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I woke up sometime in the night to a violent shaking. I laid in the bed unable to move but clearly recall thinking and trying to figure out if it was me shaking or the bed shaking. It was me shaking. My entire body was shaking. Then I realized the bedroom light was on. The room was very bright. I fought the shaking for what seemed like forever but I could not control it. In fact, the more I fought it the more violently I would shake. I remember thinking my bones would break or my skin was going to fall apart if it didn't stop. Somewhere inside it came to me that I was going to die. I don't know why or how but I just seemed seemed to know I was going to die. I became exhausted from fighting the shaking. I knew my son was laying in bed next to me but I never heard sound from him, he slept through it all. And I felt an overwhelming sorrow that he would wake up to find me dead and he would be alone. But the situation seemed useless, I had to accept it and just let it go. So I stopped fighting and asked God to take care of my son for me. As soon as I stopped fighting the shaking, it stopped. Not slowly but all at once it just stopped. Through all this my eyes were wide open. As the shaking stopped I clearly saw at the end of my bed Jesus smiling and looking down on me. He was surrounded by a beautiful white light that was so bright it glowed even in the brightly lit bedroom. He never spoke to me that night, just smiled at me and I felt and incredible peace come over me. More peace than I had ever felt before. I was suddenly warm and comfortable and relaxed. I closed my eyes and was asleep again soon. When I woke up the bedroom light as off and the vision I had, had of Jesus was no longer at the end of my bed. My son never mentioned anything about the night so I never brought it up to him. And the toilet never by itself again after that night. Now I don't what that experience was about. It has stayed clear in my mind all these 25 years as if it happened yesterday. But although I never understood what had happened to me, I do know that I was actually going to die and that had Jesus not intervened, I would not be here today to write this, and I would not have had all these years with my children.
My next experience was so incredible that I have never even told it to my own Mother. I have kept it to myself for fear of being thought insane. I was unemployed at the time. A single parent and at loose ends. My life was busy for sure, but not very fulfilling personally. It lacked something important...direction! I was living each day but I didn't feel like I had direction and no goal to reach. My belief is that we all have a path to walk in this life. For each person that path is different. We have free will and can freely make choices but only one path is to our ultimate destiny, the purpose we were put here for. The one thing we would be finally fulfilled by. But I didn't think I was on any path at this time. I seemed to be existing rather than advancing toward anything, and I got rather depressed. I was driving home late one night with my son asleep in the back seat of the car. The road was fairly deserted at this time. And I started crying. While I cried, I prayed the same question over and over again, "where am I going?" (questioning my destiny). I was so depressing and so distraught. Then I clearly heard a voice in my ear...a voice that sounded like someone right next to me in the car. The voice said, " Why do you need to know where you are going as long as you know I am leading you?" First hearing the voice took me by surprise to say the least and grabbed my attention immediately. My whining stopped right then. And then the words sunk in. It was a light coming on in my mind. I was showing no faith. I just needed to trust and follow His lead and everything would turn out fine. Over the years in times of "the blues" I've had to remind myself of that voice and what He said. But I have never forgotten the lesson I learned. I have several other experiences but I think I will end this for now and continue another time. |
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Story Title: My Experiences (continued)
Submitted by: Barb Gordan
Submitted: July, 2004. |
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When I was 25 years old (1982), I was living in a rural area with my then 5 year old son and my new husband. Two important things happened during this period. One of which had been on going on regardless of where I live or who is in my life at the time. The other I will tell you about after I get through the first one. I had just married my new husband, who by the way was a very unpleasant man but that's another story all together *lol*. I began having a reoccurring dream. It would be dark and I would see this women kneeling in front of a wall on the outside of a building, her back turned towards me, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her face was in her hands and she was crying so pathetically I would have had to be hard hearted not to emotionally reach out to her. I wanted to help her somehow. I would call out ot her but she would never respond. In fact, she never seemed to notice I was there. For whatever reason in my dream I never ventured too close to her, but I never questioned why I didn't do that. Normally it would be my nature to approach nd perhaps try to soothe the person with a touch or a hug. But I didn't do that in the dream. I kept my distance and would call out to her. My heart just ached for this women crying so pitifully. Night after night I would have this same dream, always the same. I never did see her face. She never acknowledged my presence. She just cried.
I told my husband about this dream. For all his negative points, I must admit he was respectful of my gifts and did not try to minimize my experiences in any way. He saw that the dream bothered me and tried to be supportive. At about the same time, as these dreams began I also started noticing an entity in our home. Nothing threatening, actually it was a very playful entity. Oh, certainly it would make me jump from time to time when I would be startled. But after the initial jump I would laugh because it was obviously a prank. For example, I was sitting on the couch watching television one afternoon and the bright sun was glaring on the television making it to see. So I closed the shades on the window behind me which were two large windows side by side with the old fashioned roll up blinds made of vinyl. I must have sat there for over an hour or more after pulling the blinds watching this movie that I was very into when both >>> |
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