IT DOES NOT EXIST

The old is not the new and the new is not the old, together they are the same in completing in each other. They reflect each other; they agree with each other, the inspiration of the almighty gives us understanding. Enoch lived before the first book of the Bible was written (the canon as we know it). He prophesied of the ten thousand riding on white horses bringing judgment upon the ungodly. Wow! Here is a man, lived before the first book was written and prophecies something written in the last book of the canon. What’s up with that? I have heard it said, “Walking with God is walking in the right direction.”
Daniel encountered God on a level beyond comprehension to me, Enoch did too. John was caught up; Daniel did not go anywhere geographically yet saw the same things. In the same light my sister basically raised me. I slept with her till I was 12 years old. She was the oldest of five and I was the youngest we had to share beds.
She could not read when I was little. This did not hinder her from knowing or walking with God. I learned much from her on that level. Every night she would pray; none of this “now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” She prayed to God like He was standing in the room. Sometimes I would catch myself looking for Him because she spoke to Him in such a real way, it gave me the sense He was really there.
Enoch and Daniel in my mind was like sister in one sense. Daniel referred to Scripture much and even attributed much of his intercession for Israel as being framed by Scripture. Yet, beyond that he encountered God with his spirit. 
Why did God take Enoch? Wished He would take me sometimes. One time I thought He would and I begged Him not to. I was little then. Even though I am 56 I still feel little when it comes to God. Sister was on the floor weeping and praying in tongues about three in the morning once. I awoke in the middle of that. I was scared. God’s presence was so strong in the room I thought He was going to reach out and grab me or something.
She crawls back into bed and gave me a sense of safety when she did. As she laid there wiping tears and stuff from her face, I asked, “Sister how do you talk to God?” She said, “Just like you do Sister Brother.” I had never read the Bible (heard it taught and preached much) and somehow I longed to know God.
After a little bit of silence, I looked into the darkness in the room, not seeing anything; said, “God I do not know if You hear me or not, this is Bo.” About that time it felt like somebody stuck a vacuum cleaner to my mouth and was sucking the breath right out of me, chill bumps on me like alligator skin. My spirit bore a witness God had stepped into my heart; been talking to Him ever since then. Sometimes knowing God is so comforting, wished He was all I did know.
Is there anything out there any more real or richer? I am not looking for it; it does not exist.