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bphutchins89 in Conversion
I have had similar experiences of the clearness and crispness of thought and expression in the spirit world. I have also seen beauty such as you describe, coming back to this world is like one of those mornings when you just can't seem to wake up. If you haven't experienced it you really can not understand it. I can really understand Paul's statement about the whole world groaning under its present condition.
So is astral projection real or hallucination? For astral projection to be real you have to go out of body and like guess something and wake up to see if it there's in real life.
darkassassin92 in Trying To Astral Project
The other day I was in sleep paralysis closed eyes and then felt vibrations but I did not astral project for some reason. I was not scared and I think I could do it. If anyone can shed some light why it did not work for me it would help.
nbookless in My Awakening
I believe you to I have a web page to
I had satin chock me during my awakening I 2001 I had a prayer for 7 people 7 stars and the 7 person was secret so they were safe until I prayed for them so I was in danger he tried to kill me. Before that God had me pray for the blood and this woman I church came out and was praying in tongs and I felt wet worm sticky stuff go on me. We are going into wore so the awakening is for are safety you will feel a lot of energy.
When I first started on this spiritual path through an experience that I had I started out in the new age movement and was into meditation. One of the first things I did was to start out by saying that I wanted to see and know the truth. I stayed with that idea until I actually started drawing near to something, there were storm clouds that were starting to part and it was getting pretty scary. I'll tell you the truth dude, I left, I cut it off saying that I would be back. I found out through reading afterward that the experience of God is generally pretty terrifying.I'm not talking about the love and happiness stuff that I and many others have experienced, I am talking about approaching the throne of God. I think you need to be invited first. I had many many more experiences after that, none were as scary as that first one so don't be too upset with yourself. Read some of the OT prophets first experiences.
bphutchins89 in Flying Whilst Conscious
I have had a number of flying experiences and I treasure them and wish I could have more. The first one I had was that I lifted off a couch, turned over in the air and bumped into a wall. I have gotten more skilled over the years but these dreams are rare.
Hi, my experience will probably soon be published but it is somewhat similar to yours. It happened a long time ago and I think I ended up on this site to sort of bring it back. It is nice to know that others have had similar experiences. I have thought of it and the other experiences I had after it for years now and I could not offer you a rational, by that I mean worldly, explanation for them. But they are real and valid and I can tell you that I have not feared death ever since that first one happened
I read some stories for example a person saw a table and a letter bu5 there was no letter or table when the person was in a near death experience. I believe astral projection is real.
Because I read some out of bodies that were hallucinations like for example one person saw table and a letter but there was no letter or desk.
harrypotterrules in Holy Spirit So Intense
meryem, I'm not a mod, but if you want your story published, you should make sure your story is more detailed, sounds true, and follows the community guidelines for this site. Bad spelling, grammar, inconsistencies, and other stuff like that can impact the site's decision to publish -- or not to publish -- your story. I tried publishing my story on another site like this one and it didn't get published, and I can see why. I don't think people would believe me if I told them ghosts could use a Nintendo DS's PictoChat, now would they? 😉 😁 ❤
harrypotterrules in Holy Spirit So Intense
You know, the Holy Spirit is everywhere at once. So if God wants people to know He is there, He can just make it happen, because, according to the Bible (I forget what saint chapter, and verse this is), "with God all is possible." 😉 😁 ❤
I can, however, tell you how the presence managed to get from the other side of your bedroom to your bedside in a split second. She was in the astral realm, and the way to move instantly in the astral realm is, apparently, to just think about the place you want to be and poof! You're there in an instant!
darkassassin, you are supposed to see that. Whatever is in the location of your physical body (e.g. If you're at school, a desk, locker, etc.) will be what you see when you first start your OBE, until you learn how to move. 😉 😁
are out of body experience real or hallucination like for an example when you did out of body experience did you like see a table and wokeup Iin reap life to see it?
So are out of body experience is real or hallucination like for an example did you go in someones house in out of body experience and accurately guessed it in real life?
darkassassin92 in Out Of Body Experience
Is an out of body real or hallucination like for an example did you see a car outside and woke up and it is there?
Is out of body experience real or hallucination for example did you talk to someone when you had an out of body and woke up and it was true?
darkassassin92 in An Out Of Body Experience?
I keep forgetting to astral project I feel the vibrations or tingle sensation I think but I do not know if I am doing it right.
My body will begin to vibrate but then I lose it. I find it difficult to clear my mind. I seem to thing about everything and anything. It is not something that has come naturally to me. I can see why astral projection seems scary, especially if you are not sure of what it is in the first place! When I find myself scared or fearful, often times it is because I do not understand. Let your spirit go!
darkassassin92 in Astral Projection Obstacles
When you did astral projection did you see real things like for example did you see a chair in front of you then woke up and it was there?
darkassassin92 in An Out Of Body Experience?
I got a couple questions first when you had a out of body did you guess any like for example did you see a sign and wake up its still there or something like that? When some people die I read they do not see a light and lost awareness while others are conscious when they died?
i tried lately to share my spiritual experience with you but they didn't publish it I don't know why even it is similar to many experiences that i've read here 😕
I forgot to say if you change your thoughts and think positive as you go through your episodes I am sure it won't be as bad, its scary because of the things we have done in life movies we have watched and things people say we believe, just remember you never want anything bad for yourself so believe nothing bad can happen to you. What you believe you shall receive... I hope this helps somebody! 😁
I would like to say to all of you having these experiences you are not alone and I question my sanity all the time however I am a happy spirited loving person so I know I am sane, but my question to you guys would be what made your experience happen no one said how it started or why.
Me myself my experience started from meditation and man was it scary I made mine stop by making a drink, a green vegetable juice that I made myself, I can not remember what vegetables I used I am so mad about that anyway it was all green vegetables I juiced in a juicer and my episodes just stop, I was experiencing all kind of things from floating symbols to seeing vortexes to feeling spirits around me to leaving my body to no sleep to little sleep I thought I was loosing my mind I just kept telling family and who ever would listen, the more I talked the better I felt, I had a great support system and that is important. Now I'm on a journey to understand what all this means and why some people experience this and others don't. Anyway hope to hear how some of you started having this happen to you...
This is an answer to psalm96v2. But it may help a few of you also.
These are prayers from the Bible specifically to help you deal with an evil or demonic presence. They really work and if you doubt well you may check the Bible. I hope this helps you guys. Good luck!

Romans 12:21
Be not overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel

Saint Michael the Archangel, Defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, By the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander throughout the world Seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

The Lord's Prayer

Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done On earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power And the glory Forever and ever. Amen.

The Twenty-third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil For Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou annointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.

The Prayer of Jabez
I Chronicles 4:10

And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying: "Oh, that You would bless me, indeed, and enlarge my territory. That Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain." So, God granted him what he requested. Amen.


In You, O, Lord, I take refuge. Incline Your ear to me and save me. Be my rock of refuge, A stronghold to give me safety. Amen.

If you are experiencing a troublesome or malicious haunting, the following prayer is a very powerful tool to use against negative entities.

"Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus... In nomine Domini nostri Jesu Christi"

(Translation: "I exorcize you, unclean spirit... In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.")

From the Roman Catholic Rites of Exorcism, found in the Rituale Romanum

Phonetically: Ex-or-see-so tay, em-moon-diss-uh-mee speer-e-toos, in nom-en-ee Doh-men-ee no-stree Yay-sue Kris-tee.

Reading your story and a few of the comments, I guess i'd like to share a few ideas. I'm 37 now and had one OBE when I was 18. It doesn't really sound like what your describing although I'm sure there may be different types. When I had my OBE it was of the usual things, I seen my body lieing there. AS my "spirit" was leaving I could feel the "spirit" of the house, see myself as a child in the house and the feeling I had at that time as well all at once. As I floated downstairs a friend who came over, while this happened, was at the front door at the bottom of the stairs and I could see what they were doing. Then floated into the livingroom and could see my friend peeking through the window, Looking in to see if neone was home. I could see this and feel things that happened over the 18 years I had been there. Felt I should describe my experience with an OBE before offering other ideas, so that you understand I am spiritual and do believe there are things we as humans just don't understand yet fully. It does sound more like a possession then an OBE based on my experience. But also have the idea of The movie "Phenomon" that travola movie back from the 90's. Maybe what your having is a health issue something like a seizure or brain tumor like in the movie. Just a couple of Thoughts and ideas. If you think it is possesion, buy some fresh whole sage, tie it in a bundle, lite it on fire, then put it out quick and let it smoke in each room in the house for a few seconds. Thats is suppose to drive away spirits if you believe the possession thing. Hope some of this gives you ideas and you figure it out. Good luck to you:)
Hi my name is colton. My story is from the age of 12 of which I am writing now. So I was at a 4th of july festival and everything was going great until about 10:30 p.m. So I was with my girlfriend and her other friend when she started acting weird. She went over to this railing and started playing with this chain. We decided to leave her alone for a while and when we came back she was gone. We were looking for a while and the fireworks started at 11:00 and it was about 10:55 so we went over to the fireworks. And then she came up to us and said she needed to show us something. So we went over to this baseball field and carved in the dirt was a symbol of power. It was the Triquetra well the person who was named jade said she went unconscious over where the chain was and woke up here. I completely believe her because she isn't one to lie. After some investigating jade told us that the fourth of july was also the revelution of the demon uprising. I also had an illusion of a scaly dog looking creature walk up to the triquetra and then it was gone. After looking closely at that spot we found lizard tracks. I live in belgium so your not going to find lizard tracks there. So if you don't know what the triquetra is it is a symbol drawn into the ground and you have to have a creature of the light, dark, and neutral. We suspect the light and dark creatures were floating and the lizard was the neutral. E had to leave shortly after that and I didn't have a camera with me so we couldn't investigate for very long. We also think jade was possesed and drew the symbol without her memory.
Hi JAndrew,

The feeling of oneness, love, happiness and bliss that you have experienced are certainly heavenly feelings.

In recent years, I have come to explore some subtle or astral levels, which include the realm of heaven. I find them to be distinctly different from my experience of the pure white light during my enlightenment. The pure white light is beyond heaven. It is the unmanifested where there is absolute potentiality. While heaven, although purer and closer to the unmanifested in nature, is still the manifested, the created, by certain collective consciousness (no doubt higher consciousness). On the other hand, the pure white light that I had described is pure consciousness.

The various realms I have explored recently spanned from the one that is very similar to our physical world (where you may meet recently deceased people), to progressively higher and brighter levels, which include the heaven as a higher level. When one's consciousness go higher (literally one feels like traveling higher, like climbing a Jacob's ladder or being pulled upwards), the environment gets brighter, and the encounter and feelings increase in love, bliss, beauty, oneness and knowledge. Then beyond the absolutely beautiful vista and love and bliss that is called heaven, there is the pure clear white light of enlightenment, which is just the quality of love, bliss, light, knowledge, without any cause or image, however magnified much much more than in heaven. One also feels unlimited. And I can see why some religious traditions, such as Buddhism, call this the Void. This is the Emptiness that encompasses everything, everywhere and all time. You KNOW that you are home when you get there. Because you are awake for the first time in your life (or in many lifes), and ordinary life waking experience is just deep deep slumber in comparison. This is our true nature, our true home.

This is accessible to all of us, at any moment. If we can tear away from our absorption in this physical world for just a moment, and center in our inner silence, of innocence in perception, we can get close to this true nature of ours in various degrees, from epiphanies of oneness, to rapturous bliss, to sudden direct knowledge (insight), to enlightenment. And with enlightenment, it is just another beginning.
Yes, this scroll has exactly to do with Revelations. I will not say where, you have to figure that out for yourself. It is something I'm not allowed to reveal yet until the time is right.
hello I have never in my life participated in forums or post comments on anything how ever I looked up "saint michael dream on google" and this story popped up. The reason I looked it up because I am bored at work and for some random reason I remember a dream I had of saint michael. Growing up catholic I say the saint michael prayer when ever I feel it is neccessary. The dream which surprises and in a way sort of scares me is exactly like yours. I was in my room sleeping when I awoke to the presence of danger and evil. Frozen with fear I started to say the prayer after doing so a bright light went off as if something exploded also. I couldn't see a thing couldn't breath from the shock and had horrible ringing in my ears and almost instantly everything was calm and woke up. One thing differs from your dream however. In the corner of my room before the explosion happens I remember faintly seeing a small statue of something. I couldn't make it out. I woke up shortly after the dream and immediatley new I was protected nothing can harm me. As long as I have my faith I will never be alone. I cannot begin to tell you how shocking it is that some one else has had the same encounter. It makes my eyes water thinking about it.
Spiritwaiting83 in The Demon On My Back
Taron, Prayer is a great way of finding answers. Patience is a virtue when it comes to life. The Lord is always right on time. Blessed to have a life on Earth, to beable to experience sight,sound,taste etc. Great way of writing your story.
In this case the"spirits" are (is) human beings. Often it is old woman or man. Often they are "spiritualy people, even godbelievers.) With this act they "update" themselves. They need young people and "log in" in them until their brains and breathing stay with the same levels (presures). So young lady, seek your "invader" near to you -your neighbor. Sometimes they can act in long distance or by pictures, but usually they need close contact. That's all. NOW during the day pray in the Holy Spirit through Jesus Christ to the Father. (I just remember you when pray ask forgiveness for you daily sins and ask to protect you from mentioned invader. Ask FAther to wake you up before they enter unto you. WAIT, WAIT for response. After that when God wake up you, use ALL autority Father gave you as believer. REMEMBER cast out that mountain remove it from you and cast it out in the see. SAY it and do not doubt-say loud destination of your mountain." And let God bless you.Amen!
I have to add, I read a comment about Angels have no wings, that is not true. There are different Angels with different types of wings in the Bible. They also have different names for their "group." You can research the Bible for these answers that is your BEST resource. Why? Because GOD created them.:) And GOD talks about them 203 times!
Hi Rivkah,
My name is Geena Lyon. I think you will find my experience with my red winged Angel interesting. My Angel is rather different looking than yours. Even though He stood behind me in my room I knew he was rather tall, but not as tall as yours, but over 6 foot. I could see from the side his wings which are red and narrow and rest high on his shoulders. His wings looked to me like they were lightly washed in blood. I don't see anything wrong with that because I believe it's a message. The reason being, before he came an eagle came and sat on my pillow and his wings also lightly washed with blood. Back to my Angel, I wanted to look at him and made it a point to see his face. I asked if I could see him and he said, I could. I turned around to look at him. He kept his eyes narrow and squinted at me, but I remember them being dark. I felt like he thought I wouldn't approve of his looks. He had thin lips and a little tiny smirk in them. His nose was narrow with a nice bump below the bridge. His hair was completely white and wavy reaching his shoulders. He wore silver that faded away. I drew a picture of him and it's on Etsy if you want to see it. My user name here is also my shop name. That's my third Angel visit from two different Angels. I don't know his name, I'm not sure that's too important but I think he is trying to tell us something, we just need to listen. Angel means messenger. PS Don't let anyone try to take away your experience by implying he might not be from God. Take care.
harrypotterrules in Peaceful Visitor
Scarlett2, I totally agree with you. I have never had any spiritual experiences myself, but they sound pretty enjoyable for the most part.
SiennaRose in The Awakening
I think that you received a blessing because you sound like a special and lovely lady. Thank you for sharing x
Michelle198527 in Room Filled With Light
Hi Rachelle,
I researched "blue light lite up room" and found this message board. I wanted to tell you and others that I have also experienced seeing a blueish white light. About five months ago, my niece passed away and I spent the night at my parents house in my childhood bedroom. It was about 5am and I just finished feeding my 4 month old baby and laid her down. I then went back to bed and I laid there maybe 10 minutes when all of a sudden the room lite up in a bluish white light. It lasted about 3 seconds or so. I thought I was seeing things and then it happened again. I then was freaked out and ran into the living room and waited there until my mom woke up to tell her what I just saw. Well come to find out, my mom has also seen their bedroom light up in a blueish white light at night too right after her father (my grandpa) passed away.
hi I'm 13 and I have had the same thing happen to me I see visions. But a female voice kept saying chosen one, you are the chosen one. Any ideas how to get more info on my duty of being the chosen one
the "OBE" has been happening to me for a few years now I am 23 and your stories sound so like mine especially when you say "When I talk to my family about it, they merely suggest that I am possessed. They also say that if I speak to a professional person about it, I'll be put straight into a mental institute." that's my familys out look on things but that's not a good enough explanation for me I need to know I did ignore it for months but the more I ignored it the more it happened and the longer it happens the worst one was about a week ago that's when I started researching it I was in my bed next to my partner like normal I went to sleep and I heard a scratching that woke me up but when I opened my eyes I wasn't in bed I was close to my ceiling I tried to scream but I could do nothing then I felt a tug on my legs the next thing I know I was been flung around the room it was terrifying it seemed to go on for ages but somehow I managed to force to throw myself down and I instantly woke up with a bang screaming it woke my partner up and when I told him about it he said it was just a bad dream and to go back to sleep needless to say I never went back to sleep it hasnt happened again yet but they seem to be getting more violent iv never truly believed in ghosts and spirits and possessions but somethings going on that I can't explain it doesn't help either that my 6year old niece has told the family she has seen things since a very early age but iv just put it down to a over active imagination but now I find myself questioning everything even my own sanity I have got 2 children to think about I don't want to end up the loony in the family any information anyone can pass onto me would be greatly appreciated
Thank you for such a wonderful post! As I read it, my excitement grew and grew. I'm also 17 years old and am doing yoga and meditation to aid me in my spiritual growth. I was also pretty desperate to find my true love, and I've learned to let them come to me as I improve upon loving myself. I'm also interested in awakening my Kundalini, but have learned through research to let it come on its own and not to rush the process. So, I understand your hesitation. If you feel stuck, my advice is that you should go for it and meditate/pray to the Universe, God, etc. To find the answer on how to progress. Libra1 is absolutely correct, "Everything works out in time. Trust it." Best wishes and regards 😊 ❤
hello! 😊 I am an indigo child and have recently been having constant out of body experiences, which is your spirit leaving your body and roaming around and so forth. I haven't actually had control over it like you have, but any time I have left nothing bad has ever come of it, you will always come back when you wake up. Sometimes you will be confused as to why you are where you are instead of where you were. (:
I've always wondered how spirits can do such things... God bless.
harrypotterrules in Safely Escorted To Heaven
That is such a breathtaking experience. I, too, am at a loss for words.
harrypotterrules in Choosing To Be Here
What did that void of energy look like -- er -- feel like? Or were you just aware that it was there and did not feel anything at all?
Have you had any more experiences with your spirit guide? If so, please publish them if you haven't already. Thank you!
I hope you get to read this. From my dream experiences, the entity you met was "The Comforter". The words being spoke to you were words of Truth. Reason why you don't remember what was said is because you refuse to hear or/& see it. Those numbers hold a significance not only to the future, but your subconscious telling your conscious it was/is reality.
Hello,- After 30 years of tangled relationships and much wandering I was convinced that I wanted 'out' as in ending this life. Meeting L. Abruptly changed all that. She was some 15 years my junior. One quiet morning in San Francisco she reclined on pillows and looked at me steadily and with affection. As if in a dream her face changed,- and then again. In all, I saw, experienced 13 lovely faces of females (and one petite male), all knew me and seemed bemused at my appearance,- they knew me! I did not recognize them. They were all olive skinned and softly attractive. It happened only once. We have been lovers for 30 years, now. I couldn't be more grateful for the awareness that experience created in me. No drugs, no religious superstitions, just joy at being together again.
To the user "old". You are neither demon or angel but are simply a strong spiritual energy. Whatever path you choose to take with that is what will determine your spiritual karma
harrypotterrules in People Made Of Love
We are all made of some kind of love. Nickr2, I agree with what you said: God loves us all. God bless
i've recently came to the realization that i'm 'formerly' a sleepwalker. 3 days ago I started research on the spiritual implications of this and stumbled across your article. I am so glad someone else seen that! I would really like to talk to you about it more. I'm the reason why 'He' showed up. You missed the rest of what happened. I'm VERY serious.
Hi Deli,

You are very special, sensitive and open. Seeking is living:) Seek carefully and know yourself as you travel. There is so much that is out there, know the "in-there" solidly, too.

As long as you "Fear Not" and have your understanding firm, you will be safe. Just travel with the highest of the high:)

This has kept me safe and lead me to wonderful places.
Erin...Ask Him.

You have a very good signal! Only you two will know what to do. That's the very strong message you received, isn't it? You don't need anyone else invloved. Trust yourself...He's there.

Joy of Joys.
The-Listener in An Angel? Or God?
Yes, Energyman, Kingdixie's story ended with a positive, YEA! However, my advise would be to not get too excited by the pretty crazy things that can happen and focus on the understanding you now have. This is the real power. You may not be lead to spiritual warfare, or you may. But you have been given a Devine experience. I would say follow the devine. However you find God, keep your eyes and focus there:)

I'm so happy for you. Now you can experience all the amazing crazy joyfulness... A shadow is only there by the power of the LIGHT!
The-Listener in Kane, A Lesson In Love
A lovely intimate story. Thank you.

As a mother of a child with unbelieveablely strange illnesses and challenges, your story touched me deeply. There is something different about my son's ability to live with his challenges, too. Like it's almost nothing to him, while we agonize.

I feel I know this young two year old from your story and I'm better for it. Thank you.
The-Listener in A Divine Experience
I'm so happy to have read your story. I wrote a play a number of years ago, about a Gullah girl (aged 11) who was a Caul child. I knew almost nothing about Cauls, and somehow wrote an accurate picture of what a Caul childs life can be like.

I've also become friends with an artist who is a national treasure, who was a Caul. He allowed me to meet his mother and she and I had a great talk. Now, I am meeting people who were born with Cauls, and reading your story! I get along with Cauls, because there is no need to explain anything... God bless and best of success with your book! I would love to read more:)
The-Listener in The Awakening
Well, your story has a ring of eternal truth to it, that I have seen before surrounding death. I have come to conclude that when a loved one passes the "veil" between this life and the next is somehow very thin. Some amazing things happen when the veil is very thin.

You also have a good and close relationship with God, to whom you pray. But you have not gone to church. If this were my story, I might see a pattern here... Your daughter called, which got you talking about the Bible. You felt compeled to watch the sermon, based on scripture. This made you feel wonderful... You then had the family loss to add weight and impact on it all, as you were "tuned in."

You are connected, open and available. Now what do you do? I often feel better when I have other like minded, God focused friends to share with while on my journey. Keep listening to the with-in, and look for more of what brought you joy... Follow the joy!
Dipak, this is such a beautiful story and experience. Thank you for sharing your journey. How wonderful to be with Sri Ramkrishna and to be given the gift of seeing the same house you had seen.
24Jesus in The Lord's Hug
I had an close experience similar at my church, a non-denominational church that I've been attending for 14 years now. About 5 mos ago on a Sunday night that was so unusual that I didn't know what happened but after a second touch from the Lord (I have to write about the 1st yet, not spoken on this site) at a yearly conference. After the service got home and later was ready to go to sleep when I noticed it felt like someone else inside me besides me! Kind of strange but noticed as I yawned it felt like someone sighing with me in my body using my vocal cords. At first trying to go to sleep anyway but found my self speaking around midnight in tongues of a heavenly language like I needed to to feel normal. I was doing this at times next day onward to present but since last Oct 9th 2012 I have felt a very powerful force upon my physical body which at same time I felt The presence of power and Love from the Lord almighty. At times He seemed to shake my body uncontralaably every single day and at times it worried me and I would leave the house because I'm retired now at 63 and I would drive to a thift store or somewhere to get away form the Lords Holy Spirit Love and power but at times it would come on me in a thrift store and had to hang onto some shelves and other times I would be in my jeep and still would surprise me at unexpected times but it was always a beautiful loving presence very much wanting to be with me, and if I were alone He would begin shaking my body and I became sorta in a love fling with the Lords Presence like almost an affair and at times mentioned to Him not now or someone will see us or we'll get caught. Yes, it was like a fiery Love affair and I had a crush on Him too just being in His love so much for almost 3 mo's then it turned into speaking in tongues at night in bed and each morning too which remains with me to this day. BUT the bigest thing I finally found out after the Lord made me His (Like a new adorned Bride). Yes, I finally after 5 mo's of never knowing what to do besides shake I later found that if I allowed my body to be open to His Love because He would always seem to twist my shoulders in a certain way each time that I finally allowed Him to embrace me with His Love, His Beauty, and His Touch which now I always get a response that makes me so Joyful and happy that I cry tears each time usually and say "Thankyou Lord Jesus, Thankyou Lord Jesus" and then after I look up to the ceiling and after He poures His radiant Love and I feol more Real than ever and He gives me Fresh Life into me, and I feel revived Like a New Creature each day. So the last 3 Sundays the Lord Jesus has embraced me during the service or after and usually I seem to cry tears of Joy and seem to feel very clearly His Emotions about a particular thing also. So if anyone has what feels like a body squeeze from Him without seeing Him just allow it and then Thank Him looking upward and say softly "Thankyou Lord Jesus" and allow His Joy to flow through you and you'll see and go to a New level from there:) BTW a few hours ago when I had decided to respond to this article, He just gave me the Most Powerful Hug and Embrace I've ever had YET. And He was SO very Happy that I was going to finally post about Him on the internet on this site. And I've found to stay very close to Him by reading His Word and Praying each day to our Heavenly Father and always in Lord Jesus Name and He stays close to me
To All in Christ Jesus,
Dave from Colo 😨 😁 😭

II Corinthians 5:17
"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new."

Isaiah 61:10 "I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels."
First off, when you get to the stage of vibration, picture and feel yourself in another room or on the ceiling... In your mind, try to feel your nose barely touching the ceiling, and keep doing this until you are out... It also helps if you, just before you attempt to astral project... Walk around the room, and the surrounding rooms, remembering every bit of detail and possibly color... Then, when you get to the vibration stage... Remember that experience of you walking around the rooms, and try to recreate it in your mind as if you just done it, by remembering the details, of your path... This should trick your mind into thinking that you, are still walking around or something like it- (the path you have walked)... You should at that stage vibrate so intensely fast, while remembering the path or your nose touching the ceiling, it should shift your "point of awareness" to that location... I am sorry for making it sound so confusing but it is different for everyone... Let me know if this helps!?
I experienced the same feeling as the Author. I felt huge energy, electricity coming through all my body. It starts from the toes and goes up. I felt tingling and being energized all over my body. This happens in deep prayer then I'm genuinely seeking God with all my heart. It's like saying Yes, I'm with you, I'm present, I hear you and I love you. I feel so much loved and cared this way. I had before physical pain in my hands for long time. When I experienced Holy Spirit that tingling, energizing feeling didn't left me for 3 days. In that time I didn't felt any physical pain in my hands. I was in prayer constantly. Now I experience it too when I'm praying. It can last for a second.
ladyjuniversalcitizen in Christ Saved Me... Now What Do I Do?
Now you find the New Message from God, you find the New Revelations for the Human Family. You find and awaken and build a bridge to the greater intelligence you have within. Knowledge is the most powerful force in the Universe, it is within each being. It can not be manipulated, controlled, overtaken, or abused, or corrupted. It is the deeper greater Intelligence within. It is your Inner Guidance system, instinct, intuition, and gut feelings are but the surface of your greater strength and power.

You are here to find the Messenger, He is not a God, not to be worshipped, or made into a diety. He is like the other previous Messengers, here to raise the level of the human family.

The Angelic Assembly that watches over our world is made up of the Previous Messengers, they have told the Messenger to record the Revealtions. Over 9300 it is very vast, and all encompassing, a message for a 1000 years. The Greatest Message ever given, given at this time in our collective evolution. The Message is pure and you can hear it... There are lots of free books...

Great Waves of Change, how to navigate the times we live in and the times to come.

It is here to empower the human race and to enhance all religions, for they were all made by the Creator to raise the human conciousness. They are all her to give the Individual a greater spiritual experience.

Go read
ladyjuniversalcitizen in What Is My True Purpose?
Your Purpose is to find the greater Intelligence you have within, Your divine connection to the Creator. You come here from a Spiritual Reality, to a Physical Reality, we live in the physcial but we also are a Spiritual Being. You are here at this time to find your Knowledge, and to give your specific gift unique to you, to others. Knowledge, Holy Spirit is the most powerful force in the Universe,

It can not be corrupted, misused, abused, manipulated, overtaken or controlled, it is our Inner
Guidance system, inherent to our being, It is the greater intelligence within. Instinct, Intuition and
Gut feelings are but the surface of it... You take the Steps to Inner Knowledge, by Marshall Vian Summers, it will awaken and build a bridge to this deeper Intelligence within.

If your searching for your purpose I suggest you find and listen to the New Revelation for the Human Family. It is huge, very Vast 9250 pages and continuing, You are here at this time in Humanitys Evolution to find the New Message and to gain access to the greater power within you. You are here for a reason. The Messenger is in the world, he is not a God, or to be worshipped, he is not to be made into a diety, he is just a Messenger like all the other great Messengers.

He is here to give a great Message to the Human Race, to empower them and to move them to a greater level of conciousness... Just like the other messengers did.

The Angelic Assembly that watches over the world is made up of the former Messengers, they are assisting and behind the Revelation and the Messenger. They have told him to Record the Revelations, so that they are in their pure form and will remain that way, untouched now and unmanipulated by man.

Your purpose is to find the Messenger, the REvelation...
Just go check it out, don't jump to assumptions or conclusions but read it take it in, then you will have enough information to make a solid reasonable conclusion.

I apologize for not checking this website for comments more often. Two people recently contacted me via email (bobh [at] with questions based upon this account. There are several good books available for people who are interested in learning more about the path of non-duality. Any books by Eckhart Tolle, Adyashanti, Byron Katie, Ramesh Balsekar, or Gangaji are excellent. Books about Ramana Maharshi, Nisargadatta, and a wide range of Zen Masters, Advaita Vedanta Masters, and other similar sages are easily found on Amazon. The humorous story of my own search for truth is included in "Pouring Concrete, A Zen Path to the Kingdom of God" (also listed on Amazon). Serious seekers will probably find it educational as well as a source of many laughs.
Last night I had an experience that I have had dozens of times in my life, since a child. I googled, something enters my body and landed here. As a child I regarded these things as nightmares. Back in the 70's I became aware that this was not a dream. When it happens I am aware of the room, it is always during sleep that it happens. I am caught between awake and asleep. I cannot move, I cannot cry out, I try speaking, but it is muffled and slurred.
A time happened in the early 70's, I felt that half of my body was charged with a force and it was creeping in, I managed to make a loud sound and my roommate came down stairs and shook me, at which point it ended.
The next time was in a different house and the entering the side of my body started. A friend had told me to bathe myself in white light when this happened. I did so and it slowly ceased. Strange thing on this occasion, I was in the kitchen the following morning and my roommate told me how she was laying in her bed and this feeling of possession happened.
That was 40 years ago yet this thing recurs. Sometimes it happens weekly and other times it is months or more before it happens.
In the past year while it happens there are images as well-crows, lions (my totems consequently). Last night there was a green light next to my head.
I am a "sensitive" sort of psychic. I have a friend that has been giving readings for decades, she suggested that it was not negative, but guides etc preparing me for...
I am a user of "Christ Consciousness" so I call out for Christ during these "episodes". They always cease.
They feel twofold for me-like a violation and yet, I feel very connected to spirit.
just wanted to add some scriptures that will help in clarifying that yes the lord does indeed sing over us. And angelic music
Zephaniah 3:17 says the lord your God is with you, the mighty warrior who saves he will take great delight in you in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with SINGING.

Other scriptures luke 2:13-14, rev 15:3 job 38, 7 rev 5, 11 through 12 and there are many more.
Its also amazing to find that some of these people in the comment forms were dealing with stress and negative situations, this scripture clearly shows that the lord cares and he delights in you, so much so that he SINGS over you.
Praise him, for he is worthy. JESUS.
my husband and I have been having similar experiences, just like you we thought maybe a radio or the tv had been left on, but it wasn't I can tell you that the spirit of God is being poured out in these times, I have had many beautiful encounters with the heavenly realm, even though we live in fleshly bodies and don't always comprehend these supernatural things of God, doesn't mean its not happening, the scriptures even speak of this, the lord will cause his angels to sing over you and he himself. I would like to comment on a previous comment, we do not have past lives, we are only given one life, and to the other comment, this isn't demonic, and your not crazey, it truly is the lord, we serve a wonderful father in heaven, who truly loves his kids, and many things are beginning to transpire from heaven to earth, the bible speaks of these things, so yes you are hearing heaven, Gods heart, his music of comfort and love. Praise God to him be all the glory, IT IS HIM. And you will beging to experience more of him, he is moving mightily amongst his church, prepare your hearts children of God, for the spirit of the lord is moving, drawing and soon to return for his beloved bride.
God bless you.
my name is josh and I am 18 years old. When I was a young boy I was always able to see and talk to spirits. About a year ago I was laying in bed next to my girlfriend and I felt a cool breeze come over my body. I got up and looked by my door and saw a little boy. He asked if he could sta ywith me and asked if I would protect him from the dark one. I willingly said sure. 2 days later I saw 2 hands at the top of my closet door and a part of a face coming out. I got up and turned the light on but nothing was there except for smudge marks from hands. A day after that I felt another pressence when I was about to fall asleep and I got up to turn the light on. The kid was gone. There was 3 small scratch marks on my chest and a big hand print on my shoulder.
Hi Erin-As a Christian, I will answer this from a Christian perspective. When we accept Christ, as you pointed out, there is that natural question, now what? One of the first things we are called to do, is to become disciples-students. We show that we love God, by serving Him and learning to listen to Him. To often we in the Christian faith overlook this, but in the Great Commission, it is what Jesus told us to become-disciples. We also begin to serve Him-this is where your personal calling comes in. When we accept Christ, are given gifts-I suggest, pray about your's, and try and find it. My advice to you would be practical, what are your interests? This can take years to work out-be patiant. My prayers are with you, and I ask God's continued blessing on your life in Christ.
TheOtherSide in What Is My True Purpose?
The purpose of life is to fulfill the unfinished business. What is un-finish business? One- pay back what we borrow in the past/present. Example: money or promise. Two- forgive all those borrow or done us wrong. Three- practice spirituality so that after death, you don't reincarnate again in this earth. Fourth- pay back your parents for having you. Like taking care of their needs, emotions, and monetary issues if possible. The most important thing is do not let sorrow or pain appear in your parents' eyes or heart because of you. Lastly, the last un-finish business is that you need to do good deeds and forward those good deeds to save those in the vital world (earthbound spirits) so they could move on to heaven, out from hell or reborn as a human with a good life.
TheOtherSide in Holy Spirit So Intense
You have been awakening my friend. Not everyone get this chance. Continue to practice spirituality and do good deeds. After you did the good deeds, mentally or out loud request to forward your good deeds to heaven, enemies, or love ones so they or yourself to be out of the 3 level of bad karmic level (hell, ghosts or demons and animal reincarnation). If you forward your good deeds to your enemies, you will die easy (little to no pain and could request to die any day you please once its time). If not, you will suffer from an illness for example, stroke, cancer, chronic disease and so on. NOt trying to scare you and I know you probably don't believe me either. But just remember to do good deeds and forward the blessing to the world or to those less fortunate than you. Good luck with your journey.
ive also had an experience like this... I felt it coming on. I know I must have sounded crazy but I told my friend "i feel like I'm going to shoot up into heaven/space/another dimension when I go to sleep". I was scared of the experience happening because it had never happened before. I put off going to sleep for a good while and when I finally went to sleep I felt the strange pull (vacuum like) the next thing I knew I was in a place of comfort and could feel the love within me as well as all around me. I was sitting at a table with several elders and everything was in its most perfect form. Highly pigmented and everything had a beautiful glow. They said to me kindly "you've lost 1 year/ Your a year late" When I asked why I all of the sudden woke up. I don't understand the meaning behind this and can only guess a few things. ❤
robert in Gold Coins
Thank you Marvis for your comments, and your sincere and good advice. The more I think of it though, the more the experience seemed like the devils trickery.
stealthfire in Extremely Bright Light
I can only presume your hair colour changed due to fear. As for a heat source coming from your mirror I have no idea but I would like to know where the mirror was from was it given to you or was it new was it old as mirrors can hold many memory's good and bad and spirits use them.
the spiritual body is like doctor who's time machine its small on the outside but huge on the inside our astral body is probably the size of a pin head. Size has no meaning really. If you think about it there's probably a planet out there 100 times the size of earth anyway your claiming your body is being used by other spirits well I guess that's possible but that's usually only if your aura is broken due to something bad happening to you which would bring your defences down and create gap's for these visitor's to enter I suggest you meditate and imagine a pure white light going through each of your chakras and down in to the earth to the ground and of course through your crown to the sky you should then be safe in your bubble of light and it don't hurt to say a prayer for extra protection and ask your spiritual door keeper to keep these visitor's from intruding your body.
I wouldn't worry about your out of body experience trust me your not alone I have had them as well as many other different spiritual experiences which has intrigued me to find some answers but not really any available all guess work really the feeling of being pulled out of your body is just because those feelings are new to you it becomes less frightening the more these happen if you can manage to leave your body then remember that your not in human form no more you are a soul traveller so the second body as I call it is controlled by thought not by your muscles think about going somewhere and you will instantly move in that direction as for god pulling your soul out lol I think not I see god as the god force energy which is invisible to the naked eye but is everywhere omnipresent say I wouldn't worry you will be fine read up on a man called sylvan Muldoon he will explain better about soul travelling and there's also a book by albert taylor ph.d. Called soul traveller.
When you asking what you should you do I can't tell you what exactly you should do
But I can tell you this one thing Mrs Erlin
God loves you, so He shares with you what He is thinking
You are the proof of His almighty and love
He brings you to a consciousness of your sin
For what you have done wrong, fix them
For what problems you might have solve them
Live under His Light
Praise and worship Jesus all the time
Jesus loves you
hello my name is Carlos and live somewhere I can't tell you guys but this thing that happen to you is happening to me my testimony is I seen my sprit and my other friends... This is how it had happen well I do bad things and I learn from my mistakes so don't judge me... This is how it had happen I started drinking with my friends and we decided to go stealing cars ok so we get away once at a check point then the next chance I got was that cops were following us and I thought that was it rite but they stop another car we escaped and as we were going back home we took a road where there is nothing but fields no houses for miles people ok check this out my friend decides to hit the e brake once and I had this happen once too that my friend hit the e-brake and we crash into a telephone pole smashing more than 80mpg survive with no starches so I tell my friend that was driving not to do that because that had happen to me the reason I had told him that was because I had a bad feeling and we crash rite so that had happen but that's not what I'm writing to you about its that when we left the crime scene walking and jogging a little bit more we saw this three people that look like us I was not drunk and I'm not crazy because my friends saw the same thing what the thing was that there was no houses for miles it took us like an hour to get home and it was dark probably like two in the morning... After that I had some weird things happen to me people that I never thought would tell me to go to church so I ask a pastor what that meant and he said that god is trying to talk to me... I need some one to talk to about this if anyone can help me out because I ask myself why me why me my email address is carlosramon873 [at] please anyone cuss I'm scared... The reason is because I saw the shadow people too and everyone is saying it's the devil himself watching over me in my room. If anyone can recommend an evilest
musa in Angel?
It is not true that all angels have wings. The one that came to anounce the coming of Solomon did not have ant defference from a human being.

I guess you people were responding to another story.

Brotheran be carefull about one thing we are not allowed to pray in anything accept Jesus Christ not even in Angels. How can a person who is in more position pray to the one who is in a little position, I am not saying this out of pride but if you spent a little time with your bible you will know what is a person and yes in the kingdom of God we are in the greater position than Angels.
I felt this hug too. It was very unexpected and took me by surprise. I do get a tingling sensation over my head duriing my evening prayer sessions, but this experience topped it all. I am now convinced of a divine being residing in my house and guiding me all the time.
I am 35 years old. This will be the first I have discussed this with anyone. When I was 11 my brother died. A few weeks later the following ocurred. I was sleepling and woke to the brightest most intense light I had ever seen. This light was in a small mirror I had on the wall. I was filled with fear and yet felt pulled to it. I could feel a burning heat enter my eyes. I pulled the covers over my head in fear, and as I looked again it was gone. The following night this occured again. As scared as I was I walked towards it. This was not a white light but rather an undescibeable brilliant yellow and red. As I got closer and as scared as I was I felt compelled to stare into it as I did this a very intense heat enterd me through my eyes. I ran back to bed, Pulled the covers over my head and waited until morning. When my mother saw me in the morning she was alarmed, because my hair in the front (my bangs) had turned white and had lost all pigment. I never told my parents or anyone until now. I have always been in fear of telling anyone as I do not know how. I truly don't know if it was evil or good. Someone please help.
ive got the same experience twice. Was terribly scared and woke up forcfully...
To each of you,
It's great to see people encouraging each other through communication. Yeah no doubt that their are Angels and demons amongst us, but we have a great teacher that left instructions on how to overcome such issues. May the peace of our Lord be with ALL of you:)
Hold Fast!
Be encouraged, because at times we may feel alone but rest assured folks we most certainly are NOT alone. Yeah, theirs a fight going down but as it's stated multiple times it's already been won by our Lord Jesus Christ and his triumph over death.
I too have expierienced what each of you have and it's nothing to fret about. So stay your thoughts from going astray and thank God.
I have gotten to the highest point before leaving my body, but am unable to leave my body. I go through the vibration stage, feel my body lifting up my heart starts to race an am about to exit but never do. I have been practicing this for over a year. As for getting to the vibration stage, I listen to Binaural Beats in the theta frequency. Here is a great hour long session I found on Youtube. I use this one all the time and have gotten almost out of body. Heres the link --->
The trick is to concentrate on the sound. Mind awake, body asleep. Clear your mind completely and tune in to the music. It takes a lot of concentration for me and practicing meditation for years has really helped. Good luck with your journey and hopefully soon you will get there. As for me, well I have not gone out of body yet if I do I will let you know. 😁
jamieboy222 in My Light
I read this story again today 11-22-2012 and read one of the comments about aliens, first I'd like to state I've had many exps since then and I know that's not the case. The light was actually a HUGH light maybe 20/30 ft wide right over my head and was at one point over me all the way to the horizon as far as you could see and very bright, if it were aliens me being on the beach in kona on Alii Dr 2 miles from town many many people would have called in to reports this, but the next morning not that I had ANY doubt, I found nothing in the news at all. If you truly apply yourself to your spirit half you too will develop exps that will let you know we are just growing children.
Something similar happened to me two weeks ago. I woke up and it was around three or four in the morning and I was just opening my eyes when I could make out this white light. It started moving so I snapped myself awake and it was like a human shape but a lot thinner and it was very bright. I kind of froze and panicked and put my blanket over my head. I wasn't scared of it really but I just panicked because this had never happened to me before. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
I wish I could have what you have musacyril [at] But I have come to believe that it like the scriptures put it. No one can come to the father accept when pulled by him. And he bless whom he like. I have tried to have him, it time to get over it. How ever I can't get over the event the happened to me when I was very young, can't remember how old 2-6. I was going to fatch water with my elder brother. This was not a dream it actual happened. All of a sudden it looked like the were going to be a big storm and the weather became the windest I ever seen. On our way back I carred nothing were in a hurry in a wired ruler road on the right hand of my was a line of little trees with these sharp things I don't what to call in english (in zulu ameva) (eg: lemon tree has it). Every time the wind blowed strong it would push me toward these trees, I tried to balance but it pushed until the was no space between me and the tree. These happened like 5 or 7 time, that the only day it happened though. But not one time did it managed to get me hurt by the trees. I used to look at this fact and think that may be one day I will find Jesus again I will be born again be field with his spirit again, but it seem I am only fooling my self. Guess during the time I was fully a christian I once went to a prophet o God and told her that sometimes when I pray they would just be a sudden wind. I will never forget the day I was not in a prayer or anything I was just at home and I seng a gospel song a strong wind rose and I was field with Holly spirit very suddenly. She told me the meaning of it but I am not going to share it here
I am new to this site, loved your post Can relate to it completely I have this flow of love running through me all day long at times even when I am watching a movie or hearing to music, at times this love currents are so strong that it over flows in the form of tears and fills me with extreme joy and bliss, have had some experiences of mystic transport but when during transport a thought of fear arises in the mind transport immediately stops, I guess HE is Lovingly preparing us, we are very limited HE is teaching us to expand, to open up our parameters the more we are able to digest HIS grace with all HUMILITY the more understanding dawns on us and the more HIS grace increases.

The nature of my experience is as follows:
My childhood was quite ordinary, plenty of outdoor activities: Fishing, Bike riding, Playing outside with friends - nothing out of the ordinary. A rather rebellious teenager, often in trouble at school, mixed with the 'so called' wrong crowd - considered a 'no hoper' up until I was about fifteen years old. Then I developed an aptitude for Art and woodwork and was given encouragement from a few teachers who believed in me and who thought that perhaps I had some potential. I performed quite well in these subjects and went on to further and higher education.
Following a path that lead into the field of Engineering Design instead of Art. This path I chose because I thought that it would at least supply me with a steady pay cheque. I first developed a curiosity for Religion as a student and often wondered at the enthusiasm and sometimes secrecy that my Christian colleagues seemed to display at times. This lead me into contact with the student Priest at my college. Of the few talks that we had I remember feeling confused and unhappy about having to chose a particular Church or branch of Christianity over some other. This I felt would somehow distance me or separate me from all of the followers of the other Churches and I was told that I had to make up my mind which path I wanted to follow before I could progress any further.
I decided not to sign up with any particular Church and instead to defer my decision until a future date. I do remember however that that Priest had suggested that, as I was not really a prayerful sort, to say every night the simple phrase "O LORD JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD HAVE MERCY UPON ME A SINNER" and that I should direct this prayer towards GOD who at that time I knew not. This simple phrase I quickly memorised and have said every night since and always proceeds any prayer that I make, even today.
My family although quite ordinary were not really Religious at all, my parents simply did their best to raise their family of six children on a single low income, no mean task at any time. My Father worked long hours, as a guard on the Railway and we just got by living a fairly modest existence. My Father was quite strict with us and always made an effort to teach us right from wrong and to be honest and truthfull. We learnt however, as we were left to our own devices for most of the day, to be street wise and how to survive off our own wits and efforts. I attended a local Sunday school as a child on occasion, with my elder Brother and Sister, but only because they used to give us free sweets afterwards I am sure.
I had never really managed to meet a girlfriend and this was starting to trouble me at nineteen or so. I had managed to avoid having a fling with a so-called 'easy girl' that my elder brother had set up for me, because it just didn't seem right. I wanted more than a 'one night stand' I wanted a proper relationship. I was looking for real love and all that comes with it, I needed a lucky break. I thought I would have to throw in the towel and just go for it as in the college halls of residence a certain girl approached me to go out with her. I was thinking that although I wasn't physically attracted to her, I had to give it a try even if just for the experience, and at least I wouldn't be so lonely. Whilst I was troubled by uncertainty and as the next morning I was due to make the journey home for the Christmas holidays, I decided that perhaps for the first time in my life I would really get down on my knees and Pray to my newly found saviour Jesus, for help. I don't remember much of that prayer but I remember that I was sincere in pleading and I desired only for direction in my life and help in resolving this dilemma. The link between this prayer and what was to occur the following morning only became clear to me some years later.
As I went to board the train the next day I noticed an attractive young lady sitting on her own by a window. I sat down opposite her and soon became enamoured by her beautiful appearance. I made a few comments and to my surprise she seemed to accept my company. We talked some more; I bought her a coffee and the journey passed timelessly. As we left the train I plucked up the courage to ask her out and she accepted. It seemed as though my feet were always a few inches above the floor from then onwards. I was in Love at last and life seemed to be just about as good as it gets. After meeting in the winter we were married in the spring. I was in love with a beautiful woman, married, four children followed and everything that came with it; home, family life, work, more work, nappies, etc.
The other blessing that came from that union was that my wife introduced me to her eastern Religion 'The Bahai Faith'. You see my wife was from IRAN and was here as a student and a refugee because of the fact that her family had been persecuted in their own country because of their religious beliefs. None of this really meant anything to me because I was in love and my wife was here with me and nothing else mattered. This new Religion however I immediately warmed to, its members seemed very nice people, they were very positive and optimistic about life and the future in general. They were all united in their beliefs and all of their teachings seemed most agreeable. This seemed to be the sort of Religious philosophy that I had been hoping to find all along, a Religion that actually accepted all the others to be equally true. I started reading a few books on my wife's Religion and as I seemed to agree with everything that I read it wasn't too long before I became a member myself. Although this Religion is relatively new, it only started in 1844, and its Prophet founder a man titled BAHAULLAH (the Glory of God) lived during this century up until 1892 when he passed away in Israel, after having suffered many years of persecution himself. I soon discovered that this Prophet as well as founding a new world Religion had also made the ultimate claim that he himself was none other than the return of my Lord Jesus Christ. A claim that filled me with wonder and hope and intrigue, I simply had to investigate this claim further, could such a thing possibly be true. The flame of search for my Beloved had been kindled in my heart, a flame that burned brightly for several years of searching and seeking, asking and pondering. But alas with increasing family commitments as my children were growing up and of the demanding responsibilities that this entailed, my search seemed to be increasingly distracted and gradually waned until only the spark of search remained. Ten years passed by, ten good years, busy years, my time preoccupied with simply trying to keep my head above the water. These years took their toll however on my spiritual well being. I had hardly read a book on bahai subjects or indeed on any other spiritually related subject. It had been several years since I had said any prayers of any sort, I was so wrapped up with everyday life and work and commuting through the traffic that I just couldn't find the time anymore. I became distant and withdrawn, disillusioned about my personal problems and about worldly concerns. I had lost my enthusiasm and had entered onto the pathway of despondency and despair. Against the principles of my religion I had started drinking alcohol with my friends at work during the lunch breaks and this seemed to be the start of a slippery slope. My marriage life was suffering and my wife and I seemed to argue more while I slipped deeper and deeper down that slope.
All of these things were happening during the year leading up to my long awaited visit to the world's centre of the Bahai Faith on mount Carmel in Israel. The centre in Israel contains the tombs or sacred shrines of the founders of this Faith along with all of the surviving relics and artefacts that used to belong to them. There are also well-maintained and restored buildings where the Prophet and his family used to reside. All of these places are normally visited during ones pilgrimage to the Holy land.
We had reserved our place on this trip some five years earlier, as there was normally a long waiting list. Although this was a very special trip for my wife as she had never been, for me in my present state of mind it seemed like just another two week holiday to somewhere hot and sunny, in fact somewhere that I didn't even want to go, as it was expensive and I couldn't really spare the time from my busy work schedule. The date for our trip was due in January 1993 and was due to last for nine days at the centre with three days left over to explore Israel. As I said, I did not really want to go, it didn't seem important to me, and as it happened I lost my job over it as my boss was not happy about me having two weeks off when I was in the middle of a busy contract. Upon my return I was to discover that I would have no job to come back to, as my boss had brought someone else in to replace me during my absence.
Before our departure we left our children with my wife's sister for the duration of our trip of which I thought of as a well-earned break away from the kids and at least all to ourselves. During our first day in Israel I was quite indifferent to my surroundings, although the environment seemed pleasant enough. The land around the shrines had been transformed over the years into beautiful gardens, painstakingly maintained by a veritable army of volunteer gardeners. Because of my state of mind I could not really appreciate the need for such exquisite beauty and even thought it all perhaps as a bit wasteful. The rest of the Bahai pilgrims on our group, numbering about twenty souls in total, seemed nice enough people, although to me they were just people, just faces in the crowd. I didn't really want to engage in exchanging pleasantries or small talk with any of them. Nine days suddenly seemed like a long time to me. On the third day however, I decided to leave my wife for a while, as she was busy talking to one of her new friends, and pay a visit to the shrine on mount Carmel. As we were currently in the pilgrim's house on Carmel, it was only a five-minute walk up to the shrine. I entered the shrine itself, a square shaped room, directly above the vault where the sacred remains were entombed. There was room for about twenty people who would have to sit or kneel on the exquisite Persian carpets that covered the floor, the room was scented with the odour of fresh roses and there was a heavy silence. I walked quietly over and kneeled down at the back of the room. There were only a few visitors there, I settled down and closed my eyes. The silence was only broken on occasion by the sound of someone in the room chanting a Persian prayer in a soothing and melodic voice. As I personally had not said a prayer for some years, I was content just to sit there in silence, relaxed and composed. Perhaps half an hour or so had passed when the strangest feeling came over me. It seemed as if all of the stress and the worries that I had stored up over the years, was simply evaporating up through my body and out of my head, leaving me carefree and stress free. Feeling light and elated, I left that Temple and walked out into a different world, a much more pleasant world. The sun was shining brightly and everything looked fresh and new. The transformation that had occurred in that Temple was quite remarkable, even though I hadn't prayed it was as though someone or something had taken pity on my wretched state and had mercifully revived me. I was like a new man that had been given a new lease of life, and I felt like a sheep feels when all of its thick wool is sheared off and it runs off jumping joyfully. I was enthusiastic again and exited to be in such a beautiful place. My spirit that had lay dormant for such a long time had been rejuvenated, like a smouldering candle with just a spark remaining suddenly ignited again to burn a bright. When I returned to the other pilgrims I smiled and greeted them, I was happy to be with them all. I remember thinking at the time that if this was all that I was to get out of this trip then it was well worth it, people in the cities pay large sums of money for this kind of stress relief and not nearly as effective. I feel today that it was meant to be that I entered that shrine in such a dilapidated and dried up condition in order that I absorb a lion's share of that life giving spirit that is manifest there.
I recall soon after this, entering a Bahai library on that site and reading part of a book that spoke of the pure devotion of the early believers who walked on foot many hundreds of miles in order to catch a glimpse of Bahaullah at the window of the prison barracks where he was incarcerated at that time. These early pilgrims underwent extreme hardships during these perilous journeys. Many were beaten and robbed of their possessions on those desolate highways. It seemed clear to me that making a journey on foot was the best way to experience the real sense of actually travelling and would therefore be more satisfying. I decided there and then that this is what I wanted to do; I would make the journey from Haifa to Akka on foot on the last day of my pilgrimage. I planned to visit the Turkish bath where Bahaullah used to bathe, and also the prison barracks where he was incarcerated in that town. I felt sure that Christ himself would guide me on this journey. I had already made the journey from Haifa to Akka the day previously as an official tour with my fellow pilgrims, in an air-conditioned coach. The distance is only some twenty miles or so and takes a little over an hour by coach, it didn't seem that far, I felt that I could easily manage it. Arriving at that destination by coach however, I felt more like a tourist than a pilgrim, and I remember that the experience was a bit of an anticlimax on the day.
The night before the last day of our official stay, I set out to fulfil such an intention. I surreptitiously departed from my Hotel room a little after one in the morning, whilst my wife was asleep, and left her a note explaining my intentions. Once outside into the cool, still night air, I immediately made my way down towards the seafront; I intended to make the whole journey on foot right along the coastline. To my disappointment however I discovered that for the most part of my journey there was actually no access to the beach allowed. The entire coastline was blocked off by miles of heavy industrial building sites; cement factories, oil refineries, scrap metal sites, and the like. I followed a main road, which ran along side all this industry and headed off in the right direction. I was pestered by Taxicabs in Haifa, who prowled the streets looking for fares, and I was anxious to avoid them still whilst on this road.
I stopped at a large river, about ten metres across, which was a few miles distance from the town, and stood on the steel bridge, there was an oily smell in the air. I looked at the river where the moonlight was reflecting on the surface and noticed the distinctive haze of oil and pollution there. It seemed obvious to me that the river was being used to dispose of industrial waste under the cover of darkness. I felt sorry that this beautiful land was being abused and polluted in that way and that some countries could get away with this sort of behaviour in this day and age. As I resumed my journey I started to notice some large olive trees along the side of the road. I realised that these trees were old enough to have originally been there during the time of Bahaullah and could well have been seen by those early pilgrims making that journey to see their Lord. These beautiful old trees were now in a dilapidated condition being near a busy roadside and surrounding them were piles of refuse and old rubble that had been fly tipped there as was common along these remote stretches of road. As I became more emotional, my eyes became tearful and I started to bemoan the plight of this once beautiful countryside and how sorely it had been treated. As I progressed further along this route I came across an oil refinery and I stopped to look at the pumping stations and filtration vessels. This plant was all too familiar to me as I had designed equipment just like this back home where I worked as a draughtsman for companies that worked in this industry. All of these things played heavy on my mind and I became irrational and started to imagine myself in somehow partly responsible for all of this unsightly industry and for the pollution. My heart sank lower and lower as I progressed and I began to feel worthless and increasingly depressed. I had remembered reading of pilgrims who used to walk that same journey from Haifa to Akka, who walked the entire distance along the beautiful sandy shoreline with its clear blue sea and bordering sand dunes, and I so envied their experience and I wished it could have been so now.
A disused railway line ran parallel to the road in the direction of Akka and I chose to walk along this for a few miles. It was now raining quite heavily and I was so despondent that I didn't even open up my umbrella that was hanging from my leather coat, instead I just walked sombrely onwards becoming wet through. As I rejoined the road some time later I lost my way and headed for some miles in the wrong direction, only having to retrace my steps again, as signposts were few and far between. As dawn approached, I came upon a small coastal village, and with the little money that I had remembered to bring I entered a shop and purchased some bread and some milk for my breakfast. With this I made my way down to the beach and sat by the sand looking out at the calm, peaceful sea whilst eating my food. It was low tide and the wet sand stretched out before me, it was nice to be finally on the shoreline by that beautiful sea with the sun slowly rising on the horizon. After the cold and miserable night I had been through it felt good to be warmed by those first rays of sunshine. After a relaxing rest I got up and walked out onto the sand to resume my journey along by the sea. I noticed as I walked that the shells crunched beneath my feet and fell into pieces, as this had not been the case in towns that I had previously visited further down the coast, I suspected that this might be due to the pollution I had seen being dumped into the sea in that region. The sight of a few dead fish and oil stained seabirds that had been washed up onto the sand reaffirmed my suspicion. I had only walked for half a mile or so, when I came upon a barbed wire fence stretching down into the sea, there was an armed guard in a lookout tower and I realised that I could walk no further. It was a large military base and I would have to walk around its vast perimeter fence. I was too tired to follow the road round, as it now seemed to head back in the wrong direction, so I crossed a field and rejoined that old railway line that I had seen in the distance. To my left as I walked was the end of that barbed wire fence surrounding the military base, with another lookout tower on the corner, and to my right was another fence. I walked past the armed guard; I was aware that he was looking at me but I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me and kept on walking straight ahead. I soon heard a mans voice behind me shouting "Halt", the guard was now following me along the railway line, I walked a few more steps, then the fearful sound of his automatic rifle clicking as he was preparing to shoot made me come to an abrupt stop. I raised my arms above my head and perhaps for the first time ever, feared for my life. An army jeep drove up to me and I was escorted by a few soldiers to an office. I sat for a while there while checks were made on my passport and with my Hotel. They asked me what I was doing there and I managed to explain that I was making a journey on foot from Haifa to Akka. Before to long they decided to let me go and drove me out of the base to the main gate, they wanted to drive me the last few miles into Akka but I insisted that they let me walk, they obliged although I realised that they thought I was a crazy Englishman. I walked past the army base and to my relief realised that I could once again gain access to the beach. When I got to the beach I sat down by some sand dunes and pushed my fingers into the warm sand, it was beautiful. I looked up the beach and gazed on the distinct city walls of the old fortress town of Akka, it was a pleasure to behold, the pale yellow brickwork glimmering in the sunlight, I was awestruck. I realised that I had reached the end of my journey, that city looked as magnificent then as it must have looked to those early pilgrims some one hundred or so years ago. It was about ten in the morning and it was a brilliant sunny day and I was exactly where I wanted to be in the world, I felt elated. I noticed down in the grass besides me a young tortoise, so I picked it up and decided to take it with me. Tortoises are expensive to buy as pets in England whilst in Israel they are considered pests and are often killed by Farmers and gardeners for eating their plants. In any case at least now I had some company for the rest of my journey. I would keep him with me for a few days and find him a new home out in the wilderness and out of harms way a bit later. As I walked by the sea towards the city, some few miles ahead of me, I came across a river flowing into the sea. The river was about tem metres across and it was as deep as a mans waist. There were three local men fishing that estuary with small fine nets, and I noticed one of the men empty his net on the river bank, he left a dozen or so small silver fish to die on the ground. I walked over and picked up the wriggling fish and threw them back into the water. The logic of these fishermen amazed me; it was no surprise to me that they were not catching any larger fish if they simply killed off all the small fry. When I crossed the river I made no attempt to roll up my trousers or remove my shoes, I simply waded straight across, after all I had been wet for most of the night so I didn't really care. The three men gave me a strange look as I passed them. One of the men approached me on the other side, he asked me directly if I had any cigarettes, he was trying it on so I thought and I suddenly felt quite vulnerable, however I smiled at him and said that I hadn't and he just left me, so I continued and walked away.
As I approached the city walls I came to another fence. On this stretch of beach near the fence I noticed an injured sea gull dragging its broken off wing behind it as it walked about. I drove the bird into a corner and as it couldn't fly I easily picked it up. Some tough, stringy ligaments connected its wing, so with the aid of two sharp stones I managed to cut the dead wing off. The bird would never again fly, but it could now walk quicker and when I let it go, it ran straight for the safety of the ocean and swam out. I watched it for a few moments; it felt good to have been able to help in some way. I remembered from a Bahai book an analogy about the two wings of a bird being likened to a husband and his wife, and for the first time that night I remembered my wife who I had left earlier that morning, I hoped that she would forgive me. As the tide was low I managed to wade out into the sea a little and climb over the fence away from the barbed wire. I walked a little way along the next beach when two soldiers rushed over to me and told me that I shouldn't be there, I was in another, smaller army base. One of the men suggested to the other that perhaps I was a tourist from a nearby hotel, I thought it wiser to lie at this point rather that try a long explanation, so I said "yes, I did". The two men smiled to each other and led me to an iron gate, which they unlocked and allowed me to pass through. I was so relieved to have been allowed to pass through that gate as for a moment back there I thought I could have been in a lot of trouble. I was now free to enter the walled city as the big wooden gate was in view just ahead of me. I admired that old gate for a time, about six inches thick, solid oak, about ten feet tall and ten feet wide, filled with rusted, large iron rivets. It was possibly several hundred years old and looked very foreboding. I remembered those old stories I had read about the early pilgrims and how they had dreaded to pass this very city gate. They had had to disguise themselves and openly lie to the guards who watched over that gate and allowed people to pass through into the city, as they made a point of turning Bahai pilgrims away. It then suddenly occurred to me that perhaps throughout the whole of my journey through the night, that God had been watching over me and had helped my experience to feel more realistic. There had been the sheer length of the journey, about ten hours on foot that had left me exhausted. There was the emotional turmoil that I had been through, that had left me emotionally drained. There had been the fear of the armed guard and my interrogation at the first army base. There had been my elation at arriving at those city walls after such an arduous journey. There had been a very real possibility of being beaten and robbed by the fishermen, and finally there was the experience of being caught at the eleventh hour, and having to lie to the soldiers who let me pass through a very substantial iron gate and into my final goal, the city itself. I realised that all of these events were more than just pure coincidence, so on a spiritually high note, I entered the city gate.
Once inside the city, I walked through the narrow streets and wondered to myself if they had changed at all over the past hundred years or so. The old walled city of Akka was in fact remarkably well preserved and unspoiled; I believe that it is protected by a preservation order that helps to keep it that way. Most of the buildings in the old city were built with the same thick stones that were used to make up the surrounding city walls, and they looked as though they were built to last. I spent several hours wandering about that venerable old city, soaking up the atmosphere and admiring its views. I entered into an old public Turkish bath that had been out of use for many decades, but that had been preserved as a tourist attraction. This place was of special interest to me as I had heard that my Lord Bahaullah Himself had used this bathhouse regularly to cleanse Himself during the years that he was incarcerated in that city. I walked reverently around those premises and then sat down quietly and recited a prayer, again wishing I could turn the clocks back to those glorious days when my Lord walked this earth. I stopped for some food and ate near the sea, and then I walked up to the old prison barracks and sat down on a wall by the sea overlooking the window of the cell where Bahaullah had been imprisoned. I sat there for well over an hour, looking up at that window, as had many pilgrims a century before, hoping to glance upon the outstretched arm of that noble hostage, waving a handkerchief in acknowledgement of their presence. But for me there was no such prize at my journeys end, only an empty building albeit with a glorious history, but empty and derelict all the same, with only the burning desire to meet the Lord of this world and the world that is to come.
I had the long and tiring journey home to make, I had no money left and I was still weary from the night before. It was early evening, if I made good time I'd be there by bedtime, I took a deep breath and set out, although I wasn't sure if I could actually make it. I got about fifty metres down the road when a small white van pulled up next to me and a young man, African, with a smiling face, looked out of the window and said "Mike! I've been looking for you!" and bade me to get into the car. My wife had told the security people at Haifa that I had walked to Akka and that she was worried about me, and this man had been sent out to look for me. My initial reaction was anger and surprise that this man had been put to so much trouble on my account, but I was surely grateful for the ride back home. Travelling at speed along the main roads we were back in Haifa in less than an hour. I was taken to a man who was in charge of security that simply greeted me and enquired if I were all right. At that point I was so disillusioned and upset that I just broke down and started to cry out aloud and uncontrollably. The man consoled me and led me back towards the pilgrims house where the others in our group were gathered for their last nights celebration meeting. Because I was still upset and in such a state, I did not want to meet anybody so I asked if I could be left in the grounds to regain my composure. I was left in a remote spot and sat down on the ground leaning against a wall, the man had told me that he was going to fetch my wife and had walked off. I sat there for about twenty minutes and held my little tortoise for company. When my wife arrived she wanted me to go back with her to the party but I told her that I was too tired, so we both made our way back to the Hotel. Thus ended my first experience of pilgrimage in the Holy land, Israel.
The next morning I awoke feeling much better after having had good nights sleep. We had to pack our bags and leave the Hotel in Haifa as our nine days permitted stay in that town had elapsed. We made our way after breakfast down to the town centre. I decided to cheer my wife up by hiring a car and spent our last four days in Israel driving around the country seeing the sights. One day we drove out to the dead sea, another day we drove around the sea of Galilee, and so on. Whilst travelling we came upon a beautiful spot in the wilderness by a small stream where I let my little friend run free.
The next day we flew home back to England and to our little house in Berkshire where we were reunited with our children. The next day I turned up for work to find someone else sitting at my desk, then my boss told me that he didn't need me any more and that there was no longer a job for me there, this was good news to come back to I thought, but I calmly took the bad news and returned home again. This was just the excuse I was hoping for however, and as I scanned the bookshelf in my living room, I surveyed all of the Bahai books that had literally been collecting dust over the years and I picked one to read. I decided to read a book written by Bahaullah Himself, I held the book in my hand, blew off the dust, and kissed the book reverently, as I now appreciated how precious these writings were. I made myself comfortable on the couch, and started to read then and there, with great eagerness and enthusiasm, those sacred passages. I remembered that one of the things that I had prayed for, whilst in the Holy land, was that upon my return to England, that I would somehow be able to find more time to read the Bahai scriptures, because the pressures of work normally made this difficult. Little was I to know that my prayers would be answered quite so soon and so dramatically, it just goes to show that one certainly has to choose ones prayers carefully when at the sacred shrines, because they might well be answered, and not necessarily in the way that one might at first expect. I read for most of that day and well into the night as well and this process went on for the following four or five weeks. I read through all of the books that I owned and then borrowed books of other people to read such was my thirst for spiritual knowledge. I made some attempt to find another contract job but there was not much work around at that time so I continued with my studies. In the early hours of one morning whilst deep in study I began to meditate on a particular passage from the writings of Bahaullah, the passage referred to a chalice of immortality and that one had to drink deeply from it to attain salvation, or something like that. I thought to myself that the meaning of this was quite clear enough; I would simply try it and ask for it. I remember starting a deep long prayer towards the end of which I offered to God my entire life and soul for Him to do with whatsoever He pleased and that I desired to drink deeply from this chalice of immortality that I had read about. I slept well that night. The next morning I awoke with an overpowering desire to visit a certain sacred place, it was the shrine of the guardian of the Bahai faith in north London, a place that I had visited many times before. I knew that I had to go there, to go straight there and as a matter of urgency, I did not know why but as I had nothing else to do I would just go and follow the prompting of the spirit. As I drove along the motorway it felt as though my car were on autopilot, my driving was meticulously careful, which was unusual for me, it was as though someone or something were watching over me making sure my journey went smoothly. I arrived at the cemetery quite normally, I had been there many times before, but this time as I walked past the graves of the Bahais who were buried there, I felt a strange and powerful presence, vibrating in excitement, from every grave that I passed by. I had felt no such thing from the older Christian graves that I had just passed leading up to where the Bahai graves were. This experience of communication with those departed souls intrigued me but I continued onto the main tomb itself, that of the beloved Guardian of the faith. The shrine of the Guardian is a large white marble structure with a large central pillar upon which stands a beautiful statue of a golden eagle, the tomb is surrounded by fresh flowers and is enclosed by a surrounding wall with a large iron entrance gate at the far end. I entered the gate and walked respectfully up the stone path that leads up to the tomb, I fell to my knees placed my forehead on the white marble step and started to commune with the omnipotent God with all my heart and soul. I can't remember all that I said, I prayed for about a half an hour, my eyes were closed and I was in a trance like state, but I was uttering verses in a similar style to those prayers of Bahaullah Himself. All of a sudden a flash appeared before my eyes, a brilliant dazzling vision of a dozen or so figures in white flowing robes, this lasted only a few seconds and then it was gone, leaving me bewildered. But in the same way that when you stare at a light bulb and then close your eyes you can still see the outline of that bright object on the inside of your eyelid for several minutes afterwards, well I could still see the outline of those figures in the darkness of my closed eyes for quite some time after that moment. I was still wondering what that vision could mean when I found myself immersed in the warmth of a strong sunlight shining upon me and I basked in that beautiful warm light for ten minutes or so, not really praying anymore but just bathing in that warmth until as I thought the break in the clouds would pass and I would be back in the overcast dreary weather again. Whilst still in that light I decided to end my prayer as my legs had long since gone to sleep and were aching so. But as I opened my eyes expecting to see the sun above me, I found myself beneath a cloudy overcast sky with not a break in the clouds to be seen anywhere. But what about that light and that heat I thought, where could it have come from? I couldn't understand it, my head was still burning and when I looked in a mirror later my forehead was visibly reddened just as if I had been in strong sunlight. After twenty minutes or so I was just about able to stand up again as the blood flowed back into my legs. But my spirit had become exited and disillusioned within me and I was deeply touched and moved by what I had experienced.
I entered the office at that site and found some elderly men debating religion rather pessimistically and I remember speaking with an optimism for the growth of this cause and the spread of the spirit of God on earth rather like a forest fire consuming a dried-up woodland with a force that would be all consuming and unstoppable. My enthusiastic speech raised the spirits of those men and gave them new hope, this I recall but those moments were somewhat hazy for me as my mind was preoccupied by that light. When I set off for home I found myself driving via the head office of the Bahais in London. I related the details of my experience to the two lady secretaries that were there, they were very sympathetic but were really unable to console me and they asked if I would be all right to drive myself home. But I simply had to tell somebody although now I realised that there are some things that you have to keep to yourselves because people cannot really understand them. Even my wife when I told her later that evening didn't understand, she said that I must have been imagining it and there was always a logical explanation. I soon realised that I was on my own and that perhaps there was no one who could understand me. For several days I was somewhat dazed and I remember that sleep was impossible for me during those days as my mind was in a continual state of meditation, constantly turning over all that I had read and had now experienced. As the days passed my inner turmoil worsened and I grew restless, it seemed that no one could be found to advise me or help me or console me. After about ten days of this I realised that I could only find rest or answers if I went back to the holy land, Israel. I drove to the airport one night, alone, but although I changed some money and had my passport with me, as the time of departure drew near I questioned my actions and drove back home. The next morning I joined my wife and told her where I needed to go and she came with me this time, along with my nine-year-old daughter. My daughter had an eye disfiguration from birth and my wife had always wanted to take her to the shrines to pray that one day she could be healed. We drove to the airport and bought our tickets to Israel. I remember in the departure lounge my realisation that I would soon be in the presence of the Lord Christ Himself, to the extent that I started emptying my pockets of all unnecessary possessions, leaving me free and uncluttered for the impending meeting. I became certain that I had been selected for this divine meeting and my compounding sense of desperation to become free from this perplexity only confirmed my belief that I was ultimately being summoned into that Holy presence, as nothing else could appease my bestirred spirit. The flight itself seemed uneventful and soon we were in Telaviv airport and on our way to Haifa. I was refused credit on my card to hire a car as I had reached my limit paying for the flight tickets so we had to get a taxi. We haggled with a few cabs and settled with the cheapest fare as my foreign cash was limited and we had no means to extend our credit. This journey was being made out of desperation and in our haste we were ill prepared, but I simply had to reach my destination of the shrine on the side of mount Carmel, the mountain of God, at whatever cost. I had had sense enough to gain rushed approval by word of mouth over the phone via the Bahai centre in England with someone in authority in Haifa otherwise we shouldn't have gone. As the taxicab headed out along the main road towards Haifa I started to question what it was I was doing and what my expectations were in all this. I was concerned by the unkept and rough condition of the roads on which we travelled and by the speeding traffic, this seemed to disillusion my visualisation of a land that I considered Holy and sanctified by Gods eternal presence. My heart dropped lower as I noticed several dead cats on the roadside and then I saw a large dead dog that had been hit by a car and just left on the road as if it had no worth. A feeling of despair started to overtake me and I anguished at what I thought the world had come to, at the unsightly roads, the speeding / polluting cars and the lorries that just dumped their waste in heaps along the roadside. I remembered the pollution and unsightly industry I had endured during my walk into Akka previously. With the anger and frustration now welling up inside of me at what man, we, I, had done to pollute and spoil a once beautiful land such as this, became too much for me to bear and I pulled the drivers arm and made him pull over off the road and I got out of the car. I walked a short way into a dirty, muddy wasteland and began to cry out aloud into the air. What had I done, I had come all of this way, spent all of this money, I had dreamt of finding God but all that I had realised was a kind of Hell on earth, that dashed my hopes and brought me down to earth with a thud. My wife and the cab driver must have thought me insane to behave in this manner, but coaxed me back into the car anyway and we continued our journey up into Haifa. We entered the gates of the Bahai gardens on mount Carmel and approached a member of security in a site hut. He made a phone call but we were not making any progress. Some other youthful, uniformed security staff came to us to find out the problem and to help out. But for me this was it, I broke away and walked to a grassy area facing the sea. I was on the side of mount Carmel, the mountain of God, this was the holy land and I was in the middle of it and this would do for me. I kneeled down on the ground raised my hands in supplication and sang out, at the top of my voice, Bahaullah's Healing prayer, the words being thus; " THY NAME IS MY HEALING O MY GOD. AND REMEMBRANCE OF THEE IS MY REMEDY. NEARNESS TO THEE IS MY HOPE. AND LOVE FOR THEE IS MY COMPANION. THY MERCY TO ME IS MY HEALING AND MY SUCCOUR IN BOTH THIS WORLD AND THE WORLD TO COME. THOU VERILY ART THE ALL BOUNTIFUL, THE ALL KNOWING, THE ALL WISE."
I sang this prayer aloud because I wanted God Himself to hear it, and indeed to heal me, I had no one else to turn to, this was my last stand and I gave it my best shot. I had noticed that when only a few lines into this prayer that some of the young guards standing behind me were concerned that my loud voice would upset the locals who had houses nearby and they wanted somehow to stop me, but to my relief my friend who was senior among them told them to let me finish, and I continued my prayer unhindered. When this was done we made our way up into the nearby pilgrims house, a meeting place to receive visitors, and I sat down for some time in that room opposite a large and impressive portrait of the eldest son of the Prophet who we know as Abdul Baha, which means the servant of God. For an hour or two we were attended to and that same youth, whom I had befriended whilst on my pilgrimage two months previously, tried to console me and listened to me as I related all of my concerns to him. I spoke of my many worries including the problem of my daughter's eye being disfigured, as this had caused me anguish over the years. I recalled the first time I met this young man, who was in his early twenties; he was on guard duty in front of the Babs shrine. He told me that he was tired that he had to spend so much time there guarding the shrine, I argued to the fact that how lucky he actually was and how I wished that I could stand guard in that most precious and most holy of sites at the shrine of the Bab, and he then agreed with me. Then an older man came in to see me, a resident phsicatrist whom I was informed would evaluate me and try to help. But within a short time the hand of God took over as the time for my release drew upon us. I stood facing this man and talk became futile, then our voices seemed to speed up like a tape recording and then something like a camera shutter seemed to close over my eyes and momentarily everything went black, as I entered a new dimension. A moment later I was standing still in that room, alone, and all of a sudden this overpowering spirit seemed to flow into me, it seemed I recall to bubble up through the ground into my feet and up through my legs and into my body. I looked at my hands and felt that spiritual presence and then instinctively, uncontrollably, I declared "O God! I am Bahaullah!" and so I was it seemed to all intensive purposes. The doctor besides me must have looked upon this scene in utter disbelief and then declared to my wife that she had lost me, because I had now lost my mind and was now finished. I left that house and as I stood outside in the open air and looked over towards the sky above the trees in the distance, I distinctly recall the feeling of how happy the Christ was to have returned into this world again, to gaze upon that earthly splendour and to breath the air again once more. I can never forget nor can I fully describe exactly how beautiful it felt to be united with the Christ spirit for those wonderful yet brief moments. I was fully aware of that presence and yet those people around me were completely oblivious to what was transpiring. I left my wife and daughter outside the pilgrim's house and indicated to my wife that I wanted to visit the shrine of the Bab, some a hundred and fifty metres away. I made my way up the gravely pathway towards the shrine, its majestic structure with its distinctive golden dome, clearly visible ahead of me. I remember passing as a visitor to the shrine lined up to take a photograph and I waited behind them, this seemed typical of what I had read of Bahaullah not wanting to be photographed during his earthly life. As I approached the front of the shrine I noticed that youth on guard in front of the shrine talking with someone standing next to him. He seemed pleased to see me up and about again and seemingly well, I presumed. I walked over to him to shake his hand and to thank him for trying to help me. As I took his hand the spirit instantly flowed from my body into his and all of a sudden my newly found joy turned into dread and fear as I found myself locked into the grip of a being of supernatural power and strength. It was as though the spirit that had only ten minutes earlier flowed into my being had now flowed out through my arm only to become manifest in this now omnipotent and all-powerful being. I likened that moment afterwards to a helpless insect locked in the jaws of a large and fearsome spider having all of its lifeblood sucked out of its body. The eyes that captivated my attention seemed to sparkle and radiate with immense power. He was smiling and pleased to see me but I was helpless and wanted to collapse on the floor and not be there. After those initial fearful moments that phenomenal presence left me to stand by myself and stood a few metres away from me. He was standing facing the sea in front of that temple, looking out over the bay, like a mighty bird of prey, I recall, surveying His territory. I stood to the left of Him also facing the sea, but I could neither look nor speak or do anything at all in that all-powerful presence. I felt so weak and limp that, if not for the grace of God, I would surely be unable to stand at all. For the few moments while it lasted I felt honoured, firstly that I had been allowed to survive that awesome and terrifying experience, and secondly that I had been permitted to enter such a luminous and resplendent spiritual presence as this, the spirit of the one true God Himself. The overwhelming aura of this majestic being was so great that it was rather like standing close to an electricity pylon sparkling and crackling with electric power. He seemed to play with me then, or so it seemed, I was powerless to move but He seemed to want me to look down the mountain at a house at the base that he was pointing to with His finger. Then I felt Him controlling my eyes and head manipulating them in order to look in the direction of and upon that house. I heard the words that "this was my house", although He was not actually speaking through His mouth, I still received this communication telepathically I suppose. He also said something about taking two years that "it would take two years" but I do not know what this meant even until this day. Then the power seemed to leave and that same youth lead me to the side of the shrine where I sat exhausted and shaken on the ground. He told me that I now had to go back to my house in England and he mentioned the road, which seemed strange to me how he should know this, he now displayed no power as the presence had left us, I regained some composure. I can't remember how I got there, but the next thing I remember was sitting down in a room next to my wife within the pilgrim's house. We were sitting in a room talking with some Bahais who were trying to help us, I was back with my wife and although I was with her, I was very confused and thoroughly bewildered. We were taken by car to the shrine of Bahaullah along the coast in Akka. I felt no spiritual presence at the shrine as I recall, as I was aware that I had just left that great being on mount Carmel back in Haifa, and His shrine here seemed somewhat vacant. I cast an orange that I had kept in my pocket, since my pilgrimage, back into the grounds there as I felt that I no longer needed that lucky charm anymore as it had served its purpose and had brought me back to Israel and into the presence of my Lord. It had dropped off of a tree next to the shrine of Bahaullah and I took it gratefully, it had become hard and small in my pocket as I had handled it so much. I feared that it had become so precious to me that I would be lost without it, so I cast it back where I thought it belonged, on that holy ground. We were then taken to a hotel somewhere in Haifa, and put in a room, and were booked back onto a flight to England for early the next morning.
What happened over the next three days, however, I was truly not prepared for. On approximately seven different occasions I found myself cast into various realms of Hell. Each experience lasted for only several hours but in reality were timeless seemingly in the realms of eternity. Each successive experience becoming increasingly worse and more unbearable, until I could take no more. By the grace of God I was taken into a hospital and injected with some strong drugs that induced a deep sleep that lasted several days. Upon waking up I felt much better and it felt good to be back to normality, back down to earth. I was kept in hospital for a couple of weeks under observation and on tranquillisers but then I returned home. It took a good deal of time for me to recover fully, also to regain a grip on my life and at least a semblance of reality and normality. As I regained my confidence and as soon as I was able to, however, I embarked upon a journey of search into finding an explanation of what had happened to me and of trying to understand the things I had seen and had experienced. I gathered books from libraries and various other sources on the spiritual experiences of mankind and of the writings of mystics and such, in a compelling and desperate attempt to understand the nature of these experiences and any implications that there might be. I found some comfort in discovering that other people had experiences similar to this regarding the realms of the spirit. Near death experiences, out of body experiences, meetings with spirits, angels, visions, dreams and other such occurrences were seemingly commonplace throughout history. By the end of the year I had returned to work and back to a sense of normality. Thus ends the story of my spiritual experiences that occurred predominantly during the months of January and February in the year 1993. May these experiences be a guide and be inspiration to others on the spiritual path. Regards Michael.
I am so thankful that there is a website devoted to spiritual experiences. I am 58 and my first experience was at age 8. Mine have only been brief moments of seeing into the other world. I know some people have much deeper and longer experiences. My most recent experience was seeing a bright light. I am a cancer survivor and this happened just before I left to go to Houston for surgery at MD Anderson (2 years ago). The light woke me up just after midnight. I thought I had left the computer screen on, but when I opened my eyes the room was dark. When I closed my eyes again, I could still see the extremely bright, calm and cloud-like white light. I could not look directly at the light with my mind as it was just above my ability to look up. I believe the Holy Spirit became visible to me because so many good people were kindly praying for a successful surgery. Some people who are much more spritual than me were praying for me. The surgery was a success and I am cancer free now. I am so thankful for this and the other experiences I have had. I am not a particularly good person, but still I have been blessed again and again.
Devoted4Ever in Extremely Bright Light
Thank you for sharing your stories everyone. It is nice to know I am not alone:) I woke up one evening to see a figure so bright that appeared to be leaning over me/standing next to my bed. I could see what looked like a body outline (it was bright) and the being seemed smaller/thinner but when I looked at the face of this being it was much brighter and I could not see what I expected- to see a face outline; instead it was a light so bright. I was scared at the time and stared in disbelief for what seemed like a few seconds but then closed my eyes and might have looked away for a second and when I reopened my eyes it was gone. To this day I have wished I would see this being again; I wish I could have tried to say something instead of freezing up. It was beautiful though and I am very thankful for the visit I received from this wonderful being. God bless you all.
Brother the bible decler that a meaning of the proghecy is to be given by God only that why they couldn't give you the meaning. The proghets are the ones that can get a meaning from God. Bn5904664 [at] is my mail, I need help I am being attecked by a spirit of evil. Can you help me?
Mr you felt god, yes. I guess he was hoping you will turn toward him. God is good but he remain God not a severnt. You can't make a religion and expect him to partake in it. God spoke his word which is him self that the only place you will find him. People of religions had to identify the Word in the form of a religion so they called it christian religion. God made defferent types of people not defferent types of religion. People take few scriptures and make a religion over it dineing the rest of the Word. That is how they loose him, his is not there with them
Good people may I just remind you that the bible states clearly that the is no other name given to us to pray unto accept the name of Jesus. There for it is a sin to pray in any other name. Don't pray to any angel don't pray to marrey even if it help's, it a sin
One might say myne one is very clear. I am a musician. No it is not that simple. Just like the old tasterment it had to be raplaced for it was week. So was I under the vision of music I never became the christian I meant to be. Should you want to say something musacyril [at] is where you can contact me
We mught have somthing common. When I was young 4 some reason I used to believe that I am very special. When I accepted Christ they told me that I am very annoited. That no demon will be able to stand befor my worship. I always felt like and believed I am the 1. The chosen 1, but no one said that to me. The are few miracles I have done in Jesus name but very few. My vision was to be a singer, I love music, crazyly. But my life even after receiving Jesus was full of spiritual problems. When I read mathew 17:11 I thought that was me, but I now know him (google search "william branha") after realizing that if saved God in a better way I could get better result, I took the janey. I lost music love in the procces. Which is how come I am right where you are: what should be my vision, what is it that I was born to do? Unfortunetely I lost christ as well
marvis in Gold Coins
I find so much cynicism in the west. People are so unsure about themselves and their experiences and doubt so much. Now isn't doubt the devils most loved tool amongst others? Have confidence in your self. The only evil is faithlessness. Evil doesn't exist outside us. Be of a pure heart. Hurt none. Extend goodwill to all lives beings like a buddha
one cannot die before a pre destined time. The soul will only merge with the bigger consciouseness when it has worked out its karma. So don't be afraid. I have known many people who have had such experiences. They ascribe them to theirpast lives they have lived as hermits
The eastern philosophy says that we are the soul and not the body. The chief cause of sorrow is too much identification with the body. Or body consciousness. In western philosophy god and soul are separate entities whereas in eastern way of thinking this is called dualism. Soul and god are the same thing
.with the soul being as powerfull as god. This concept maybe hard to agree to. You may ask how can the soul be as big as god? God and soul are not bound by physical laws. Size is a physical phenomena.
Both god and soul are formless. Both are just pure consciousness.
We are bodies made of the five elements. And consciousness when added to the body makes it move. Like petroleum in a car making it go. But the petroleum is not the car and is not related to the car.petrol,when removed from the car won't miss the car. But rather move on with its job I.e move
another vehicle
you could experience so much because you have a very clear conscience. People like you are very rare. I'm a heterodox myself. And have had gains using un orthodox methods. People nowadays have prefer doubt instead of believing and have shut themselves from faith and spirituality

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