I had my first experience when I was five. It was intense, kind of violent almost, my whole body shaking hard enough to scare my mother. She didn't know what was happening, didn't understand it. And honestly, neither did I.
The second one came years later, as an adult. That one was completely different. Deeply relaxing, almost enjoyable, nothing like that childhood terror. Made me wonder if the intensity matters or if it's just about how we interpret it along the way.
A few days ago I was talking with a friend about spiritual things and felt a vibration start inside me. No shaking on the outside the way it happened before. Just warmth and a hum. And on her end my friend said she senses the Holy Spirit reacting to what we're discussing. It was the sweet connection we or at least I don't usually touch on something strange we appear to many for similar but early modern was friendly nervous of truth with far too fresh mutual communion When we probably fall even finding fresh