I dreamt I met God. I was swept through darkness, distance, space and time to the edge of everything, where beginnings and endings curve into one point: there a brilliant shining and flaring green sun roared from the centre. My limbs in flux, alive and energised, reverberating from the enormous power of this the engine that created the universe, which generated existence itself. I sensed something immense and incompressible yet distant from the anthropomorphic imaginings of levantian Bronze Age mystics, something detached and alien. Forgive me for sounding like an episode of Star Trek, or the blurb of some pulp science fiction novel but I felt no warmth or love or compassion, nothing remotely human, only a presence that hummed through my bones, the fibres of every muscle, my veins and capillaries. Oh God I believe! I believe. God I throw myself at Your mercy. I will become born again, whatever... washed of my sinful ways, anything, just tell me what to do.
God is it wrong to be a homosexual?
Nothing… there was just the noise of the burning green sun.
