reply to post by Xeven
In may 1989 I was 18 years of age nearing my 19th birthday, My then best friend Jude whom later worked for the united nations as a negotiator of
sorts between arabs and israelis whom had been away for some time had recently returned and along with his cousins John and Andrew at Judes sugestion
we all decided to take a weekend break and go hiking up mount snowdon, On the first day the weather was fine and we spent time hiking around the base
and drinking in the local pub which was adjacent to the converted sheep shed Jude had hired off the local farmer and while in the pub we nearly came
to blows with a couple of welsh guards whom were off duty and having a drink,
(Now we where not little lads but these were all over 6'4" or taller and well built so it was only the good hearted intercession of one welsh guard
whom was more sober then his comrades that saved our bacon litterally as we would never have stood a chance but then you know how it is one of your
friends gets into an argument with an aggressor and you are all in it together come hell or high water),.
Upon returning to the shed I stood while the three family members talked about family matters feeling somewhat of an outsider and instead looked at
the notice board on one wall and noticed many thank yous written from police, military cadets and others whom had hired the shed before us for similar
purpose, there were 8 double bunks so the four of us each had a bunk bed to ourself and on the wall by mine which was near the window was a painting
that I could not make heads or tails out of and neither could the others at that point in time.
That night the field outside the shed was filled with campers in tents and in the night the weather turned really foul, as we got up in the morning
and walked out the only tents left where two abandoned tents which had collapsed and the field was empty, now I was ill prepared and ask any one
familiar with hiking how bad this is, I was wearing sponge soled sneakers and jeans with a light jacket and except for maybe better shoes the others
where similarly ill prepared, it was still raining heavily and once again we put it off instead spending our time walking around the base so after yet
another more cautious afternoon in the pub we retreated to the shed once again and had heinze spaghetti and heinze beanze mixed together as our food
(what can I say not a recipe I would recommend but when you are cold and wet a warm meal of any description tastes ok),. Upon retreating to our bunks
I lay there in the dark and had a very bad feeling, now we had already agreed whatever the weather we were going up the mountain the following day,
the feeling grew in intensity and I felt for some reason (I was only 18) that I was going to die and yet I was resigned to it so as I was religious (A
christian but not really a church goer) I prayed (Which is kind of like talking to someone you believe is there but you have never seen and simple
believing they can hear you and as I am estranged from my biological father I from childhood directed my feelings along that side to my god) and asked
the lord to look after my mother and brothers and sisters and said to him I do not want to die but if it is his will and he is calling me I accept it
(I think i was a better person then than now), Suddenly I felt an overpowering sensation of calmness and presence and I never heard but the words
seemed to surround me and to come from above and though there was no sound they were clear and profound in a male presence "DO NOT BE AFRAID MY SON
THIS IS NEITHER THE TIME NOR THE PLACE", Actually it both reasurred and terrified me but I slept as a sound sleep came over me.
The following morning not telling the others anything of what had happened we set off in the rain with black plastic bin liners over our jackets to
keep the rain off and walked to the small station at the bottom of the cog railway that goes up to the summit, then we walked along side the track and
up into the mist until the cloud made visibillity less than 10 to 15 feet at most but nevertheless we continued and found that the bin liners were
useless when the very air was saturated, suddenly jude said "I know a shortcut follow me" so we followed him along a scree covered goat track to a
cliff that was about 16 feet high and sloping at about 5 to 10 degrees off the vertical from a thin ledge upon which the goat track skirted it's base,
now jude was a consumate climber and could climb just about anything so he suddenly free climbed the small cliff and I followed (in sponge soled
sneakers), as I was about eight or so feet up I reached for a handhold and only had two points of contact so this was reckless, the hand hold came
away in my had as it turned out to be a clump of moss that with the rain and running water in my eyes I had mistaken, suddenly I fell.
John and Andrew each simultaneously cought my left and right rist, John hand, john whom was a very well built lad, crushed my sports watch and they
were both shaken and pale breathing in relief and saying are you OK as I had very nearly tumbled off the goat track ledge into the mist, My feet (the
back of my heels) were on the ledge and I was leaning backward over a steep drop into the mist, they pulled me back up and like an idiot I then simply
climbed the cliff again this time successfully, As the four of us finally reached the top we walked into the restaurant that is situated just below
the summit and there were three people in there, the one whom was mopping the floor and he said something that sounded like a profanity in welsh at
the sight of us (three drenched young lads walking out of the rain and mist off the summit, dripping water on his floor and we then ordered hot drinks
at the counter before continuing (shivering cold and wet) back down this time carefully following the cog railway.
As We entered the shed agian I gasped and said look that image (which was the painting non of us had made out) is of a shepherd and he is carrying a
lamb over one shoulder while another is sheltering under his cloak by his feet, he had a crook with a lantern hooked on it and appeared to be in a
very dark scene with driving dark rain around him.
So and given that my experience though unique is not the only one of it's type can you really say that god never talks to people, no he never or at
least very seldon has a conversation or answers a question as after all he has billions of people to watch over and even some whom he has answered
have surely disapointed him (myself being a point in case) but he is there and I am sorry you never had this experience but in time if it is meant for
you then you shall but only if he has a reason too.
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