Whispers

This is so beautiful. The whisper is wonderful, and also your father's dream. I also love the words you say God spoke to you. This is very inspiring, thank-you.

Wow, that was a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing! At the age of 17, you seem more mature, and wise to me than most middle-aged adults do! Just keep that story in your heart and mind. There may be times throughout your life where you will NEED to reflect on that day. God Bless!

Thank you for sharing! I think it's wondreful that you had such a profound experience ❤

"I praise Thee Father Lord of Heavens for you hid your Mystery before the Wise and Clever Ones but showed up before the little kids" thus spake Jesus, and this He did to you.
I didn't understand all you wrote, some things were not expressed perfectly enough for me whose mother language is German, but what is important can be understood by all. It is: GOD IS REAL no matter how often denied!

When I was twelve or thirteen, I prayed much, according to customs of Catholics. There was so much trouble in life so I wanted to help and how could I help except by prayer?
I also was in fear of Doom, for two years ago a really terrible experience had made me disbelieve in God's Existence for a short time, and once I also had said a blasphemy, from despair, I - now when I think of it I could puke - had called Christ a "lunatic", thinking His teaching to be impossible to follow and, thus, Him to have been crazy!
I thought this had been the infamous Unforgivable Sin Against Holy Spirit, which it was not but I didn't know better, I was only a kid, not a theologer.

Well, one night then I said the Lord's Prayer fifty times, as recommended by some medieval monk... And while doing so happened my first glimpse of the Great Mystery.

For a tiny moment I felt as if I were inside a transparent crystal with many facets, like those quartz crystals some esoterics have on their altars; and it was as if I could look out of this crystal to every side simultaneously. It was awesome, but very transient.
From this time I felt a greedy desire to learn to FEEL God and not only to abstractly believe in His Reality, that poor spiritual perspective to which Catholics restrain themselves.

Now, at 46 years of age and after much study, I think the vision showed me what our innermost soul is like, and how it perceives. I also read another explanation: it could have been the way a human embryo perceives when it is still a single cell, or a morula of some dozens of cells, shortly after Conception. But no matter what it "really was" as to mundane interpretation: it was my first meeting with THAT.

And it is often at twelve or thirteen, at the age when a Jewish youth celebrates Bar Mitzvah, that such things happen. A Mystic nun of Middle Ages for example told in her diaries that she too met the Holy Spirit at twelve for the first time. And Jesus Himself ran away from home to Temple of Jerusalem when twelve years old.
I wish you to meet THAT again and again and again... Every day if you like... At least more often than IT came to me... Blessings!