So here's a hell of a thing: I saw God.

It was only a brief moment. I don't know, as Paul says, whether I was in the body or out of the body. But I saw a huge ball of blue-white light--living light, for lack of a better word. The light was in motion within itself--sort of like pearlescing, but that's inadequate. And I felt Holy Fear. It was overwhelming, but it was a good fear, if that makes any sense: a consciousness of his power, majesty, glory, and holiness. And that was it. Just a glimpse.

But I feel different. I don't mean feel differently, as in about "things". I mean I feel different, in myself. Like I am different.