It hasn’t been everytime recently (though I’ve been going through a bit of a dark night), but there was one point in time that I was at total and complete peace and even extacy right before I’ve received Our Lord, and it used to last for about an hour or so. I had an innate sense of being in such intimate and total communion with Christ that it brought me to tears at times.
Now, not so much… I intellectually know that it is the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus Christ, and have a great sense of… utter awe of what Christ endured for not just me, but for the whole world, everyone in any point in time on Holy Friday, but the warm and fuzzy feelings are… almost completely absent. About that, though… My confessor says that I should love the God of consolations more than the consolations of God. And since love is an action verb, I hope that by acting loving, I am, in fact, loving. I just wish I could feel it.