Song Remains the Same said: "I do not SIT anymore except special occassions of memory and then i halt that gig to a sudden stop because, i just do not know if that deal is for real..."
Amen to that. I find myself doing it occasionally, and have exactly the same reaction. It just puts me back in the cult again...maybe it's a case of throwing out the baby with the bathwater, but that's ok at this point...the bathwater, the baby, the tub, the soap, the shower curtain, remodel the bathroom...LOL
From George, my favorite curmudgeon: "And the idea that a simple parlor trick was the primary motivation to lay waste to fifteen years of my life, doesn't set too well with me. But, in the interest of intellectualy honesty, one has to at least consider the possibility, doesn't he?"
Ain't that the truth? That was the "proof" that convinced us that we knew that we knew that we knew, blah, blah, blah...Looking back, I remember as a child I would make up languages and talk to myself all the time (I was an only child, what can I say?)...I know I had no thought of communicating with God at the time, that much is certain.
If God knows our hearts, and already knows what we need (and everyone else that we pray for too), then why do we need a secret language to talk to Him anyhow??