The vision, was terrifying. In my anger, I had unknowingly summoned something far more wrathful than myself - it dwarfed my rage, as my rage dwarfs the petty anger of men - and dropped me to my knees in the terror of it.
As my vision flickered between this world and the astral, torn between the planes, all I could see was the orange red glow of infinite flame taking the form of a Lion. Two crimson suns dawned over the horizon - it's eyes - and a mane of wildfire blossomed in the previously black upper region of the distance. Fury grew, and as I began to weep for my life - believing no vision could overwhelm me like this unless it was my time to die - it instead, took pity on me, and instead accused me of my wrongdoing.
I, a flawed man, steeped in pornographic thoughts, perverse habit, selfish mode of being, thought to judge those who carried those qualities to perfection. The "Few", the 1%, the Clintons, the Epsteins of the world, and I became acutely and painfully aware that their evil lived in me as well. As I raised my will unto God to murder them, I realize I was raising my will to murder myself.
For the first time, I saw the holograph of humanity - an endless hall of mirrors, every sin, every evil, born in every person, reflected in different ways, a game of masks that stretches on for eternity. "You are all guilty", the Lion communicated wordlessly. "You yourself are wretched, and festering with the worms of the grave".
I wept, the mirror of my life being fully exposed before me, which I could not see before.
But there was a promise made. "Scour the evil from your being. It is possible, and weaker men claim it isn't. But men have walked this earth who do not knowledgably do evil, and do not dwell on it at all. Commit yourself to this, become my cub, and I will teach you to Hunt."
The vision ended, then, and the overwhelming, inhuman fury that had terrified me subsided. Shaken and covered in tears,
this was the first encounter with Him.