Well I guess bttt, there isn't really much I can say.
I prayed for years and years, and maybe Gordon is right, I never shut up and listened, but I think I did. I felt comforted in the short term, but I don't know what that really was. It could have just been that I was centered and quiet and content, or it could have been God, but how can you really know?
If there is a God, he's not the one Jehovah's Witnesses believe in, because how can they say that god is Love, when "He" requires them to shun and hurt their own flesh and blood unless they live up to some rigid set of rules, as dictated by some men?
At this bittersweet time in my life (bitter because I have learned that the love my JW family has for me is conditional in the deepest sense of the word; sweet because I have learned what true friendship means, and it's not JW's), I do not feel that any God is communicating with me.
I guess I had something to say after all.