The voice of God

Have you ever had that dissociative feeling that your consciousness is slightly outside your body? This wasn’t like that at all. In that case, you feel like a kind of strange, disconnected relationship to your physical body, but you’re very much aware that your body exists.

This (religion-induced, hallucinogen-free) vision was different. My physical body fell away and I was existing on a plane that had a cosmic scale to it. I didn’t feel any locality in this plane, but I definitely felt small in the presence of its grandeur, or maybe that my identity was diluted into something vast. This place communicated with me in a way that didn’t use words. But it was short. It was like a single word that communicated directly with my being. And then I fell back to where I was praying with, well, a very special person who I’ll illuminate later.

It’s hard to connect with the reality of an experience like that. Invariably your memory of the event is shaped by how you proceeded afterwards. At the time, I don’t think I was sure what it meant, but later I was sure that I knew. (to be continued…)