In 2007 was the first time I did visit Egypt and one of my goals was to see, if I am really the one as I suspected I am, for reassurance I had not yet at that time. It was my turn to visit mount Sinai and meet God.The journey did start with visiting St. Catherine at the foot of mountain Sinai, to visit the burning bush. We took a picture of it and on the photo was shown burning of the bush, without that it was devoured. A good sign for me to continue my journey a few days later to the top.
To prepare myself I did vast the whole day, no water, no food, so I could go pure and clear minded up towards the mountain. The road upwards was not bad, we had a good guide and locals did take care non of us would wondering of with the risk to fall into a ravine.
I took with the 1000 step stairs a rest midway and than went to the top. It was already dark midnight. There on the top I went to the highest point I could find and gazed at the stars and was asking in my prayers: God, are you there? And after that prayer did enter my mind a shooting star did fall from the sky, clearly to see in the night. Than I asked: Am I the Lamb? And at the same point at the same way another shooting star did fall from the sky. Than I asked if he would protect my Maria, my loved ones and me during Judgment Day to come. And again at the same way at the same spot a shooting star did fall from the sky. Than I said: Thank you, God and at the same place and same way went again a shooting star. That was the moment I realised I passed the test of the prophets. This was the way the prophets were talking and meeting with God and communicating with him, to ask for advice.
So if people ask me nowadays if I did meet God, when I went to visit mount Sinai, I always answer yes. And when they ask me than, what does he look like? I always answer: Nothing as you would expect. And when they standard say than: Huh, what do you mean by that? I always tell them it is a secret and they should go to visit mount Sinai for themselves and figure out the answer on their own.
