The Awakening Beyond Wishes

I am seeing a God emerging from the probability of His being or not being, between the light and the dark. And yes, I have seen Him—with the same physical attributes as mine, with the very image I had been holding of Him in my mind, and with an immense light pouring out of Him. He is almighty. I didn’t want to blink; I wanted to be fully sure that He was still there, that I was not daydreaming. Yes, He is there—perhaps waiting for me to speak. Should I start speaking? But what would I say? Doesn’t He already know everything in my mind? And if He knows, would He still be interested in speaking with me, in hearing what I am seeking? If He asks for my wish—do I truly know what my deepest wish has been all my life? After all, wishes never end. So, should I ask for a final wish that could sort out all of my problems? But wait—what are my problems? Do I even know them at all? Is there any problem at all? In this way, I become confused about the very purpose for which I have been calling my ...