Every cell of my body seem to vibrate and to be full of life-energy. The nerves on my hands and fingers feel super-sensitive. My eyes are open staring at everything in amazement.
It was October 15th 1987. Several months previously I was a crashed party-animal in crisis. Now I was into spirituality and whatever helped me move on into what looked more and more like a wonderful world. I had been reading and working with a book called A Course In Miracles which contained a lesson for every day of the year. Today’s lesson was number 29, “God is in everything I see”. This made sense to me as God is everywhere. So I would look at a chair, and say to myself, “God is in this chair”. I would look at the floor and say “God is in this floor”, and so on. It all seemed quite easy and a bit of fun.
Being autumn in the Northern Hemisphere twilight started quite early. I was really getting into the lesson noticing God in everything around me, and in all the things that I could see out of the bedroom window which overlooked a park in South London with it’s grassy space and large, old trees. “God is in that tree”, “God is in the grass”, “God is in the window”.
Then the sensitivity in my nerves built up, and my body felt as if it was filled with a vibrating electricity, and I mentally went into a different mental blissed-out space. It was as if I could sense the atoms of whatever I looked at vibrating away and being filled with God, and I could connect with it.
As the evening progressed and became darker outside, the energy outside built in strength, the winds picked up speed and howled, the trees started to bend and sway impossibly. All the while the intensity of energy built and built in my body. My mind didn’t hold a single negative thought. All I could connect with was the God in everything vibrating away. In fact, there were no thoughts going through my head, all I was doing was feeling an inner peace and connecting and observing, with all senses ablaze.
Saying “God is in …” kept on transporting me deeper into this strange state of sheer wonder. Outside the wind screamed and battered the building, and the trees kept on bending one way then another.
Time went on for hours. The storm went on through the night, and my body and mind were just vibrating, with the occasional phrase of “God is in this…”.
In the midst of the storm I was so relaxed and at peace I slept.
The next morning I felt normal-ish, while remembering how I had felt last night. Internally I was happy. I went to work.
Outside was a surprise. Big trees down, signs blown down. Later estimates reported that about 15,000,000 trees in the South East of England had been blown down, in what came to be known as the Great Storm.
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