How Does It Feel to Encounter Divinity

You won’t believe in God until you see him.

I’ve heard stories about people who have seen an angel, but I usually took such stories with a grain of salt.

“Shhhhii! Quiet, angels are 'gisting' outside”.

This was exactly how she said it when she tiptoed into the sitting-room shivering. I could see goose pimples as big as boils all over her body. If any other person had walked in bearing this type of tale, I would have dismissed it with a wave of the hand. But this was coming from an eight years old child.

If it were possible to stop us from breathing that morning, she could have done so. When she meant keeping quiet, she meant dead silent.

She had tiptoed into the living room with two fingers on her lips signaling us to keep quiet. It was a few minutes past 5 in the morning. We were in the sitting room for our family morning rituals. She had probably gone to open the windows as we normally did every morning for ventilation.

Every other person in the house was as afraid as she was, except I. I am a doubting Thomas. I belong to the school of thought which says; ‘seeing is believing’.

Just as she did when she walked in, I tiptoed to the direction where she pointed.

I tiptoed to the side of the window where she said she saw the angels. To my greatest amazement, they were there.

Three angels! They were excited and engaged in deep conversations.

The angels were suspended on the air with the help of their wings just a little above the ground. They were unstable in the air. They made a backward and forward movement. But they maintain a particular spot. The whiteness of their garments was releasing sun rays into my eyes that I yearned for a sunshade at the moment.

There was the joy of victory in their voices. They were actually ‘gisting’ like the little girl had said. They were sharing the exploits they did with their swords at night. The serendipity and the echoes from their voices were making my head swell. My head was getting bigger and about to explode, I screamed and fell on the ground.

I woke up on my bed and saw everybody clustering around my bed. I thought it was a dream but the little girl spoke again.

“Uncle, did you see the angels when you went?” The girl asked. I nodded, still dazed.

She began to share her experience and everyone gave her full attention this time. We saw the same thing. What she heard was what I heard. What she felt was also what I felt.

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