Visions of God

Name:            Pojo
Email:           pojo@panola.com
Location:        Dreams
Type:            Angel
Date:            Tuesday, May 16, 2000
Time:            12:41 AM

I don't know, strictly speaking, if this would be classified as an angel story, but that is as close as I can come. 

In the first dream, I saw myself in heaven. Everything was shimmery white, and hosts of angels were singing. I was singing with them.

Then I found myself in an inner room with the presence of God Himself, living fire, incandescent, filling the room. This was not a fire that burns up or burns out. I was crouched in a corner, and there was a door a foot or two away from me that I could have gone out. But I was not willing to do anything to call attention to myself. I don't mean that I was frightened of being harmed, I mean that I was overwhelmed! There is nothing that could inspire more humility, for this is a dream of a God of limitless power. There is nothing, nothing, as incredible as God! 

In the second dream, I was in church. Only a few people were there, sitting in the front pews. I had my guitar, and I was up at the front singing.

Then God appeared near me in the form of a pillar of cloud and wind and sky, whirling around like a hurricane. The column or pillar stretched into infinity above and below.

I wrote the true name of God on a slip of paper, and then found myself inside this pillar, with it spinning all around me. I remained there as long as I could, but once again, I was overwhelmed. I tore the paper in half and the pillar disappeared.

Describing this doesn't do it justice. There are no words, and no explaining what it felt like or how incredible it was. I know how Jacob felt in the Old Testament when he said, "I have seen the face of God, and have been preserved alive!" No one could survive seeing the true nature of God, not even in a dream. We can see aspects of God only. He is too magnificent for us. 

These dreams were in recent years. In my early teenage years, I used to hear a voice when I was asleep that would call my name three or four times until it woke me up. I could still hear it as I was waking up. It was the kind of voice that could not be identified as specifically male or female, yet it was the most familiar voice in the world, like someone I had known forever. It was like having something on the tip of my tongue and never quite remembering, and it used to drive me to distraction trying to think who's voice it was. I honestly thought this happened to everybody, and it continued on through my college years. 

Many years later, I realized that it had been the voice of God calling me. About fifteen years ago, I was praying late one night for a couple of hours, rather upset and praying for guidance. It was one o'clock in the morning when a lamp on a table beside me suddenly made a sound as if it were exploding and then began to shake violently for about twenty seconds. I stared at it for probably another twenty or thirty seconds, and the sound and the shaking were repeated. I was extremely startled, and for days afterward searched for a rational explanation, but found none. I have thought about this for years and feel that it was the Holy Spirit.