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Gregory_Brown's pictureI was raised in a Christian family..., that didn't always make it easy to distinguish itself as such.

I was married for more than twenty years. The ex just walked out one night after a rather heated argument. She never came back. I have two sons (both in their early thirties), the oldest was an over achiever. He eventually graduated from Miami University several years ago, with a degree in manufacturing engineering. He is doing well enough for himself.

My youngest son never finished High School, as he went with his mother when she left. He reads a LOT. He has a razor sharp wit, and occassionaly cuts wise guys down a few notches when he's in the mood. He has gone through several jobs, but usually finds work at a good wage. He has a license to drive various kinds of forklifts.

I married very early, worked thousands of hours of overtime to support the family that disintegrated because I wasn't at home nearly enough. How's that for a bit of irony?

I worked in a factory for about 13 years, and learned nearly every job in there. Assembly line, numerous machines and operations and setups, Quality Control, blueprints and specifications, forklift operator, 5 ton crane operator, custom orders in "factory units" performing special machine operations and QC of same. I learned nearly every job in that factory. I was fired because of a injury I received at work resulted in "restrictions on work I couldn't do." I found a new job.

I worked as a clerk for two years, then I was moved into an Information Management position (I had some considerable training in computer programming a few years earlier.) I performed Quality Assurance by debugging senior systems analysts' projects. I provided a LOT of report programming for several organizations and for several key users..., and frequently included strangers, and the EPA and the DOE.

I did a little bit of database design, along with database maintenance, and a LOT of SQL inquiries. I felt like a "short order cook." I gave a little instruction so key users could make simple modifications to programs I wrote earlier so they could get what they wanted, without bothering me most of the time.

I spent very much time tracking down errors and making corrections..., talk about tedious! They would have done well to include me when they were initially designing the system. For example, much later I found more than four hundred "user data loops" caused by loading records in a particular table backwards.

I found a gross error that failed to capture critical information..., and since I was just the new kid on the block they wouldn't agree with me; in spite of the fact that I clearly demonstrated/reproduced the error. The senior analyst just ignored me. Ha! A few years later, one of my peers just learning her way around the system spotted the same error. All of a sudden I was vindicated. But we lost hundreds of records containing critical data, and it was quietly swept under the rug..., but only after I found and fixed as many records that existed partially in other tables.

I am also attending school again, this time I mean to get that degree.

I have a considerable number of health issues. But I suspect no one likes a whiner. However, they are bad enough that I've been on disability since Oct. Of 2003. Then I may have to face the facts that my disability may prevent me from being considered for ANY JOB.
Spiritual Experiences from Gregory_Brown

Speaking In Tongues And Interpretation on 2010-01-15

I attended the same church for more than 10 years, and was very familiar with everyone. As we approached the end of the Sunday evening service, everything had a sort of heaviness. There were two people that started speaking in tongues at the same time. A moment later they both started to give two...

Last 20 posts from Gregory_Brown

That is a wonderful witness you have. I hope you share it with more people. It is a blessing to hear your testimony. This is something in your life that you should nurture and not neglect.

May God bless you! ❤

I find your story a blessing. I believe our loved ones that have passed on can visit us in our dreams.

If anyone suggest you can talk with your mother using a Ouija Board, please don't follow that path. It will only end badly. I speak from the many people's stories I've read that persuade me to believe that is a path no one should follow.

I can only imagine the great love you have for your mother. I envy you. My mother passed away on Mother's Day a couple of years ago. I believe you will find another to love as well.

God Bless You and Your Family,❤ ❤

Date: 2010-01-31
Susan, you've had a very rich life. Best friends with your sister? I am impressed. You were there to make others help when they were ready to let her die. She came back to the church for some time, and a blessing to many. You stayed with her until the end. Then you were blessed with seeing three angels take her home. I can't imagine what it is like to be you.

I believe your testimony. I have no doubt about the after-life.

I've seen things no child should ever see. My older brother saw them as well. Another 15 years and I not only saw, I nearly collided with some kind of demon on a dark night after work, in our home. I moved away from home about that time. I actually feared for my life. One of my younger brothers saw three of them coming up (in my old room) through the floor. He slept with the lights on for several years after that. He was seriously scared.

After everything I've seen and been through, I've never seen an angel..., and I'm not happy about that. You have no idea how much I want to see an angel. I'm tired. I'm getting older. My health is suffering.

Your story inspires me. I'll hang on a while longer, and maybe I'll be happy.

God Bless

❤ ❤ ❤
Date: 2010-01-31

I have a parting message to share. Jesus blinded Saul, and Saul was converted and stopped persecuting the church of Jesus Christ. He became an Apostle and was called Paul from then on.

Paul experieced many things that God revealed to him. So that Paul would not get "a big head" and become proud, God allowed Paul to suffer with an affliction.

Paul called it "a thorn in the flesh." And Paul asked God many times to take it away from him. God's answer was final..., and God basically said NO. He wanted Paul to be a humble man.

Too much of a good thing, could be too much, for a mere mortal.

I prayed and asked God to stop my chronic migrane headaches. I stopped praying for that after 10 years passed. I've suffered them since 1984. And I suffer other additional chronic conditions since then.

Believe me, I am no Apostle Paul..., not even close.

God Bless ❤
Date: 2010-01-31

I've lived to be in my fifties. I've experienced something that might help you in the future.

I'm not speaking strictly about myself, but others who have had what I call "special revelation" at one time or another in their life.

There really isn't much difference between those who've had a special revelation or not. It is the special revelation that changes one's life.

Try to share these kinds of experience with others, even those in the same church, and you might be disciplined. You may be shunned..., like you have some kind of disease.

People may start calling you names, of one variety or another. I don't doubt you had the experience, I do question what power was behind this connection.

I've learned that sharing intimate details about your experience might evoke a critical response in others, even your own family.

You should consider carefully who to share your experience with..., choose carefully.

If you were married, and had a very intimate experience with your husband, I have no doubt that you wouldn't publish it on the internet.

Put your experience to the test. Measure it carefully next to the Word of God. If you don't know your Bible well enough, consult a minister or priest, but not the one in your church, or they may be biased.

In closing, I'd like you to find an example in the Bible where someone else had a similar experience. If you have anything to prove, prove it to yourself first. It's OK to get help.

If I had been a witness to this event, I might have thought there is some kind of possession going on.

Moses wanted to see God, face to face. God had Moses stand in a crevice in the rock, and God stepped by Moses allowing him to see only his back..., the rock shielded Moses to prevent his certain death.

No mortal man can see God face to face without dying. Seeing is one thing. Touching is another.

Put me to the test. Read your Bible.

Good will, peace, and love to all. ❤

I'm no saint. I'm just a little older now.

I had one of those kinds of dreams you described, only in my dream God was speaking to my family. I was 5 or 6 at the time.

God's voice was somehow in the lightning and thunder, there was no rain. I was the only one animated in my dream. My parents and brothers were standing looking out the window, not moving or speaking..., like statues.

The only words I could understand was my family's name followed by "something" about my family. I had no sense of danger or fear.

All this could be like, "at this time we see in part, know in part." Perhaps in the future I'll learn the meaning. Could be God planting the seed of a thought deep in my mind.

What could a 6 year old kid know, or do?

I'm in my fifties now. Maybe it will be revealed in the future. I don't worry about it. After all, what could a 56 year old man know, or do?

God Bless You 😊 😊

I will try to make better sense about my previous comments. I was focused on the train tracks, and the desert, and the voice. I missed the obvious. I thought you were on a train, and there should have been a train engine..., and for that matter, a caboose. (did I spell that right?)

Mike, is your User Name a way of saying that you are living life on your terms, on doing things your way? If that is true, a single Coach car makes sense. The message might make sense as well.

Jesus once said "I am the way, the truth and the life." There is more that follows, and I'm just going from memory. Sorry, that is all I can recall at the moment.

God is paying special attention to you at this time. I'm sure of that. I don't want to be a prophet of doom and gloom, but the warning might be something like, "Continue living your life without giving God his rightful place in your heart and mind, and you're going to get no where fast." There maybe a storm in your life that is already on its way. You don't have to face it alone.

There is a book in the Old Testament that is very special to me, the Book of Job. That book gives an account that reveals the character of God, Satan, Job, and the trials of life, and coming out the otherside of disaster better than the life you once had. In this book God ultimately confronts Job. You'll have to read the rest of it for yourself..., I sincerely hope you do. I am not judging you. I'm not even a judge. I'm just a pilgrim.

Good will, peace, and God Bless! ❤ 😆

Thank you for taking time to write me. At that time I was truly on the straight and narrow..., can't truly say that now. At the time I had no doubt at all about the message/interpretation..., or the speaker for that matter. As you observed, God answered my prayer instantly and allowed me to receive a personal miracle not once but twice. Talk about POWERFUL, it permanently removed my doubt. How could He be so close to me?

I was just worried that the other members wouldn't get the interpretation because of me. I did pray and asked God to let another give the interpretation. He allowed me that.

For sometime I walked very close to the Lord. I was in kind of a perpetual state of prayer, or spirit of prayer. I could ask a simple question, something like "where is that set of missing screwdrivers", and He would speak in my heart. And He was never wrong.

I tried to share my testimony in prayer meetings with other men considerably older than me. They essentially told me that God does not speak to us, except through the Word of God, the Bible. Talk about a "wet blanket." Man, I got squelched. They looked at me like I had a third eye!

I guess word about my participation in prayer meeting found its way to the pastor. He showed up for prayer meeting a couple of times, and was quick to correct me, or criticize me. Kind of like my Dad used to do. I stopped going to prayer meeting. Then I stopped going to church.

God does speak in our heart. I once had a problem, didn't know what to do. So I prayed, "Lord I know the answer is there, but it's like written on a sheet of paper, a paper on the shore of a distant island. I can see that paper. Help me to read that paper. And He did. The answer was undeniably true. I couldn't share that. So I've determined that one's revelation is for one's self. Sharing it with others can lead to trouble. All in all I'm not getting any connections anymore. The body has rejected me. I grew up in that church. I got married in that church. When I first practiced tithing, it was in that church. I was even baptized in that church, again.

Thank you for listening. 😐

My church taught that the initial physical evidence of the Baptism of the Holy Spirit was speaking in tongues.

I disagreed, rather I asked "who said the physical evidence had to be the initial evidence? Never was answered.

Thanks for the support. I was raised in a Christian Pentecostal church as well. It seemed that the same few people in the church were always the only ones who would speak. When they did, it always sounded like all the other messages. Then they waited just a moment or two, and gave the interpretation.

If I recall correctly, in the early church, the gift of speaking in tongues was causing some problems. It was the Apostle Paul that wrote to a particular church and said in effect, "these are the rules to observe regarding speaking in tongues and giving an interpretation."

Funny thing, I can't seem to recall the rules at the moment. Essentially, he was telling us how the Holy Spirit was going to work with us..., and how to keep order, and stop interrupting the speaker/preacher.

A part of his message was, "something would be confirmed in the mouths of several people." Those giving the interpretation I think, maybe?

The problem I was choking on was more often than not, these "gifts" seemed to be "claimed" by a few select people in my church..., and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. However, I remained reverant, giving the benefit of the doubt to them.

I've never heard of anyone else report receiving the interpretation as the person was still speaking in tongues. There were actually two separate messages, as the speaker paused for a long moment.

I wish you could experience that, hearing an unknown language and understanding it as if it were your native tongue! Not once, but twice!

And after all that, I believe that Paul said he would rather speak 5 words with meaning for the edification of the church, than to speak continually in tongues. Although he did wish at sometime everyone could speak in tongues.

All of this took place in the early 80s.

My experience was proof enough to carry me for life. God does speak to his people, through his people. 😆 ❤

Your story certainly touched me. I would jump at the chance to do something like that. I've helped others in need more than a few times, but didn't get any feeling that I was being visited by an angel.

There was one experience I had when I was thirteen. A good friend, who lived very close to the train tracks, and I were hiking following the rail road tracks. There we met what seemed like an old hobo.

This man was peculiar. He talked to me about God. I can't recall any of the conversation. For that matter, it didn't dawn on me how odd this encounter was until I was in my late forties.

The only thing I do recall was just feeling some uncertainty. I don't think I fully understood what he was talking about. However, I do recall thinking that this guy was for no discernable reason a little out in the middle of nowhere.

I can only guess that he knew when I would be there. He also picked a seemingly odd topic to discuss..., God. He seemed to know what he was talking about. I knew some of what he was saying.

I just wish I could get a second chance to have that conversation again.

I do know for sure "that we entertain angels unaware."

Who do you think was speaking? Who was he speaking to?

When I think of the desert, I think of purification, trials, testing, tempting, something like Jesus' going to the desert before He began His ministry. There was John the Baptist..., didn't he spend some time in the desert, really "roughing it," sometime before he lost his head.

Trains obviously take you from one place to another, taking a "fixed" path/track. The fact that you were alone could suggest many things. I don't see any connection to "end of the world" type scenario.

The "warning?" "HE IS DAMNED WHO DOES HIS NAME," is a little confusing. Does "HIS NAME" mean "one's name?" Or the pronoun "HIS" could refer to Satan?

I'm mostly guessing on the warning message. Hope it helps.

I found your account of all that happened to you a very refreshing story. Many years ago in my church people would be called upon to stand up and be a witness for what the Lord has done.

My church, the people, seemed to change over the years. No one stood up to testify any more. They stopped singing songs that said anything about the blood of Christ.

I attended a service in a Catholic church a couple of years ago. It was odd to me, because the course of the service was nearly identical to the course we followed in worship. I fit right in.

I've actually been entertaining the idea of attending a Catholic church, maybe even converting. I didn't sense any "judgement" aimed at me there.

You have a wonderful testimony. May God bless you and all your family. Your testimony has been a blessing to me.

Good Will, Peace to all
Date: 2010-01-15

Your experience sounds a lot like what my lady friend indentifies as meditating. Reaching inward into a void where "the mind is quiet."

In my experience, I do something like that to escape a migraine, or terrible anxiety, and frequently takes hours to achieve.

In 1983 I think I sustained an injury at work one evening. I was cleaning underneath a catwalk and when I tried to stand up straight, I hit the left side of my head on the bottom of a steel pipe hand rail and it hurt like ****. About a year after this I woke up at home around noon with a severe headache. It felt like someone hit me in the head with a cast iron skillet as hard as they could.

Years later I came home from work with a monsterous migraine, and I was really suffering. I recalled watching a martial arts demonstration. The Chinese master had learned to find and focus his "chi," then he could move that force through out his body, like into one of his hands. He used that force to effectively disable his American opponent by simply grabbing his opponents hand.

That night all I could think about was getting outside of my body I was hurting so badly. I focused at a point on my abdomen looking for the center of my life force, soul, chi, spirit (it doesn't matter to me what you want to call it) and once I found it I started concentrating on moving it up through my body. I could actually feel it. I kept moving it until it was at the very top of my skull. Then something happened that kind of surprised me. I had my eyes closed, but my chi was above my head, and I could look down and see myself.

I just sat and waited; having escaped the pain, I was in no hurry to go back down into my body.

While moving my chi back down into my head, I let it rest on the inside of my skull very near the top. Nearly all of the pain I had been feeling was greatly diminished. I could roll over and go to sleep, and that's exactly what I did.

Since then, I've been in two more automobile accidents and wasn't wearing a seat belt either time, and struck my head each time on the left side, in the exact same spot. The second of these two accidents the car was airborne twice. All the while I was getting thrown around like a rag doll. After that last accident, I ALWAYS wear a seat belt!

I still experience a lot of anxiety, and the headaches have been continuous since 1984. But I have never tried moving my chi out of my body again.

It may be pure fantasy, but some one suggested that if my spirit/soul was out of my body, my body would be left unprotected allowing some other "being" (demon) to enter my body. This subject has never been mentioned in the Bible.

Can't be too careful, so I've never done that again. 😊
Date: 2010-01-15

You never mentioned the name of your first child. I am guessing he grew up in his adopted family, right?

I've seen a few families lose their only child, or maybe just one of several. Either way it hurts all the time. Do you spend much time with him now?

Does he share your particular faith, or perhaps some other?

I married about a year and a few months after I finished my first year in college.

We had our first baby boy in Oct. 19, 1977. He was a handsome child, and very happy, quick to imitate adults, and other scary manuvers like climbing up the front of a high chair with the tray still extended.

It was one of those moments where I thought if I speak to him, he may be distracted and fall. So I kept quiet, and he made it all the way into the chair. Not a stunt I would ever allow, provided I was near enough to grab him.

Then I had a family, so returning to school was part of what I surrendured in order to start my own family. I was unbelievably happy! Strangers would stop us saying we had a beautiful baby girl. I couldn't burst their bubble, so I said "we think so too." I later learned that in generations past, people would dress male infants up to look like a girl, a common practice.

Guess what! I actually remember when my grandmother and aunt put what little hair I had into a curl on top of my head and held it with a small ribbon bow tied around that curl..., not to mention the dress! I got a good look at my reflection in a glass china door. I was very upset, and they were laughing and having a good time! I must have been about 3 years of age. I think it was the dress that I despised. Fifty years ago, and I still remember it..., only now I laugh.

I've been living alone since about 1998. But, I've been trying to make some new friends over the internet.

Looking forward to your next story.
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