Before I describe what happened to me, it may be useful to hear a bit of background information.

Kate’s Art has had a profound effect on me. I have been to a few of her exhibitions with my sister Karen, who is a good friend of Kate’s. I have always liked Kate’s pictures, but I remember an evening exhibition I went to where I saw ‘The Open Door.’ I was transfixed by this piece of work; I just could not take my eyes off it. There was something very powerful which kept drawing me to it. Even now, it is still my favourite piece of artwork.

At another exhibition, I remember seeing ‘The Door’ and ‘The Open Door’ together in a frame. Again, I felt powerfully drawn to this piece of work and loved looking at it. ‘The Door’ was the piece of work, which would help to unlock something within me.

In August 2006, I went to visit my sister at a Christian gathering. I was very excited, yet when I arrived I started to feel nervous and could feel my automatic barriers erect themselves. Once my defences go up nothing really gets through.

In the morning, Karen, her husband Dave and I went to the meeting tent. I felt quite self-conscious and not at all relaxed. As the band started to play and sing I really enjoyed the songs but still could not let myself go, something was holding me back. During one of the songs I could feel something; I was really enjoying it and felt very moved.

Before this event, Kate had kindly given me a picture frame of ‘The Door’ and ‘The Open Door’ (without already knowing I loved this picture). The closed door in the picture of ‘The Door’ was in my head; it was my barrier, my defence surrounding me. The hand was there on the door. In my head I was saying, “I want you to come in, but you are going to have to knock this door down as I cannot do it. You will have to break it down.”

Within what can only be described as smaller than a mille-second, the hand crashed through the door whilst something entered me through the top of my head and seemed to leap out again. I was in shock; I had to hold onto the chair in front of me to steady myself as I thought I would fall. Tears welled in my eyes and I had to really fight not to cry. I did not want to cry as I did not want my sister to worry, and at the time I would have felt embarrassed.

Four months have passed since that event. I believe something did come into me, and maybe something else came out. I know He is real, although I do not understand many things and have not heard His voice, I know He is real. Whatever happens in my life, I know things will be fine in the end.