That's interesting. It's also so very subjective. There is no way you can ever be sure of the source of these private things, even if it lines up on every point with your belief system.
Whatever you were allowed to glimpse, perhaps the point wasn't to be able to put it into words. Maybe you were infused with a deep something that would put you at peace about it, like everything will make sense in the end but not now as we see things.
If you were meant to be able to explain it, surely it could have been presented in such a way that it could be expressed in human terms, at least partly so like St. Paul experienced.
Of course, there could be other explanations. I've wrestled with some of these things myself and try to block all that sort of thing out.
I had an experience where the sniper would be caught in two days. It didn't seem possible at the time but that's the way it turned out. I even thought about "recording" it somewhere on the net, but opted against it. Pride enters the picture sometimes. I haven't been able to totally conquer my pride. If there are secrets to be shared, that's probably why I haven't been gifted with more. The temptation to pride could ruin everything. Yet life has kept me humble but pride still rears its ugly head. But that could be my puny attempt at yet again trying to make sense out of something that doesn't make sense.