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Share your mystical experiences

Epic Beard Man

Bearded Philosopher
I'm very curious what are some of the personal mystical experiences members here have had, that either lead to your religious convictions, or has substantiated your spiritual/religious beliefs (or even lead to your place in religious faith).
 

Windwalker

Veteran Member
Premium Member
Satchitananda. Godhead. The Absolute. Love. Light. Life. Living Waters. Source. The Infinite Eternal. Wellspring of Life. All That Is. God. Self.

Then religion. Not the same.
 

Vinayaka

devotee
Premium Member
Many people simply don't wish to share their personal mystical stories, for many reasons.
 

74x12

Well-Known Member
I'm very curious what are some of the personal mystical experiences members here have had, that either lead to your religious convictions, or has substantiated your spiritual/religious beliefs (or even lead to your place in religious faith).
Was baptized in the holy Spirit when I was 11 yrs old like the Bible says. I spoke in another language. I felt love of God for the first time for everyone I saw. My life has never been the same and since then I have not been alone. I wasn't perfect. I was backslider but I can say my life has not been the same.
 

Unveiled Artist

Veteran Member
I'm very curious what are some of the personal mystical experiences members here have had, that either lead to your religious convictions, or has substantiated your spiritual/religious beliefs (or even lead to your place in religious faith).

I have a lot of them. Its more a lifestyle of experiences back to back rather than isolated. The one I mentioned here years ago (and they probably sick of me retelling it :p) was when my grandmother passed away. It took a year to get over it. A couple of weeks after the funeral, I was walking away from home. I came to a four way interesection with no traffic lights. I walked accross the streeth many many times. This time I almost got hit by a car when someone pushed my right shoulder back and I almost fell backwards. I told my grandmother thank you right after without thinking.

The car kept going and I called my friend and told her. I was going over maybe it was this-maybe it was that. She said not to question it. I went back home and never forgot it sense.

Most experiences however small are personal; but, many have to do with cars and traffic as if there is a premonition or something.
 

Cooky

Veteran Member
I'm very curious what are some of the personal mystical experiences members here have had, that either lead to your religious convictions, or has substantiated your spiritual/religious beliefs (or even lead to your place in religious faith).

I would say deep reflections and prayer have been my most mystical experiences. From my understanding, deep, deep prayer is the gateway to the mystical life.

Some day, hopefully I will get the chance to experience the mystical life. Maybe I'll retreat to the woods for a time on a camping trip. Where it's just God, me and his creations in nature.
 
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My whole life and my eternal existence has been one long profound spiritual experience, I will just speak on my first memory. I remember standing with God prior to birth a prexistence memory, God was formless as a Spirit but distinguished , God was all loving and in God's presence I felt peace joy and love, God and I stood some distance away from the earth looking towards it, perhaps on the moon, then God showed me the life I was going to live by flashing images in my mind's eye, my life was to be hard, as it has been but the mission was important God was compassionate for the suffering I was to endure , but gave me the choice to come, and the choice was mine alone. Anyway here I am :)
 

Miracle

Christian
SALVATION EXPERIENCE
I was born into a Christian household. Despite my parents being Pastors, prayer warriors, and deliverance ministers; I was not born again, not a Christian. Because of this, I was not allowed to do anything in the church; collect the offering, teach people the word of God, etc.. At home, I always argued with my parents, sometimes getting ready to fight them, if need be. I dreaded family devotion, where I would sit for hours (3-4hrs) as my parents taught us the will of God. However, it never stopped me from doing bad things or thinking that God didn’t exist.

Until one day my mom, siblings and I were talking about all the things we used to and still did (at that time) behind her back. I confessed the books I used to read— the romantic ones that always talked about sex. The mangas, also about sex and Yaoi (gay manga). Pornography and movies that had sex scenes as well. I told her how I used to swear, wear short skirts and low cut shirts to get guys attention. About rap, gothic and/or emo music I used to listen to; how I tried to kill myself; when I dreamed of having sex with guys and when I wanted to become a prostitute (committing abortions if I ever got pregnant). I told her about my longing to do all kinds of drugs, alcohol and about wanting to smoke; about sex-texting with multiple guys online, masturbation, etc. I told her everything.

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What amazed me was that she never shouted at me, though she was saddened by what she heard, she never threatened to abuse me or kick me out of the house. I remember telling her about the times I would engage in conversations with voices in my head till I felt like I would run mad, eyes that seemed to follow me anywhere I went, and when I would promise myself not to die so I wouldn't go to Hell. But later forget because I no longer cared if I lived or died. Despite it all, she told me that if I were to die in that state, I would go to Hell, that there would be no more mercy. Then she asked me if I wanted to give my life to Jesus Christ and I thought, "Sure, why not? If I don't like it then I can always go back to the way I was before." It didn't seem a problem to me that I was going to Hell or I didn't allow it to be a problem.


My mother told me to kneel down and began to lead me into prayer with the words, "In Jesus name we pray. Amen." She introduced me to Jesus Christ and from there told me to acknowledge that I had sinned against God. At first I thought it wasn't anything serious, you know, that nothing would happen that I wouldn't feel different. But as I began to confess my sins to Jesus Christ, the thought that he did exist, the slight chance that maybe he was alive took hold on my mind and my disinterested confessions turned into passtionate cries of forgiveness.


As I prayed, I knew without a doubt that I was a sinner and that I had sinned against God; that the life I lived displeased him. I recalled everything I told my mother and the others I didnt remember or confessed out of fear. Kneeling there, I knew I wouldn't make it to Heaven if I were to die and it both frightened and saddened me.

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After confessing, I began to ask Jesus Christ to forgive me; to come into my life, to cleanse, and change me. As we continued to pray, I began to feel a heavy weight on my back, it was so heavy that my head was pressed firmly to the ground and my legs buckled under me. Then, with eyes closed, I began to see myself surrounded by flames, my hands were chained and it felt as though my feet were chained as well. It was then I knew that I was locked in a cage.

Although I could not feel the flames, I did feel heat, a presence, above my head. Though I tried to raise my head, I could not look up for the weight on my back kept my face towards the ground. Immediately, as I felt this heat, I knew it was Jesus Christ. I don't know how, but I knew that Jesus was there and with that knowledge, I screamed "Jesus! Help me! Please, save me!" I confessed that I was a sinner and that only he could save me from my sins. With that, fire – liquid fire – washed all over my body, from my head to my feet; It covered my arms and legs and the heavy burden on my back vanished.

Once the prayer was concluded again with a final, "In Jesus name we pray. Amen." I got up and as soon as I did it felt like I was walking on clouds. As though I was about to walk through the floor and I felt so clean and fresh. The room appeared brighter than usual, as if I’d been in a dim room for several days.

Since then [December, 19, 2012], I have felt heat (sometimes restting on my heart) any time I pray and anytime my life is pleasing God. Not everyone has had this kind of experience, some have seen themselves before the presence of God, with Heavenly entourages and an image of themselves covered in leprosy (my mother). While others have had hatred for the devil and a desire for revenge (my sister). Others have seen the devil and some have not seen anything but felt peace and joy. Yet, what makes their salvation experience true is that they live according to the word of God. They do not live in sin; one of the Hallmarks of Christianity.

That is not the end of my testimony but that’s the beginning. That experience as well as several others is what keeps me standing coupled with the grace and blood of Jesus Christ. Thank you for reading.
 

Epic Beard Man

Bearded Philosopher
Was baptized in the holy Spirit when I was 11 yrs old like the Bible says. I spoke in another language. I felt love of God for the first time for everyone I saw. My life has never been the same and since then I have not been alone. I wasn't perfect. I was backslider but I can say my life has not been the same.

Did the event of speaking in another language occur during the event of being baptized or after?
 

Epic Beard Man

Bearded Philosopher
I have a lot of them. Its more a lifestyle of experiences back to back rather than isolated. The one I mentioned here years ago (and they probably sick of me retelling it :p) was when my grandmother passed away. It took a year to get over it. A couple of weeks after the funeral, I was walking away from home. I came to a four way interesection with no traffic lights. I walked accross the streeth many many times. This time I almost got hit by a car when someone pushed my right shoulder back and I almost fell backwards. I told my grandmother thank you right after without thinking.

The car kept going and I called my friend and told her. I was going over maybe it was this-maybe it was that. She said not to question it. I went back home and never forgot it sense.

Most experiences however small are personal; but, many have to do with cars and traffic as if there is a premonition or something.

Were you really close to your grandmother?
 

Hockeycowboy

Witness for Jehovah
Premium Member
How about this? (Although it’s not *my* experience):

“I was a spirit medium, a sorcerer, a male witch. I employed divination. I looked for omens. I bound others with spells. I practiced black magic and voodoo. Most of the spiritistic practices condemned in the Bible at Deuteronomy 18:10-12, I engaged in.

The apostle Paul’s traveling companion Luke wrote: “A certain servant girl with a spirit, a demon of divination, met us. She used to furnish her masters with much gain by practicing the art of prediction.” (Acts 16:16) As was the case with that girl, a demon also provided me knowledge of things that could not be known by ordinary means.

For example, before my grandmother died, I knew that her death was imminent. And when a relative would become pregnant, I knew about it before others did. These were not simply hunches that proved true; my knowledge about such things was almost always correct. When I would wish for a fellow student, teacher, or relative to become sick, invariably they would.

Once I became upset with my grandmother and wanted her to be hurt. I called to the demons, asking specifically that she should cut herself—that afternoon she cut herself with a knife.

Practicing voodoo, I used articles of clothing and made an image of my brother. I wanted to keep him from bothering me. Afterward, whenever he came within ten feet (3 m) of me, he got shooting pains in his chest and had difficulty breathing. So he learned to keep away from me.

Later, an acquaintance scoffed at my ability to summon the demons. I knew he dealt in drugs. So I told him he would be arrested and then be released. The demons did just what I requested. Within two months the man was arrested. Afterward the charges were dropped, and he was released. The man never questioned my abilities again.

Becoming Involved in Occultism

My family was steeped in the religious ritual and paganism of the Ozark Mountains in the United States, where people were users of love potions, and the like. I was born after my parents moved to San Francisco. They really didn’t want children; it interfered with their freewheeling life-style. So I was neglected, shown no affection, battered emotionally. I became a loner, a hater of people.

At an early age I was drawn to the occult. I would watch all the movies and TV programs featuring it. And by the time I was about six, I was a regular user of the Ouija board. I was open to and, in fact, eager for communication with the spirit realm. I knew that demons existed and I felt very comfortable talking with them. And they favored me with special powers and knowledge.

I began reading all the books on occultism that I could get my hands on, obtaining them from public libraries and, in particular, bookstores. One store, operated by a spirit medium, catered especially to those who practiced witchcraft, or black magic. From reading old books on occultism, I learned the names of demons who were contacted in past ages by people who practiced spiritism.

Then, in my communications with the demons, I began using these names when I spoke with them. And it seemed that whenever I dealt with a particular demon, that one’s personality and the way he worked differed from that of another demon I would call upon. I thus came to know scores of demons by name.

From my reading about occultism, I knew that the demons were angels who had lost God’s favor and were not the spirits, or souls, of people who had died. I had sympathy for these angels, and I particularly felt sorry for Satan. I became a worshiper of Satan, yet, contradictory as it was, I would at the same time pray to God. And when my prayers would be answered, I believed God had answered them. Satan had me thoroughly deceived.—2 Corinthians 11:14.

Although providing me special powers, the demons did not help me to be a good person. On the contrary, they twisted my thinking to hate rather than love. In time, I became a fornicator, thief, drunkard, drug abuser, and homosexual.

In January 1974 my grandmother died. This distressed me very much, since she was the only person I had loved. When I was a child she read to me from the Bible and spoke about the resurrection. Now I wanted to learn more about the resurrection. From childhood on I had wanted to live forever, and the demons had promised that I would. But it wasn’t clear how this would be accomplished.

An Important Encounter

Shortly after my grandmother’s funeral, I happened to mention to a girl named Gwen, whom I worked with, that the end of the world was coming but that no one believed it. Gwen said she believed it and expressed surprise that I knew. I had learned about this from the demons, but Gwen showed me these things from the Bible.

Gwen would always speak of Jehovah and said that he was the One who was going to bring an end to this system. I told her I hated the sound of that name, Jehovah, and asked her not to use it. She was hurt and said that if she could not use the name of the one she loved most, she’d rather not talk to me, because Jehovah is God’s name.

I was taken aback. So that night I went home, and taking the King James Version, the Bible of my deceased grandmother, I began paging through it, searching for the name Jehovah. I knew that if I found it in this Bible, Gwen was right, that Jehovah was God’s name. But I felt sure it would not be there. I was shocked when I came to Exodus 6:3, which reads: “I appeared unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, by the name of God Almighty, but by my name JEHOVAH was I not known to them.”

I realized in an instant that Jehovah was indeed God and that compared to him Satan was not powerful at all! Seeing the name I hated there in the Bible, as well as hearing about the hope of the resurrection, made me start studying with the Witnesses.

Breaking Free of Demon Control

Shortly afterward Gwen took me to a meeting of Jehovah’s Witnesses. The talk was about the wild beast mentioned in the Bible book of Revelation, the one with the number 666. I had learned quite a bit of twisted information about this from the demons, and now it really surprised me that these things were written in the Bible. I was interested, so the following week I began a regular Bible study with the Witnesses.

The demons, of course, didn’t want me to study. But I knew that what I was learning was the truth, and I was not going to give it up even though the demons tried to stop me. They would hit me while I was in bed. Once a blow to the head was so severe that it took hours for the pain to subside. I prayed to Jehovah for help, and after that he kept them out of my room.

However, the demons didn’t give up. From outside my bedroom, they would rattle the windows. They kept it up all night, so that I could only get a couple of hours of sleep. They were trying to wear me down. But I kept praying to Jehovah and going to all the meetings of the Witnesses, and Jehovah helped me.

True, the demons have great powers. They can even kill people, as they did Job’s ten children. (Job 1:18, 19) And I’m sure they wanted to kill me, since I had been their servant to whom they had granted special powers but who had abandoned them to serve their enemy, Jehovah God. So Jehovah’s ability to protect me is proof that we need not fear the demons.

In the summer of 1974 I attended the district convention of Jehovah’s Witnesses at the Oakland-Alameda County Stadium. There I decided that at the next such convention I would be baptized. So, in the same stadium, on July 18, 1975, I was baptized, and I married a fellow Witness that October.

Even after Mari and I were married, the demons harassed us, terrifying my wife on occasion. Mari was part of the congregation where I had begun attending meetings. She knew all about my background before our marriage. She even said she suspected that I was a male witch when I first began coming to the Kingdom Hall. I was really weird. I dressed completely in black and wouldn’t speak to anyone, just come to the meetings and sit there.

At one time we thought that we might not be freed from harassment by the demons until they and Satan were abyssed. (Revelation 20:1-3) Because of our drawing close to Jehovah in prayer and taking advantage of every spiritual provision that he makes through his organization, it has been years since the demons have harassed us as they did at first.

We are blessed to have three lovely daughters, and for the past four years, Mari has been serving in the ministry as a regular pioneer. We truly look forward to the time when Satan and his demons will be gone forever! In the meantime, even though no longer experiencing direct harassment from the demons, we never forget that we have a battle against them, even as the apostle Paul wrote: “We have a wrestling, not against blood and flesh, but . . . against the world rulers of this darkness, against the wicked spirit forces in the heavenly places.” (Ephesians 6:12)“ —As told by Ralph Anderson.

The Demons Controlled Me — Watchtower ONLINE LIBRARY
 

David T

Well-Known Member
Premium Member
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Jumi

Well-Known Member
Immersion into the flowing river with no sense of time.
Entry into the golden light, clear black/blue sky.
Being part of the "void".
Knowledge that this is the same as symbolically described in several mystical descriptions, "God".

If you can put it into clear descriptive language, it probably isn't a mystical experience, but something different
that's usually called "religious" or "spiritual" experience.
 

Jumi

Well-Known Member
So if you read the list in that thread, basically had multiple mystical experiences all my life to confirm for me, I'm the person sent from Heaven before the Tribulation.
In my view, mystical experiences tend to break more expectations than create new ones. Your description tends to follow an even story, that's become part of your identity. The experiences tend to break those and make us be more in the present than in the past or looking toward some future that may never come.
 
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