Having learned to discern which voice in my head belonged to God, I noted how clearly He made Himself be known.  He spoke and framed His persistent and lucidly stated desires and directives through His love.  Therefore, I now stood on the rim of a manhole up in space, or so I supposed, because I simply followed His orders.  As I let the heavy air drip from my clothing I looked and saw that nothing registered in my eyesight except a brilliant, white light, although I did not need to shield my eyes from its brightness.  I wondered if maybe I were standing in the middle of a thick cloud right by the sun when suddenly two angels came hurtling at me from behind, each took an arm, lifted me and we shot forward at the speed of light.