Just curious if anyone has had any paranormal type experiences and would be willing to share their story?
Has anyone had any paranormal experiences?
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amigo de christo
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yes sadly i have . every time i turned on TBN or sat in a lot of churches . VERY ALIEN to the w ords of CHRIST is what i saw .
And it aint ET at work in such places . Its another who plays as though HE BE GOD and yet is NOT GOD .
And it aint ET at work in such places . Its another who plays as though HE BE GOD and yet is NOT GOD .
I lived in a haunted mobile home when I was a kid. A family member passed away in the house back in the late 80's. Living there as a child and as a teenager was an interesting experience.
At night I would hear the cupboards opening and closing, dishes and silverware moving about, etc. I never truly felt alone in the house even if I was. My parents denied it until we moved out and the told me they also had these experiences. I wasn't too happy that they lied to me initially because it made me feel like it was me.
However, I was the only one in the house that ever saw an apparition. I was sleeping in my parents bed when I woke up and saw what looked like the ghost of my deceased great grandmother standing at the foot of the bed. She was glowing white and had a deadpan facial expression that was quite scary for someone that laughed and smiled so much in life.
Well when we moved out and into a new home, all paranormal activity stopped. It certainly makes me wonder jusy what was happening in that place even now.
At night I would hear the cupboards opening and closing, dishes and silverware moving about, etc. I never truly felt alone in the house even if I was. My parents denied it until we moved out and the told me they also had these experiences. I wasn't too happy that they lied to me initially because it made me feel like it was me.
However, I was the only one in the house that ever saw an apparition. I was sleeping in my parents bed when I woke up and saw what looked like the ghost of my deceased great grandmother standing at the foot of the bed. She was glowing white and had a deadpan facial expression that was quite scary for someone that laughed and smiled so much in life.
Well when we moved out and into a new home, all paranormal activity stopped. It certainly makes me wonder jusy what was happening in that place even now.
I'm not sure this counts as paranormal, but when I was a kid, I was momentarily left in the car alone while it was running. I had a very strange sense of urgency come over to me like I knew something was going to happen before it did. It was like a real-life Spidey sense. Then the car started rolling backward into the street. It freaked me out. Luckily, there were no cars coming, and it gently hit a chain-link fence and came to a stop.
There was another time when I was in the fifth grade, and I had a sudden inexplainable urge to jump on this other kid's back. This was strange because it's out of character for me. Well, I acted on the impulse, and when I did, the kid had about three sharp pencils in his back pocket facing up. Again, I was lucky; it only left red whelps. So, these were my experiences when I was a kid, one positive and one negative. I believe the first was a guardian angel trying to warn me, and the second was an evil spirit trying to harm me. I think it happened when I was a kid because kids are naturally more sensitive to the spirit world.
My wife has had paranormal experiences. She had an out-of-body experience once when she was younger. It wasn't a near-death experience; she just inexplicitly left her body for a moment. She said she could see herself from the third person, and then she went back into her body. Another time, she was lying in bed and felt something violently throw her against the wall. She thinks it was because she had an altercation with another girl who was into the occult.
There was another time when I was in the fifth grade, and I had a sudden inexplainable urge to jump on this other kid's back. This was strange because it's out of character for me. Well, I acted on the impulse, and when I did, the kid had about three sharp pencils in his back pocket facing up. Again, I was lucky; it only left red whelps. So, these were my experiences when I was a kid, one positive and one negative. I believe the first was a guardian angel trying to warn me, and the second was an evil spirit trying to harm me. I think it happened when I was a kid because kids are naturally more sensitive to the spirit world.
My wife has had paranormal experiences. She had an out-of-body experience once when she was younger. It wasn't a near-death experience; she just inexplicitly left her body for a moment. She said she could see herself from the third person, and then she went back into her body. Another time, she was lying in bed and felt something violently throw her against the wall. She thinks it was because she had an altercation with another girl who was into the occult.
There was my high school friend who had a Tarot deck. He was using it, and one night at his house we had a number of "senses of evil present", saw red eyes looking in through a window, stuff like that.
The next day I watched as he tried to burn the deck, and no matter what he did, it would not burn. Finally, it did burn, emitting a dense green smoke, that curled over and vanished into the ground.
That was pretty freaky!
Much love!
The next day I watched as he tried to burn the deck, and no matter what he did, it would not burn. Finally, it did burn, emitting a dense green smoke, that curled over and vanished into the ground.
That was pretty freaky!
Much love!
There was a time I was at a friend's house, and I saw an apparition floating in front of me, saying, come help me. It looked like a fellow I'd met in New Mexico, who was trying to aquire the O-Bar-O ranch, an old gangster gambling hangout, to found a commune.
I called him the next day. He said that yes, at midnight, he was meditating on his mountain about to lose the ranch, and seeking help to save it. I told him it was actually only 11 pm when I saw him. He reminded me of the one hour time difference.
Much love!
I called him the next day. He said that yes, at midnight, he was meditating on his mountain about to lose the ranch, and seeking help to save it. I told him it was actually only 11 pm when I saw him. He reminded me of the one hour time difference.
Much love!
My experience with the Ouija board was similar. Played it with my dad when I was a teen and felt a presence in the room after when I was trying to go to sleep. The room got pitch black dark. The air was thick, almost suffocating.
I got the sense that whatever was in there with me, hated me with a passion. So I mustered my courage and got out of that room and never bothered with the Ouija board again.
I got the sense that whatever was in there with me, hated me with a passion. So I mustered my courage and got out of that room and never bothered with the Ouija board again.
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2Co 12:3-4 And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) (4) How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.
2Co 12:7-8 And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. (8) For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.
I like these accounts.
a LOOOOOOOOONG time ago in my early 20's I worked with a Christian & wanted to know more so I visited him & his wife one evening at their home.
'Something' DID NOT want me there, a VERY COLD FREAKISH presence, I left fairly quickly and was not bothered by 'it' again while I continued to live my life away from Christ.
That changed Jan 2017 :)
(1) At age 11, I realized that I should be baptized to please my parents and obey the Gospel. I had to attend a few preparatory catechetical classes and I was the only child among about 11 adult male candidates. The classes appalled me because the lecturer used poorly explained jargon like justification, propitiation, and sanctification which produceded excruciation in the mind of this young boy who couldn't grasp the meaning of these big words. Quoting Colossians 2:11 , the lecturer informed us that we needed to be "circumcised in spirit." That might have been helpful if I knew what physical circumcision was and if he explained this jargon.
I would be the last of the 12 to be baptized by immersion in a large tank behind the platform before a crowd of about 1,400 people. I was petrified because I learned I was expected to share a personal testimony in front of that huge crowd and because, blush, the bottom of my baptismal robe seemed to float up, exposing my nakedness! All the men gave a formulaic personal testimony that I can recite even today. Then I nervously waded out to the pastor and he asked me, "Donny, would you like to share a word for the Lord Jesus?" I shook my head in the negative. So the pastor continued, "OK, let me ask you some faith questions." I felt publicly humiliated as the only one not to share a testimony and at that point I just wanted to get this ordeal over with to please my parents.
But after the pastor dunked me, something amazing happened as I emerged from the water. I suddenly had a vision of Jesus, smiling at me, radiating love and conveying the feeling that He found my predicament rather amusing. I sensed His empathy for my confusion over all the poorly explained catechetical jargon and my groundless fear about my nakedness being exposed by the floating bottom of my robe. And years later when I became a theology professor, I reflected that Jesus must have found it amusing that a motormouth like me would be utterly tongue-tied at my youthful baptism. My first and only vision in my life transformed an unpleasant baptismal ordeal into one of the most sacred and treasured memories of my life!
I would be the last of the 12 to be baptized by immersion in a large tank behind the platform before a crowd of about 1,400 people. I was petrified because I learned I was expected to share a personal testimony in front of that huge crowd and because, blush, the bottom of my baptismal robe seemed to float up, exposing my nakedness! All the men gave a formulaic personal testimony that I can recite even today. Then I nervously waded out to the pastor and he asked me, "Donny, would you like to share a word for the Lord Jesus?" I shook my head in the negative. So the pastor continued, "OK, let me ask you some faith questions." I felt publicly humiliated as the only one not to share a testimony and at that point I just wanted to get this ordeal over with to please my parents.
But after the pastor dunked me, something amazing happened as I emerged from the water. I suddenly had a vision of Jesus, smiling at me, radiating love and conveying the feeling that He found my predicament rather amusing. I sensed His empathy for my confusion over all the poorly explained catechetical jargon and my groundless fear about my nakedness being exposed by the floating bottom of my robe. And years later when I became a theology professor, I reflected that Jesus must have found it amusing that a motormouth like me would be utterly tongue-tied at my youthful baptism. My first and only vision in my life transformed an unpleasant baptismal ordeal into one of the most sacred and treasured memories of my life!
(2) This next encounter with "the word of knowledge" is probably my 2nd most treasured spiritual highlight in my life. I had applied to Harvard's doctoral program in New Testament, Judaism, and Greco-Roman backgrounds, but my a fellow seminarian told me I'd be rejected just like he was. So where would I study next after my graduation from Princeton's MDiv program in the next few months?
As I was worrying about this, George ( a godly fellow seminarian) knocked on my door one Tuesday night to say, "Don, I've been praying for you, and the Lord has shown me that you're going to be accepted by Harvard." George was not even a friend, but he must have picked up my dream from table gossip in the seminary dining hall. In any case, his warm assurance melted my fears and was transferred to me! What a blessing he was! The next night was absolutely surreal!
Another seminarian, Ann, came to my dorm room and falsely accused me of calling her to tell her that she was too emotionally unstable to be in seminary! The guy's voice must have sounded like mine. Ann had just broken up with John, a frequent dining companion of mine, and Ann probably assumed that John gossiped to me about his reasons for breaking up with her. In fact, John never said a word about this. How does one defend himself when he is blindsided by a false accusation like this? I was actually quite fond of Ann for being a great comfort when my boyhood spiritual mentor, Nick, was killed in a car accident.
In the midst of her harangue, there was a knock on the door, and I was summoned to answer a pay phone call down the hall. It was John Strugnell of Harvard, the professor who controlled the Dead Sea Scroll translation project at that time. He congratulated me on my acceptance at Harvard with scholarship assistance. Imagine how emotionally torn I was by joyful gratitude for George's "word of knowledge" and anguish over Ann's false accusation. When I returned to my room, Ann asked me, "Who was that?" perhaps thinking that John had called to tip me off about her accusation. She looked very puzzled when I shared my joy at just having being admitted to Harvard's doctoral program. Then she asked me, "Are you all right? oYou're right palm is streaming blood onto your pants on the floor!" I felt no pain, but I nearly freaked out when I saw all that blood! This is the first and only time I have experience the stigmata. Ann seemed to take the combination of this bleeding and the timing of my great news as a sign of my innocence, and so, she hastily left. I'm so grateful that God orchestrated these coincidences to vindicate me, encourage me, and let me know that His guiding hand was on my life. My only regret is that I can't recall tracking George down to let him know how grateful I was for his effective prayer support.
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As I was worrying about this, George ( a godly fellow seminarian) knocked on my door one Tuesday night to say, "Don, I've been praying for you, and the Lord has shown me that you're going to be accepted by Harvard." George was not even a friend, but he must have picked up my dream from table gossip in the seminary dining hall. In any case, his warm assurance melted my fears and was transferred to me! What a blessing he was! The next night was absolutely surreal!
Another seminarian, Ann, came to my dorm room and falsely accused me of calling her to tell her that she was too emotionally unstable to be in seminary! The guy's voice must have sounded like mine. Ann had just broken up with John, a frequent dining companion of mine, and Ann probably assumed that John gossiped to me about his reasons for breaking up with her. In fact, John never said a word about this. How does one defend himself when he is blindsided by a false accusation like this? I was actually quite fond of Ann for being a great comfort when my boyhood spiritual mentor, Nick, was killed in a car accident.
In the midst of her harangue, there was a knock on the door, and I was summoned to answer a pay phone call down the hall. It was John Strugnell of Harvard, the professor who controlled the Dead Sea Scroll translation project at that time. He congratulated me on my acceptance at Harvard with scholarship assistance. Imagine how emotionally torn I was by joyful gratitude for George's "word of knowledge" and anguish over Ann's false accusation. When I returned to my room, Ann asked me, "Who was that?" perhaps thinking that John had called to tip me off about her accusation. She looked very puzzled when I shared my joy at just having being admitted to Harvard's doctoral program. Then she asked me, "Are you all right? oYou're right palm is streaming blood onto your pants on the floor!" I felt no pain, but I nearly freaked out when I saw all that blood! This is the first and only time I have experience the stigmata. Ann seemed to take the combination of this bleeding and the timing of my great news as a sign of my innocence, and so, she hastily left. I'm so grateful that God orchestrated these coincidences to vindicate me, encourage me, and let me know that His guiding hand was on my life. My only regret is that I can't recall tracking George down to let him know how grateful I was for his effective prayer support.
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