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Some dreams are dreams. Some dreams seem much much more. Visions? I have to believe the latter, not the former.
Hearing God is not understanding God. Like... hearing in color, or feeling with taste. Several parsecs beyond even my trained understandings. Or... misunderstandings? What I have seen and experienced has led me to a comprehensive accidental enlightment. Not the so-called modernist version, but the true one.
Even so, all I can do in those... moments... is listen. See. Sense. Realize there is God. These times used to terrify me. They still move me beyond expressions I could codify into words. Like the blind, seeing the sun for the first time? Only, that, and so much more.
