The meeting with God-part I

Silence.

That was the first thing I felt after the crash. Not pain. Not sound. Not fear. Just silence. A silence so deep it wasn’t empty—it was alive, breathing, infinite. My chest rose and fell, yet I could feel no heartbeat. My body, if I could call it that, felt lighter than air, yet more present than I had ever been.

I opened my eyes, expecting darkness or the familiar streets. Nothing. Only light. Endless, warm, gentle light that moved like living air. It wasn’t harsh. It didn’t sting. It didn’t blind. It welcomed.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then the realization struck like a cold river: I had died.

Yet there was no terror. No confusion. Only the quiet understanding that this was the beginning of something far greater than life itself.

I tried to move. My limbs obeyed, gliding through this strange, luminous space with ease. My hands — they shimmered faintly, as if they were made of the same light that surrounded me. I lifted them slowly, marveling at the soft glow.

I began walking, though there was no sense of direction or distance. Time itself seemed irrelevant here. And yet, as I moved, memories came unbidden—faces of the poor I had helped, of people I had prayed for, of the broken, the lost, the suffering. Every act, every choice, every whispered prayer I had made in my life flashed before me.

And through all of it, one truth rang out: It was worth it.

Far ahead, I saw something more than light. A presence. Vast, infinite, yet intimate. It wasn’t a figure, not in the way humans see, but a brilliance so alive it felt like the heartbeat of eternity itself.

I fell to my knees. My soul trembled, not in fear, but in recognition. I knew, without doubt, that I was standing before Him.

“Aziel,” the voice said. It wasn’t sound. It wasn’t air. It filled everything—my mind, my chest, my bones. Warm, yet powerful. Fierce, yet gentle. “My faithful servant.”

Tears pricked my eyes. I could not speak. I did not need to. He already knew. He had always known. Every struggle, every doubt, every act of faith or weakness — He had seen it all.

“You have walked the path,” the voice continued, “and you have not turned back. You sought Me when the world forgot My name. You carried My light when darkness surrounded you. You have obeyed, even when obedience demanded sacrifice.”

I bowed lower. “I am unworthy, Lord,” I whispered. “Everything I did was Yours. I am nothing without You.”

A silence followed — sacred, profound, eternal.

Then He spoke again, each word a current that stirred my soul:

“Then hear this, Aziel… your time is not yet done.”

My heart stilled. I had thought my life had ended. I had thought my service was complete. “Not done?” I breathed.

“You will go where few have walked,” He said. “A world engulfed in shadow, a time when My Spirit will not restrain evil, and men will turn from Me openly. You will descend to this world again — not as you were, but transformed.”

I shook my head. “Me? Lord… I have already lived. I have already served. Why would You send me back?”

His light pulsed around me, comforting and fiery at once. “You were not chosen because of greatness, Aziel. You were chosen because you obeyed. You listened. You acted. And you loved Me when the world offered only lies. That is why you will go.”

I swallowed hard. “But the world… it is full of sin, of demons, of the Antichrist. How can I stand?”

“You will not stand by your own strength,” He answered. “The power I give is not yours. It flows through you, as it has always flowed through those who trust and obey. You will protect the weak, heal the broken, and fight the darkness. But remember — all that you do is Mine. You are My vessel.”

I bowed, my chest pressed to the light, my tears falling freely. “Lord… I am afraid. How can I do this alone?”

“You will not be alone,” He said, His voice surrounding me like the tide. “Hundreds of thousands like you will descend. Scattered across the earth, each to the place prepared for them. You will know them by spirit, not by sight. And even when all seems lost, remember: I am with you.”

I tried to comprehend it all. The Tribulation. The suffering. The chaos. The darkness that would cover the earth. And yet… His words filled me with a strange calm. Purpose. Fire. Courage.

“Lord… will I see You again?” I whispered.

“You walk with Me, even when you cannot see Me. Your eyes will see only the world, but your heart will feel My presence. And until the last trumpet sounds, you will carry My light.”

The brilliance swelled, wrapping me completely. I could feel power coursing through me — strength beyond anything I had known, fire tempered by obedience, a clarity of purpose that anchored my soul.

I took a breath, deep and trembling. “For Your glory, Lord… I will go. I will obey. I will not fail.”

The light lifted me, carrying me higher than I had ever known, faster than the wind, through the veil between eternity and the world I had left behind.

Below me, I saw the earth. It was burning, trembling, waiting. And in that moment, I understood: this was not just a mission. This was a battle for every soul.

And I whispered into the wind, my voice swallowed by eternity:

“For Your glory… for Your name… I will go.”

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