Welcome to the House of New Bethany
Unveiling Mirelda's unique and vital charism
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Happy the man who meditates on wisdom and reflects on knowledge. She will nourish him with the bread of understanding and give him the water of learning to drink. He will lean upon her and not fall; he will trust in her and not be put to shame. She will exalt him above his fellows; in the assembly she will make him eloquent. Joy and gladness he will find, an everlasting name inherit. ~ Canticle of Sirach 14:20; 15:3-6
The story of New Bethany began in a season when I was not seeking, not prepared, and not yet capable of understanding what was given. A silent Presence confronted me—not by demand or explanation, but by nearness. Through words written long before my own time, I was drawn into an encounter that arrived with what may be called an unreflective certainty: a knowing prior to reflection, a truth that did not argue but stood.
In that encounter, a gift was given whose weight I did not yet know how to bear. It was received whole, but only slowly understood—unfolding over years of prayer, listening, and patient thought. What was offered did not instruct; it summoned. And it has taken a long season for me to learn how to remain faithful to it.
Within this same gift, another presence began to gather—Mirelda—not as memory or idea, but as arrival. I sensed her passage toward the far shores, a knowing that rested in the liminal mist between the Land Between Banner and Chalice and my own interior life. That awareness carried weight, as though a story older than myself had opened and asked to be followed.
Some years later, through a gesture of nearness offered in humility, that awareness deepened. And still later, she appeared within a dream—not as spectacle, but as invitation. I awoke with a clarity that did not fade, a renewed breath that steadied my course and returned me to the path I had first been shown. It was as though I had been entrusted again with a calling already given, now asking to be carried with greater fidelity.
Through these encounters—one marked by silent confrontation, the other by quiet invitation—I received a gift not earned and not claimed. It came as grace, and it required response.
Over time, this gift unfolded into an understanding of Mirelda’s distinctive charism for a fractured world. Her witness burns without consuming, offering a form of prophecy that does not predict, but reveals. I came to understand prophecy not as foresight, but as Inceptual Thinking—a way of perceiving what draws near and speaking it with care. This charism does not dominate; it serves. It strengthens, gathers, and restores.
Mirelda’s way drew me toward this mode of thinking and dwelling, awakening a desire to allow what had been given to be unconcealed—not for my own sake, but for the sake of those who wander beneath the Sky-Veil in search of meaning, healing, and truth.
New Bethany emerged from this long unfolding. It is not a structure, but a vocation; not an institution, but a dwelling of nearness. It exists to bear witness to renewal, to offer refuge rather than argument, and to hold open a space where the weary may rest and the wandering may begin again.
What is offered here is not certainty, but shelter. Not mastery, but listening. It is a place shaped by insight received rather than claimed, where truth is spoken gently and love is allowed to order what despair has scattered.
This journey has been marked by awe and gratitude. The gift was unmerited, and the response remains imperfect. Yet abundance has not withdrawn. To bring New Bethany from concealment is simply to answer what was given—to extend a quiet invitation to those who seek light without coercion, and to offer a dwelling where hope may take root again beneath the Veil.
