I usually think a lot before going to sleep I said. At the time my light was on, I was laying in bed, not tired at all and just "thinking", and I started thinking about God (I believed in the heavenly Father all my life from my upbringing) but was only taught Jesus was Gods Son who died on the cross, never taught about the Holy Trinity or that Jesus is God. So I'm thinking about God, then start thinking about Jesus and pondering the bible story, which started me wondering about him and what he was like while on Earth. Now, it's very difficult to explain to someone who's never experienced it, but the sound of his voice came "through" the air, not like a person would sound if they were in the room, but it was beyond it? For lack of a better word. The sound was to my right and coming from above, it "cut down" toward the right of my bed, from the ceiling to halfway to the floor, in what was literally seconds after I heard the voice and it hit me in the heart and stilled my mind I had glanced to where the sound came from, and didn't have time to react in fear because of the kindness. His voice was so kind I felt immediately unworthy. There's not one person alive on earth who even comes close to that level of kindness, which looking back, makes me understand what God’s mercy is.
I wasn't paralysed either, I was "stilled", like being held, but that did frighten me because it was so confronting how human and feeble I really am, and I did not want to face it. I'm very independent, always have been, and I guess deep down I wasn't ready to be humbled.