The description of my theological journey, the recent one, started when I believed that I was about to be dead (read “Lydia Aello looked at me”.), the shock that comes with knowing that is unlike any other, it is stronger, it is purer, it defined me by its contrast with life itself. It was then that I first knew that that is throughout me even as it is more than I am, existence itself was made sensible. I could feel existence.

What an artist knows when creating, what a youth feels when first falling in love, what religious people for thousands of years have known, this is what I now knew and cannot ever forget, my mystical experience.

I did not see the supernatural, there was no magic involved, to go down that road is to be left hungry; it is what human beings are about.

And this story will always be a work in progress.

It took me at least a year before I could describe my experience, it was that special. It took reading, talking, visiting museums to lay down the start of a description; and yet my description is inadequate because this is ineffable.

More at another time.