The Fear of the Lord; part two

MY STORY OF EXPERIENCING THE FEAR OF THE LORD, the first time:

Before I dive in with all the many details, let me begin by introducing two equations of life that are fit for discernment:

The kingdom life perpetuates and grows living things + all growth is rooted in joy = all experiences in the kingdom of heaven (a land without decay, everlasting life, a land for the living) are built out of a set of experiences being rooted in joy.

The kingdom of death, starves + the living who are in a kingdom of death, starve of all good things = all experiences of the kingdom of death are multiplied lack (example; breath starves for oxygen, hunger starves for food, loneliness starves for love, and so on.)

This matters for decerning the kingdom which is sending the fear.

The devil is not as confusing as he thinks he is.

If you’re enticed into thinking the rushing sensation of sinning is fun, you’re experiencing a highly addictive taste of the fear of judgement, or the fear of death. In its smallest amount, it is relentlessly thrilling. But give it time and the fear will be revealed until it’s overwhelming enough to make the body think it’s on fire, in an unquenchable fire: this is also lack.

God’s fear is rooted in joy: absolute wonder – clarity – calm – assured safety – love

Satan’s fear is rooted in death: pain – disorientation – disgust – threats – disappointment

When it’s really God, he’s not going to let you stay afraid; let his spirit comfort you.

ADDITIONAL POINTS OF DISCERNMENT

God moves your mind in and out of his presence, slowly, because he respects what I call “the bends in the mind,” which can prevent the mind’s processing system from correctly flowing information from one location to another. He gives as much time to leave his presence as he gives to enter it, maybe a bit longer depending on the length of time you stayed in a vision of him. (his presence is a general term not informing as to the characteristics of the experience but speaks to there having been an experience; just know that God’s presence is experienced in a multitude of feelings, sensations, spaces of mind, etc. And all of this verity comes at different temperatures, which can be maintained perceptibly by your unique preferences and allowances for how much of God you’re interested in being real, powerful, life altering, etc. determining the amount of time the experience is sustained)

Wisdom is not anxious; Wisdom is deeply calm.

Wisdom is not weak in fear; Wisdom is strong in fear for the power.

Wisdom is not sad with pessimism; Wisdom is eternally joyful, hoping, and optimistic.

God has never met a barrier he couldn’t tare down or move; Knowing that God is real is the beginning of hope.

WHAT THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS NOT

There is a big difference between a spirit claiming to be God or offering to help you enjoy your perpetual lack and the spirit of God who helps freely, who loves you, and wants a standard of living for you that was the Garden of Eden and is now Heavenly.

The Fear of the Lord is not…

Anxiety or Stress without Immediate Comfort
Hopelessness Regarding your Condition
Demands of Atonement or Saying Jesus didn’t do Enough
REQUESTS for Your Help or Expressions of Need
Oppressively painful
Threatening danger or loss
Communicating Disappointment or Shaming
Rushed for Time, like the authorities are coming to arrest the spirit
Raging Hate Monologues
Requests that are Extortion
Accusations Against God or Slander Against God’s Opinion of you
Hearing Excuses or Reasoning Justifying Inability to Bless
Involving Task-master Monologues
Demands of Submission by Causing Emotional or Physical Pain
Teaching you How to “Succeed” by Schemes and Learning Strategies
Heavy weighted possible/opportunity to be blessed
Thrilled Laughter at your Pain
Comfort that Removes your Energy
A brightness in the room, increased by a dim yellow light (that’s power, but pathetic power… i.e. satan)

I THINK, THERE IS SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH GLORY OF GOD

My example experience of a fuller moment kissed on the cheek by God’s glorious wind: this moment was a wisp, as a in a single lick of a tongue, but in that single wisp of wind was a greater fullness of God’s glory. It was so palpable, I felt a cold terror and an awe that took my breath away. It was so intense, I felt like I had been brought up to the top of Mt. Everest where the beautify is unique on a deadly precipice where the air is thin, and it’s beyond cold, so cold there’s a form of shock setting into the muscles. Although there’s not much time to stay there, the experience of being there is magnificent wonder, the awe is joyously honoring, and for this joyous honor one would ask for the strength to remain in that place.

This is too much.

This is not what I’m encouraging you into.

I cannot ask God for extreme cold, any more than I can ask him for extreme heat. If he casts me into the fire, unwillingly, and it happens that I don’t burn, fine. But I can’t become brave enough to through myself into a blazing furnace. I don’t have the intention of attempting to convince myself there’s a way for me to want that kind of faith. Even after exiting a burning furnace, unharmed, unless Jesus says, “Go play, no fire can burn you from here on,” I’m not jumping into another furnace. No! I don’t want to take my mind, which lives in the kingdom of death, with death all around me, constantly, and fight against the walls of facts until I jump my way into God’s heaven. I don’t believe in that kind of “faith building,” as a method, nor a destination. If God asks you jump your way to heaven, I encourage you to try, but you’re being lead into submission where you fail and fall from fatigue so that God can prove the he is your HELP, in a way that proves it in your weakest state, having succeeded the least, earned nothing. Then, you’ll know you’re both loved and safe.

Anyway, I am happy to never experience God’s glory like standing on the top of Mt. Everest, ever again. In heaven I will have a new body, one which doesn’t get harmed, so that I will stand in his throne room as a daughter, his own, a flame from his fire. Until then, I don’t want more of terror, no matter how wonderous, because it took my breath away. I can’t like that, ever, under any circumstances. No! I hate breathlessness. Did I feel in danger? Sort of: I felt the awesomeness of God’s presence, which includes a feeling of extreme vulnerability, knowing my soul is in his mercy. But I didn’t feel like I was at risk of running out of breath, as if my air was being threatened to be taken from me, or in process of being stollen away; I felt the knowledge that I would not die and I had all the breath I needed securely available to me, but my mind was overwhelmed by awe to the point that I was hyperventilating. I could not process the felling into thoughts. So, God had to dissipate the experience from my mind.

I am not encouraging you into the fuller, nor the fullness, of God’s glory. If fullest glory happens because God brings it upon you, like the prophets of old, you’ll probably die, and God would resurrect you, like he did with them.

This is not what I am asking God to do for you, which I am encouraging everyone to ask God to give them: not that extreme.

I’m talking about an experience to have just enough of his glory so that your mind can know that true all-authority exists, only just enough fear so that your entire being becomes knowledgeable of God’s real-ness.

A BRIEF WARNING ABOUT PRIDE

Pride doesn’t want help so very much that it will forsake all good things, calling them undesirable: food, shelter, friendships, clothing, joy, etc.

Pride feels death at the thought of being wanted because pride is a seed emplaned by an enemy of God. But, we can think of it like an option we’re tasting. When we taste that the fruits of pride are increases of hunger, loneliness, and sadness, we can reject our pride and offer it to God for being removed. Pride will argue to be as important and real as the soul, which means it experiences a sort of death in God’s hands. You will hear the screams in your mind. It’s not your soul. It’s as much a part of your soul or body as an invasive parasite. Just because it wants to do its endeavors, and fight, and work, doesn’t mean it has rights to your body or your life’s dreams or your daily life. Don’t think that you need to grieve when it is killed. Pride is as want-able as cancer. Pride is as much help to the body as cancer. And it should be seen as the robber that it is.

But what it feels like to hear this from God is tongues of flames from a sun, restraining the amount of heat until he’s warming as a sun pulling back it’s sun rays for the sack of gentleness, as he assures you, just you, that if he lost all of heaven and all the beauty of the earth, the sun, the moon, the stars and all living things that walk the earth, just to have you, it would be worth all that combined because you are worth more. You are his child. He loves you. He can barely contain how much he loves you.

You can’t make it up. Your imagination won’t have the experience until you have the experience of feeling God say, “Hi.”

This is the beginning of wisdom, as this is the first word spoken to you in the Fear of the Lord. You’re first moment of reality is to hear the voice of your Father. And with that voice is all the wisdom you’ll ever need. You are his. And in the Fear of the Lord is the knowledge of who He is, and the understanding of what that indicates about you.

Forget about seeking out your personality (this is easy to invent if you don’t feel that you have permission to behave unpredictably for that fact you are loved to the point of being declared perfect.)

You don’t need to search out who you are.

Do you know who’s you are?

THIS IS MY STORY EXPERIENCING THE FEAR OF THE LORD, the first time…

FOREBODING
1. The room felt to be opening up: exposed
1. The ceiling was replaced by white mists, I knew I was seeing with my imagination
God is approaching…
1. my heart discovered it was atheist
1. my mind discovered that God is real
  1. I thought a reaction, “Wait a second. Wait a second. You’re not supposed to be real. I was here for the music! No! Go back to not being real!”
1. and, my heart communicated to my mind the meaning of the word “authority”
  1. this communication came to me as a vision. I imagined my soul as a small, square swatch of knitting floating high over my head in a gray cloud in clouds of heaven flowing into the church. The knitting was loose. And I imagined the swatch being ripped in two, a tare spreading down the middle. And I felt like my soul was telling me, “At his thoughts. In a single thought, he could tare you into non-existence.”
  1. And I thought it was probably in my best interest to run away.
CLARITY OF MIND increased into strength
1. The fear was like the suddenness of cold water
1. But knowledge of the truth was added to me in much the same way a drink of water is safe and seamlessly added to the body. Clarity of mind increased until it felt like all my mind was engaged in health. There was a marked absence of anxious thoughts. In my right mind, not hasty, not rushed, as though I had all the time in the world, and filled with enough information to think in strength and with slow assessment (the opposite of panic/fight or flight/terror/pain/threats,) I assessed that I didn’t know how the All-authority over my soul (the essence of my life that preserves life and considers life, all of my essence) that I thought it wise to run away, in case he’s not pleased with me.
1. Basically, fear made sense
1. But, in the next breath was assured freedom (a form of confidence that is knowledge of your rights)
1. And, I knew that I had the right to run away
ENCOURAGEMENT FROM THE HOLY SPIRIT
1. The Holy Spirit spoke with great joy and sought to motivate me to trust my soul in his hands, even though these hands can tear me into non-existence
1. To me he said (appearing in the feminine), “I think you should stay.”
BREATH was better as an immediate reward for entertaining the HOLY SPIRIT
1. Even though there was doubt over the words of the Holy Spirit, I chose to wait. As a result, and over the next several minutes, I received much: strength, knowledge, and confidence, to name a few.
1. I thought rationally, while assessing my condition; if I was to die in the night, and I believed that was likely at the time, then I would find myself brought before him, in heaven, anyway. So, if he was God, I was going to be required to speak with him and be spoken to from him at some point. So, I might as well talk to him, sooner rather than later and find out what I needed to know.
1. But then, he seemed to come nearer, and I panicked
ADVICE from the Holy Spirit
1. The Holy Spirit, continued, “Act like one of his and he’ll treat you like one of his.”
VISION of understanding to see the meaning of the action
1. Added to the words spoken was a scene: a small bunch of children gathered at the front, near the alter, jumping with their arms held up to receive the gifts he’s brought for them, and full of joyful squeals of glee and celebratory chatter. Imagining myself walk up among the other children and waiting with them, I imagined he’d say, “Oh, and what have we, here? Is it Bethany, too? I have just the thing for you.” But it was not enough encouragement to make me move forward, just enough to prevent me running away, for a bit.
Holy Spirit spoke, again
1. Saying, “You are fearfully and wonderfully made.”
1. I imagined the garment of my soul as a small, square swatch of knitting floating high over my head, same as before.
The one approaching, spoke
1. Saying, “Why are you afraid?”
1. I answered, “You might tear me into nothing.”
1. He acknowledged, “Ohh, but if I’m God that means…”
1. I thought, “You’re big… you judge… (the holy spirit nudged me, and then I thought) you made me.”
1. He said, “That’s right. And did you know I made you knowingly, on purpose. What does that mean?”
1. I thought…
1. He said, “I gave you life. That means… (I saw the little swatch of knitting that was my soul in my imagination get squeezed at the sides in his hands) That’s a hug. Did you see a hug?”
1. I said honestly, “No.”
1. He said, “If I gave you life, that means I want you to have it. So… (This time, I saw the little swatch stretch out taught) Are you strong? If I ask you if you’re strong, I am asking if you feel strong. Do you feel strong? Or do you have any tears or snags in your knitting? Let’s check. I’m a doctor, see. Can I help you? (I saw the little knitting swatch be turned so I could see one side and then the other, but there was a little whole in the side, and a little snag in the lower middle. And he continued) Now, I don’t want a little soul to be shy and hide the snag thinking a little soul should be embarrassed or thinking it’s about to be in trouble because I want to help the little soul because I’m the only who knows how because I made everything. And I’m very helpful.”
1. But I doubted. And I feared he might be a liar. And again, I thought to run. I thought it was too scary, and I feared it was going to get scarier. And maybe he’s nice, now, but he doesn’t know who he’s talking to and once he really sees me, getting near enough to see, like old people without their glasses come in near to see better, then he’ll probably get angry and swat me away like a big ugly bug.
HOPE added
1. the Holy Spirit asked me why I was afraid
1. I said, “What’s it going to be like when he comes near?”
1. And the Holy Spirit brough Jesus of Nazareth to mind with a question, “How did he treat the needy? Were they good or holy as he is holy? No, they were needy. And how gentile and kindly was he that many approached with weakness and embarrassments and even when they had been told God wouldn’t see them and told that God was too ashamed of sinners to talk to them, when his voice would mend them with his forgiveness. Was Jesus of Nazareth forgiving? That’s his Father, whom Jesus prayed to and learned from as a Son.”
1. I thought, “Well, if he’s like Jesus then I might like to talk with him.”
1. And I felt him draw near, and I panicked more than I could bear. I thought my eyes were splitting.
CONFIDENCE, without warning
1. I was so afraid, I thought to push God away and felt like screaming from fear
1. Suddenly, I took a gulp and in the air of that breath, I changed; I dared to challenge and oppose that approaching spirit, claiming to be God. If it’s really God than he must prove to be good because God is good.
1. Active… power-stance!
DISCERNMENT for a battle
1. The Holy Spirit asked, “So, what are you going to do if this spirit turns out to be a bad spirit who is mean and hurts you when it talks and is not giving but a robber?”
  1. I said, “If that spirit is mean and I don’t like him, I will rebuke him.”
1. And the Holy Spirit said, “That’s right. Okay, I’m right here; Do you like me?”
  1. And in that question was another question, “Can I help you? Maybe not him, we’ll see about him, but do you think I am worthy to help you?”
  1. And assessing the kindliness and helpfulness of the Holy Spirit’s worth as a partner against bad spirits, I thought the Holy Spirit was beneficial enough to cover my six.
  1. And the Holy Spirit whispered, “That’s right, because I am here to strengthen you.” And in that word, I heard a distinction between a spirit trying to get strength from me, vs a spirit trying to aid in my being strengthened.
RESPECT is given from the Holy Spirit
1. The Holy Spirit asked, “Ready?” and reminded me of the plan, “If it’s mean, it’s rebuked and that means it’ll run away.”
1. So, in power-stance, ready to listen and ready to rebuke at the first hint of meanness, I was ready to allow the approaching spirit to draw near, even though it has all-authority and that made my eye tearful from uncertainty.
1. And as he slowly came near, I imagined I had fists big enough for punching him in the face! And I was ready for rebuking because it didn’t matter how much authority is in the room, if it’s mean, it’s not want-able!
JOY/LOVE/ASSURED SAFETY/GLADNESS filled the space before the alter
1. This was immediately disarming, but it hadn’t spoken yet, so it hadn’t been properly tested. So, I geared up, again
WHITE LIGHT and A SMILE standing as a Son of Man
1. I couldn’t see him through the white light. And it didn’t feel like a scene playing out in my imagination, anymore
1. It felt like I was peering behind a curtain in reality, and seeing truth but not with my natural eyes, even though I was seeing with great clarity
1. He looked like he was wearing a long white robe, more humble than the any painting of an angel I’d ever seen
1. All I could see was His smile
HONOR from God
1. His attitude exuded off of him in a radiance: expectant nervous joy
1. It felt like a relative who had heard about me many years ago, at my birth, and had spent all those years slowly growing more and more excited to be greeted by me, by was travelling and couldn’t get there, earlier
1. Nervous as a family member who’s not certain if he’ll be liked, but so hoping that he will be
1. This is honoring to feel like you have graced Him with giving him a moment of your time, time which is precious, to allow him to speak to you
1. This is even more disarming, jaw droppingly wonderous and strange against a backdrop of mean attitudes, or insecure attitudes
STANDING TALLER while perfectly humbled
1. My fists fell as unnecessary, it’s a wonderous notion to receive; He is honored by you having received him, as though he was the one risking his heart by drawing near to one he fears, not because he fears a punch or hurt jaw, but he fears being unwanted and rejected, but there’s no insecurity in him (no threat from insecurity as a weak man who will harm in reaction to being rejected) but like he spent the day putting on his best outfit to impress and asked all the angels if his hair looked nice
1. So great was this honor to elevate me, my soul to asked of me, “Who am I?”
1. But in reply to myself, I spoke to myself, “Gird yourself! He still hasn’t spoken, yet. He could be a liar… don’t like him too soon.”
HE SPEAKS
1. “Hi, Bethany”
1. So much warmth, I turned to the Holy Spirit to celebrate, “He said my name!”
  1. “Yeah! I think, he’s got to more say.”
  1. “Oh ok, I’m listening.”
1. The echo of my name entered my soul
1. And suddenly, I realized all my other relationships would now have a back seat to this one
  1. His love is so much, it’s enough to heal any lack from any parent or brother, or grandparent, or all the family failures together: filling every lack with love
1. Because his love is the amount of love of ten thousand hearts beating as one with all the love they can contain beating together in one accord, saying “I love you: I am so over-joyed that you exist.”
  1. I confessed, “Oh, uh-oh. Don’t tell my family, but I am now a thousand times more excited to see you than I can ever be excited to see them, cuz you love me a lot more than they love me. I don’t really know how to deal with this relationship change.”
  1. “They love you and you’ll still be excited to see them, too. It’s just that they have human sized hearts, and I am God with a God sized heart, it’s so big that it’s holding all the stars in the universe with my love”
  1. I informed him, “You’re big”
  1. The Holy Spirit whispered, “Is he nice?”
  1. “Yes, I think so.”
  1. “Ok, so, no rebuking?”
  1. “No, not yet.”
  1. The Holy Spirit shouted over my shoulder, “Okay, spirit, we’re going to hear what else you have to say, but if you’re mean and it turns out that you’re a liar, she’s gunna rebuke you!”
    1. And in my mouth was chewing on a word to understand it “authority”
    1. Nom, nom, nom… authority… I have the authority to rebuke mean spirits… am I a child of God?
I INTERROGTED
1. I asked, “Who are you?”
1. He replied, “I am the one they are worshiping.” He whispered by his spirit, “Now you can say, you’ve met me.” In his whisper was so much radiant joy.
1. And I think his spirit had me look around the room and thought near me, “Huh, are the other people only here for the music? Are they seeing this? Do they worship God? If they are worshipping God, it must be deep in their hearts; they look sorrowful.”
1. Because I asked, “Why are you talking to me? Are they just here for the music? And do they know you are real? And are they in trouble for not worshiping you, if they’re not worshiping you, right?”
1. He said, “Where are we? Are they in my house? This is my house, so they are worshiping me. If they mess up, I get them, just like I got you. But to answer your question, you needed me. Do you remember how you felt when walking here, today? (I remembered the walk across the big parking lot from the house across the street, and how I felt a kind of faint and pain and sorrow that was probably evidence of my last moments alive. I looked back at the house, thinking I shouldn’t be walking. I looked at the church and had a strange notion) What did you decide?”
1. I answered, “I decided, if I could just sing the songs, I would probably live.”
1. He said, “That was my Holy Spirit. By spirit I was telling you, I was saying, ‘Just come. One day. One song. I promise, you will make it through the weekend. Just come. Don’t faint.’ And did you think to tell your Mother about how you were feeling?”
1. I said, “Yes, but I have been sick, a long time. I don’t think there’s anything the doctors can do. So, I decided not to tell my Mother. Or, rather, I thought, if I made it through the songs, maybe I wouldn’t have to tell her because everything would be okay.”
1. He said, joyfully, “That was me!”
HUMILITY DEFINED by how his actions
1. When I noticed all his attitude was humility, the Holy Spirit whispered, “Remind you of someone?”
  1. I thought, “Jesus of Nazareth… he’s behaving just like Jesus did… wait is this spirit the living, resurrected Jesus?”
  1. I don’t know why, but that made me scared, again, “AH! I’m scared again! What does that mean!?”
1. He looked to the Holy Spirit standing as my rear guard and there was a conversation
  1. “Should I leave?”
  1. “No, wait, I got this”
1. Holy Spirit reminded me of what it was like the first moment the All-authority spirit asked to draw near. It was scary, but the Holy Spirit spoke. And the Holy Spirit is nice. And the Holy Spirit reminded me of what Jesus behaved like. And then the Holy Spirit asked me, “And it seems like Jesus was nice. So, does it seem like he might be nice, too?”
  1. “Yes,”
  1. “Do you want to hear what he has to say, right now. He can come back, but later it might be harder to listen: if there’s less optimism in your heart than right now. Do you want him to leave and try again later?”
  1. “No, I don’t want to make it harder on myself. I don’t like fear. And I think I might like him. And I want to know, now, if I might like him.”
  1. “So, should I tell him to stay?”
  1. “Yes”
HE GIVES A GIFT by his word
1. He seemed to grab my face and breath into me as he spoke, “You are gracious”
1. BREATH BREATHED INTO…
  1. NOT the mind, NOT the heart, someplace else…
  1. It’s my spirit!
  1. It had fallen down, weary, starved, saddened
  1. But at his word…
MY SPIRIT IS ALIVE!
1. Without my body moving, I watched myself – all that is me – known by God – rise up from lying on my side to standing and rise up, increasing in size to twice the height as any mountain – no! three times the height as any mountain! – and I’m free to walk across any valley, anywhere – earth belongs to me
  1. “I better tell the mountains and the roaming goats and any animals I see that I love them, they need to know it, because I have been gone a long time. And they need to know they are loved. That’s what my Dad would do.”
1. I confessed to him, “I don’t know what gracious means, but I am yours!”
1. He asked, “Do you like it, here, with me? Do you like living, here?”
1. I worried, “Wait, what do you mean? Can I leave it?”
1. He said, “Do you want to leave it?”
1. I confessed, “No,”
1. He said, soothingly, “Bethany, what would you say if I offered you SALVATION” BREATH BREATHED into understanding
  1. Sal-va-tion: freedom from working into an easy life where everything is taken care of, always and forever
1. “Yay!” I fully rejoiced
SMASH! A car crash by PRIDE
1. Pride spoke for itself and suppressed the me that was celebrating and rejoicing over salvation, And it said, “I don’t know who you are. You’re not going to keep me. Your love is a temporary illusion. I will never trust you. I will do this on my own. Don’t help me. Don’t come around me, again. You’re not worthy.
1. He said, sounding far away, again, “It’s impossible”
1. Pride surged through my body like a stubborn rage, “I don’t care. I’ll learn what I need to and try until I get it right. It’ll work out, eventually.”
I left the church and walked home. There is more to this, but it’s not the point, today.

Is that the end of my story? Nope. Every time I cried out for help, Jesus drew near my soul and healed me until I was strong. Many times, I took that strength and went back into the fear of life, trying alone.

Eventually, I started to get tired. I learned about SUBMISSION and what is means to allow him to help. And I longed to re-enter by the same way: the Fear of the Lord.

I was wondering if I had miss labeled the encounter until I read this proverb:

“In the fear of the Lord is great confidence.”

That’s what it was! Because the Holy Spirit fed me confidence! So, I am right to classify this encounter with the Lord, which is meeting him in the light of his glory and knowing the fear of him by my soul testifying of its frailty. But it’s also this scripture:

“Ours is not a spirit of fear, but of love and power and sound mind.”

It’s the clarity of mind that, initially, separates the encounter from a lowly spirit of fear that won’t want a person to think, clearly, because in panic is the position of robbery. And God spoke the words on insight to us through the sanctified psalmist:

“You are fearfully and wonderfully made.”

What’s the difference between the greatest fear and the greatest love, when in God the two are one? In God are all the good things. And all the good things are from God. Fear without love is evil. Love without fear is vanity.

I know this much is true: the Fear of the Lord will eradicate anxiety from the mind; anxious thoughts are, immediately, forgotten in the Fear of the Lord because this scripture is simultaneously true:

“Perfect love casts out fear.”

All good things.

But then, having met God who loved me so much, having left him, could he love me, still? How can I think to go back?

So then, what is repentance? And how does a person return to God? And what is it like to come back to God? What does he enforce? And how does the Fear of the Lord play out in the day-in-day-out relationship with God if it’s not felt like anxiety?

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