I was somewhere between 5 & 8 years of age. On a beautiful Thursday or Friday afternoon. I just got back from school. Earlier than the normal time it was, so it most definitely was a Friday. I remember it all so well because something unreal happened as I walked into the compound of the house about to go into the house. The sky above was the most beautiful that day. So beautiful that even after so many years I still so vividly remember it all.
It was a beautiful sunny, cloudy afternoon. The sunshine almost at equal levels with the cloudy skies. It was sunny, but yet cloudy at the same time. The skies above looked so beautiful, so elegant, so glorious. I was so young, I couldn’t understand such complexity, for all I knew was either A or B — either sunshine or rainfall.
I looked into the skies and I could feel the sun shining, but not burning... It was gentle, as I for the very first time could look into it. The sun, for the very first time, was soft and gentle, it didn’t burn to look at it, my eyes didn’t feel overpowered by its shining rays. It allowed me to stare into its beautiful glory, and as I looked closer to understand such a beautiful mystery, it was almost as though the heavens began to open. The clouds began to shift, they moved as though someone was controlling them, telling them how to move, where to move, such coordination, I thought to myself, what a sight to look upon, such magnificence.
The skies looked so…beautiful, so dreamlike that afternoon, so unreal, that I actually felt out of this world… like I was in a dream. It was so incredible that I for a moment felt I was outside the regular realm of man. The more I looked, the more I saw..the more I saw, the smaller I felt.
Within seconds it dawned on me how tiny I was in the grand scheme of things. I witnessed something so beautiful beyond my comprehension.
The deeper I looked, the more I understood, that the clouds were obstructing the sun from shining ever so hard, but in a soft, gentle, and beautiful manner, as it looked down upon the earth in such a merciful manner. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.
I stood there in total amazement, part confusion, but absolute tranquility, gazing into the skies still, until slowly, the skies began to open, and little raindrops drizzled upon my face and the earth’s surface around me. It didn’t quite rain in the moment, just tiny drizzles that landed upon my face as though the skies were in response to ever so curious little mind who stood in utter amazement at its beauty.
I was completely numb and inattentive to everything around me, all the noises from afar, the happy “finally-playtime-screams” from neighboring kids also just arriving from school, all the vehicles from the streets around, the local mechanic workshop nearby, Nothing! Absolutely nothing mattered, It was as though the world paused, as though my whole senses shut down to every other thing around me, so the universe could speak to me.
As those raindrops landed on my face that day, it felt like the universe heard me talk (or think).. and spoke back to me directly. Answered me, in a comforting, gentle, loving way. There was just something about it that felt so unreal. It was my first glimpse at the beauties of this world. I understood, that there is something, someone, somewhere greater than us who listens.
And in that moment, I mattered. I felt really special that day. Like someone, somewhere out there listens. I felt like the “Chosen one” from movies I’ve seen (Lol, yeah yeah I know, I know, I was just a kid — but maybe that kid was right. Maybe we all were chosen. We are all here for a purpose. And it can get hard sometimes, but HE listens, even when we think HE doesn’t, HE’S ALWAYS WITH US)
In that moment, even without realising it then, It was the first.. The first time the universe spoke to me. The first I heard from GOD. A memory so vivid that only after about 17 years did I just sit to write it out.
