Met God the other day. First time in my life I can say that. Always been kind of a spiritual-leaning type, but more of a looker than a finder.

It was in a dream, so not sure it counts, though dreaming is big in the spirituality scene. I tell you what though, meeting God is not like meeting anybody else, even in dreams.

I know now what they mean by the ‘fear of God’. Don’t know how to explain it though. It wasn’t really fear, because as soon as I neared the presence, I was full of all the emotions I’ve ever felt, fear being only one of them, and small in proportion. I was thrilled and amazed and uplifted, sobbing as hard as it is possible to sob in a dream, from joy and glory mostly. My arms were raised up toward Him (though gender was not really an issue, since God had no body other than energy of the highest vibration), encased in light, vibrating and shaking.

Then when I woke up, awed and ecstatic, both arms were numb to the shoulder.

Wow,

LWIII