I have just had an extraordinarily high level of worship. (Also corporate.) I did the rerun after staying thirty years. This is really the first time that I believe that there is no living person I judge from him, I don't even really have my own thoughts. You may ask me what I think of this or that and I can analyze, but I quickly dive into these other thoughts. In constant prayer I have experienced extraordinary things that I cannot describe succinctly. Just to say that after reciting the psalm prayers for a while, I would go to heaven. I have had this longing since this high worship returned to my active life.When I invariably enter this lifestyle, I am dressed in such a way that I have no sense of the local time. 

Everything seems to come together in a timeless experience. The sweetness of my meditations invades this time and brings me back to this past enlightenment. I know that I have longed for high worship several times in my life. From time to time I had to go through the agony to endure that one day this sweet worship has prevailed in my life. Anyone who says that there is worship in a group or building is too short; I have indirectly experienced some of my most precious moments for myself. 

These prayers permeate me with utter emotion, even to the point where I developed an aversion, but after passing them on with as much passion and desire as I could experience. I felt drained of the poison of pragmatism and full of God. He no longer wanted the little explanations about the immediate relaxation experience of the word and the spirit. My mind has been rearranged so that I want nothing more than that. A thing.