I got to talk to God this evening. It’s not a male or a female individual…

Well, the way it showed up to me was in the form of light…as a…

lightbulb…yes. Pure light. And a voice quite deep. Not masculine

neither feminine. Deep. As the sound of thunderstorm. Powerful but…

gentle. Stopped by my little room. I offered him/her water.

Sat on the chair next to me. Told me didn’t feel good. But…I was about

say…yes. I understood. There was a sudden calm in my mind. Felt full..

Felt empty. We didn’t have an actual verbal interchange. Since it could

read my mind in advance. I complained about my poor guitar playing…

I was told to practice as much as possible if I wanted to play good.

To which I replied…what? It had hardly passed a minute when it was

gone. I was dumbfounded. I got my guitar and played as terrible as

always.

I said: thanks for your help!

Ernesto Onofre