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As I entered St. Peter’s Basilica for the first time I pulled open the door on the far left as one is facing the Basilica and I was amazed at the workmanship which made this so easy; like opening a small door. I heard the faintest sound of heavenly music in the distance, as though from a cloud in the sky above. It would have been enough perhaps to convert some people on the spot; perhaps the word I need here is ethereal; it was an ethereal experience, particularly for someone raised as a Roman Catholic in the French tradition. At first I thought it must be my overly active imagination; the sound of a choir singing so faintly perhaps at a great distance - from perhaps Heaven. I thought because of the emotions of the moment - my first time entering this Holy Sanctuary of God Almighty; well my mind must be creating this just for me; how lovely, but how could it be real at this material level we all live at. But then as I pushed open the great door marveling that such an enormous substantial door took so little effort to open; the music got somewhat less faint, and if anything sounded more intensely beautiful; but I did not quite believe it all yet; was I dreaming or was God creating this moment for me; the answer to that of course is yes; God is in the habit of creating beautiful moments for all of us without exception. I expect this give Him great joy, as it give us great joy; in any case He does it for us, all the people in St. Peter’s that day; all enjoying at various levels this moment in time; this realization of the Now as a popular author of the Now might refer to this kind of experience.