When I was about 14 years old I came home one night at about 11pm and pulled one of the many books off the shelf, and opened the book to a random page to begin reading. It was the Bible. When I opened the book and began reading, I was overcome by a sense of a spiritual presence in the room, which seemed to grow stronger and stronger. I did not ask for any kind of visitation, and I certainly was expecting none. I didn’t believe in ambient hallucinations, and I certainly would have gone insane if anything were to materialize before my eyes.