When I was about three years old, in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, I woke up and saw a vision of God hovering beside my bed.
The image itself was traditional - an old man with long hair and beard sitting on a throne - it was all white and shining like a watermark held up to the light.
He was quite handsome and strong across the chest and shoulders.
The vision seemed to emerge from within itself and radiate outwards like a brilliant white star.
And there was no fear, as if fear had never been invented.
And God breathed on me and spoke to me.
But I could not understand what He was saying - His voice was all breath and in a language I did not understand.
Later I came to know that in Hebrew the name of God is all aspirates or Hs, i.e. the breath of life or nephesh.
Later still I discovered that in the Gospel of John Jesus breathes on the disciples when he gives them the Holy Spirit.
This childhood experience was so vivid that I can still remember it now as if it was yesterday.
Today I realized that this was a call like the call of Isaiah or Samuel.
So God is calling me to be a prophet.
A prophet of Aquarius.
A prophet is a messenger.
And the message is Love.