September 20, 2026
I never shared my experience with the White Haired Blue Eyed God, so please, give me a moment to do so.
Now, surely, I do say to you in all truthfulness that I did not see this God’s feet. I really can’t say if they were of bronze, however, I did see him from the solar plexus up, so get comfortable, and follow me as I take us back to that rainy night.
It wasn’t really warm outside, but it wasn’t freezing cold yet either. I remember it as a cold, wet night, probably between late September and early November because the leaves had already turned colors.
I parked my car in a spot in a small lot not far from where I lived. The plan was to get a few hours of sleep and then go home in the morning. My car was the only car in the lot, and I was happy about that because I wouldn’t have to worry about noise or disturbances.
The parking spot itself was actually perfect. It was in the corner of the lot, and on the driver side there was a row of small bushes and a good-sized shed. In front, there were several huge trees impossible to see through. The trees acted a natural privacy barrier, and honestly, they were peaceful to look at. There must’ve been some kind of lamp in the corner of the lot because I remember the trees being beautifully accented by a dim yellowish-amber light.
A beautiful and peaceful sight, indeed, it was!
It was the witching hour, and I was comfortably reclined in the driver seat of my car looking through half-shut eyes at the trees through my windshield. There was a thunderstorm, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. The rain was hitting my car with such force, and thunder cracked. Oh boy, was it cracking1! It sounded so close.
So, apparently, at some point through all that drifting, I had actually fallen asleep, but I didn’t realize it because the setting of my dream was exactly, and I do mean exactly the same as it was in real life before I fell asleep.
When I woke up in my dream, I was comfortably reclined in the driver seat of my car starring through the windshield at the trees. It was pouring rain, and there was even thunder and lightning. There was absolutely no difference between my dream and what I was experiencing in real life before falling asleep.
The transition was seamless.
While in the driver seat listening to the rain the thunder, I felt this presence on my left. I slowly turned to look out of the driver-side window, and there was a tall man standing there staring at me. His hair was as white as snow, and if I remember correctly, his eyes were blue.
I was so scared.
I woke up gasping for air, and quickly, I turned to my left to see if there was someone standing there. There wasn’t, but that’s when I realized I was dreaming.
This happened several years ago, and I completely forgot about it, but recently, I was on the internet looking at different definitions for the word, divinity.
Wikipedia offers a definition of divinity, and it says: a term that refers to the quality, presence, or nature of that which is divine; conveyed something both immanent and awe-inspiring; a presence that could be felt in thunder, justice, ecstasy, fate, or beauty.
A presence that could be felt in thunder! As soon as I read that, I immediately remembered the dream I had on that rainy night.
I don’t know what to make of this dream except for the fact that I had been in the right place at exactly the right time. The dream had shown me something that perhaps was not possible in real life.
If, in real life, you feel a presence during a thunderstorm, it’s because there’s something divine going on, and although you can’t see him, the White-Haired Blue-Eyed God could be standing there staring at you.
