OBE and Spiritual Experiences

My first Out of Body experience was when I was in upper elementary school. I went to Hilton Head with my mom. We dropped my little sister off in Georgia (USA), so she could spend time with her best friend that had moved away. Mom bought me a canvas raft, red on one side blue on the other with a rope around the edges. Mom was laying on the beach watching me ride the waves in. Of course, the wave she did not watch me on was the wave that took me under. A wave knocked me off the raft. The power of the wave or rip tide was holding me down. I was thinking of people surfing and how the rope was tied to their ankles so they could find “up” and be found. I reached up and grabbed the rope as I was forced to the sea floor. I could not get up, I tried. As I sat there, I found myself breathing. I was thinking you can’t breathe under water. Then I could see myself sitting Indian style on the ocean floor breathing telling myself I am fine. Looking down upon myself, I still wondered how I could breathe underwater- it was really cool. I was very calm and it was quiet. I could see that I was OK. Then all of a sudden it was really noisy the waves were rumbling and something told me to get up, so I did. I ran to mom to tell her what had just happened. She said I need to let my dad know when we got home. We stopped back to pick up my sister and I got home and told my Dad about my experience and he said try to do it again “Right Dad I’ll do that”! LOL. I could not. Apparently, it was a way that I dealt with fear.

Uncle Kendal: It was towards the end of one of my college years and finals were coming, as well as Christmas break. My Aunt & Uncle, from IN, usually came down between Thanksgiving & Christmas and stayed in my room a couple weeks while they visited. This particular year my Uncle died. I could not go to his funeral because of finals. I loved him and really wanted to go but could not. One evening, a day or two after I got home from Christmas break, Kendall’s presence was very strong. It kind of scared me. Then I thought, I can’t change clothes in my room, Kendall will see me. So, I changed in my closet or in the bathroom. He stayed for about 3 days. I asked my mom if she felt him. (She has had visits from the deceased on several occasions); She said no. I told her he was really strong in my room. She even went in my room but never did not sense him there. The feeling transmitted between my uncle & I were of him telling me it was OK that I could not make it. That he understood I had to take my finals and thanked me for allowing them to stay in my room all those years when they came to visit. He lingered for several days then was gone. He must have liked my room. I could open my bedroom window and hear the creek babble at times. It was very calming.

Most of my experiences are based out of my “dream state”

I had a recurring dream for years, even before I was married. I would see a little boy. We would be around the water, on a dock. Then there were two more kids, very close in age, a little girl and a little boy. The older boy would then start fading away (around the age of 10) There would only be those other two kids left. Then there would faintly be an even younger child. He would come & go, fade in and out and always in the distant. Something was wrong with him. I told my husband, when we conceived Derek, that he would be a little boy. We were in Lamaze classes and all I could see was a dead child. Sure enough, we had a little stillborn son. Hence the 10-yr. old boy who fades out of my dreams. I told my husband that our next child would be a girl and the next one would be a boy. He didn’t believe me until I proved myself right. I never told him about the 4th child for I knew if something was wrong with that child my husband would not be able to deal with it and I wanted my children to grow up with a father. After Derek died, 13 months later we had a daughter and 17 months later a son. Hence the two children close in age. When it came time to decide if one more was going to be. I elected no, for I did not want a broken family. We had lost one child and I did not want to lose a husband. Hence the distant boy that faded in and out?

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My husband & I were in bed one morning and the phone rang. Before we answered the phone, I told him that someone had died. I saw my grandfather. We had two sick grandparents his & mine. It was my grandfather. I told him to prepare himself because his grandmother was going to die this week. Later that day his mom drove to Tenn. to be with her, for she had turned for the worse. She passed a few days later.

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Derek: My son was stillborn after 35 weeks. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck 4 times. Back then ultrasounds were not routinely conducted. I gave a sad heartbreaking birth to our first child, a son, Derek. I constantly worried about him. Who was going to hold him? Who was going to love him? Who was going to take care of him? Who was going to push him on the swings? All of that was racing through my mind all the time. I knew I had set up deceased friend, Donna, to watch over him and knew she would, if that was possible of how things might work. But still grieved and wanted to be with him so badly.

Later, after we had moved from our Duplex into a home and had 2 children. I did not know if Derek would be able to find me if he needed me. Another worry that added to my grief and want for my first child. For I really was having trouble with the loss of him. Early one morning between 1:30-2:30am, my husband and I were sleeping and I woke suddenly. I was a stomach sleeper and I turned on my right side and looked left toward the foot of the bed and there was a little boy. Tinkering with his fingers. His head was down. Shy? Not sure what to do or say? My bed was positioned close to the window and I slept on the left side of the bed. If you sat on the edge of my side of the bed, you would face a window. To the left of that window was an upright dressed, there was a lady in the corner between the window and the dresser at the foot of my bed. It scared me. I thought it was Derek & Donna, but I was not sure. I turned back to my stomach to try to wake my husband to see if he could see them. Nothing would come out of my mouth. So, I swung my left arm out to the left side of my bed to see if it was cold and it was a little. (I was hearing/thinking that the dead brings colder atmosphere). I was not sure if this was really happening. Was that my son? Was he really there to tell me he was ok? I looked for them after reaching out to see If I could communicate, but they were gone. I was please to think that maybe that was Derek and he had found me.

I am not sure how much time passed, we were in that house 5-6 yrs. Derek’s first visit was a couple years after we moved there. The second visit, Derek and I traveled to Heaven. I had been constantly thinking about him. I was having odd repetitive dreams. Back in the time of Jesus? At least that was what I thought. There was a gathering of people between buildings? Partial walls? I was there with my son and a group of other people, and Derek was running around. We were listening to someone speak, a meeting of sorts? We were all fairly poor. We were dressed like you see in the movies the era of Jesus and his disciples. Not really worrying as a mother, but constantly trying to keep an eye on my child among all of these people. I felt as if food and things were shared commodities. I was concerned about my son running around and no all were good souls. I had this dream over and over. Nothing ever really happened. I was just there at this meeting/gathering place.

Then one-night out of the blue, Derek came to me. We flew. I really did not see much. A flash of darkness and lights below me, but only for a short period; It seemed like in no time we were in heaven. It was all a very bright white. There were souls/people everywhere. We were floating past everyone. They were on both sides of us, all around us. Some higher than others, like theater seating. Some were more transparent than others. I saw my grandparents from both sides, relatives that had passed, people I did not know. One set of grandparents were more transparent then the other set. (The more transparent set did pass away first). When we stopped, we were outside of Heavens gates. There were souls/people everywhere. (upon thinking about this I only saw waist high never legs) My assumption was that is where they hung around, stayed?

Derek squatted down and all of a sudden and my beloved dog, Nipper, appeared. She was MY first dog. A beagle that was the best dog ever! When she passed, I sent her to find Derek and keep him company and play with him. Well I guess it worked, for she was there. Derek told me she visits and plays with him but does not stay there. She has another place where she and other pets go, she is not Allowed to stay. He thanked me for sending her to him.

We had been outside a hugh wall of sorts, with a wide opening “Gates”. He stood and led me through these gates/opening. Beyond the opening, I want to say there was like a narrow hallway going left and right, but I’m vague on this. Ahead was an inside area, not sure how to explain. Large room? There was a larger than life figure, Jesus. There were souls/people filling this massive room/area. Many people/souls were on what we would call his lap. He was sitting with all these people all around him. I was Comforted and felt at peace. Derek said that “this is where I come when I need to be comforted.” Jesus turned his head to the right and looked at me and told me all was ok. I take care of my children and you need to go now. (not positive of “Exact” words told to me but this was the jest of it). My son then led me out and "boom" I was back home.

It was about time for me to get up for the day. I woke wondering did that really happen? I was more at peace than I ever had been. I felt what I had witnessed was true and really happened. I was in awe. I knew my son and Jesus were with me at all times. Jesus did not look like what we have him pictured. I saw a photo drawn by a little girl that very much resembled who I was. This photo highly resembles who I saw. But he was massive in size. The recurring dream I had stopped. Since my visit to heaven, I have absolutely no fear of dying and a different outlook of death. I have not had any other visits from Derek since then either.



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John & Donna: I worked with John. His wife was dying of Cancer at the same time my son had been stillborn. Before his wife passed, I asked him to ask her if she would watch over my son. She told him yes, she would. My son was born and Donna passed a day or two later. John was so upset and heart broken when I saw him at her funeral. We had talked about how would his wife come to see him; I told him he had to be very open and truly believe. Weeks later Donna came to me while I was asleep, we went to see John. We went in through the front door stayed a little while then she took me back home.

That next day (John's first day back in the office). John knelt by my desk and I told him I had a dream last night that I needed to share with him. I asked him, “have you ever described or shown me photos of your house or any room in your house?” He told me no. I told him I had the most vivid dream and wanted to know if it really happened or not. I told him Donna & I visited him last night. I described the entrance to his home as having one step up to the front stoop. There were overgrown tall skinny pine trees on either side of the front door/stoop. Dark red brick. As you walk in the front door there is a small landing and then you step down into the family room. The fireplace was going. John was sitting on a large ottoman to the left side of the fireplace and a love seat was in front of him. The couch was behind him. He was sitting on the oversized ottoman between the couches. He was very sad and playing at his guitar. We were up in the air, looking down at an angle towards him. She loved him so much. I could feel it. She wanted him to know she was fine. She was in no more pain and she was okay. He started to cry and told me he could not stay there and could not talk to me anymore. Before he left, I asked him is she was buried in her wedding dress? He said yes. I asked him if what I described to him was correct? He told me yes, that everything I had described was correct. He had to go and left. I was ecstatic! I was jumping up and down. I could not believe that I flew to Columbus (where he lived); It was so cool. Sometime later he asked me why he could not feel Donna. I told him he had to be open to it and had to truly believe, “She used me to talk to you”.

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Daryl: Daryl was my brother-in-law. He passed suddenly. He has used me a couple of times to relay to his kids that he is watching over them. He passed in 2008. He showed me what he saw; his Son went running with the bulls while he was in the Navy. Daryl was there looking down at him. I saw my nephew move to the side up against the wall to get away from a bull and Daryl just laughing. Enjoying the adventure his son was having. I of course relayed that to his son. Yes, he almost got run over and had to move over to the side. And yes, his Dad would laugh at him for doing this. Not too long after that I was being shown his daughter in a dark restaurant with friends. I knew she was in Chicago. I called her and asked her if she was having dinner? She told me yes. I told her, that her dad was there with her. She thanked me for letting her know.

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Niece: My niece was giving birth to her first born. I was told she was exhausted and having a hard time getting energy to deliver. After work, I drove from where I was to another city and got lost, was in the wrong place, missed an exit or turn - I was getting frustrated; I needed to get to the hospital. My energy was focused on helping her get through this labor. I was not really lost so much as I just could not get there. Making wrong turns – then figuring out where I was, how I got here and how to correct. Then I was lost again and had to figure out what I did, where I was and how to get to my destination. What was happening was, while I was driving, I was pushing energy to her. I was helping to give her strength so she could have that baby. A few days after delivery I asked her if she felt a big burst of energy to help her deliver her daughter and she told me yes. I told her it was me that sent her that energy. Hence, why I was constantly having to redirect my way to my destination.

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Do I live in a haunted house? There would be times I would walk by my basement door and hear pool balls cracking. There is no pool table in our house. My son would sometimes hear that same thing. Once I did hear kids running across the bridge (exposed hallway from the main floor). There was one evening my husband was home and I had taken the kids to an adjoining state, he called me and said he and the dogs were taking a nap on the couch. The dogs woke and they all looked up at the bridge because he heard kids running across from our daughter’s room to our bed room. I asked him if he went upstairs, he said no. He was really surprised that the dogs heard what he did though and called me to tell me. He was a little shaken.

There were and still are times that we are lying in bed, watching TV and our dogs would start growling and the hair on their backs will stand on end as they are looking towards the window, at the foot of our bed, and there is nothing there. They sometimes avoid areas of the house and will growl.

Occasionally between the hrs. of 1 & 3am my husband or I will hear a loud bang, like something fell or was dropped. There was never anyone else awake nor any thing disturbed, I always looked. My skeptical husband, would come home from 2nd shift and hear bang or something fall. He would investigate and there was never anything out of place.

When my kids were in Jr High, a friend came over and the kids found my grandparents Ouija board. They asked me if I wanted to play. I told them no way. I believe way too much to play with that and cautioned them about bringing bad spirits in. The girls were in the bathroom one afternoon, playing with the board, all of a sudden, they come running & screaming out of there. I asked them what was wrong. They said they asked it a question and it told them to run. So, they did. Scared them pretty good. They stopped playing with it.

Sometimes, even now, the bathroom faucet will be on. And no-one has been in there. This also happened when they would play with the board. Possibly, a few not so good spirits were at the house, either in my dreams or imagination – more of a nightmare, there will be evil in my dreams. I would have to tell them to leave that they were not welcome here and told them to get out; and they did. But, I had to do this a several different times.

There was one day the kids & I were talking about their brother. I had just made Orange Juice from concentrate. My daughter asked a question about Derek and angles and the juice cap pop opened (Yellow Tupperware OJ container). I had Just set it down after shaking it - So, I closed the top, my son said 3 words and it popped open again. I told them the first time it popped open it was their brother, then when it happened the second time, not even 3 seconds later, I told them it absolutely must have been Derek. I did not think, that without any carbonation that the top should not have popped open that quickly or at all. I Called Dad later that day to make sure I was correct. There is no carbonation in OJ and it did not have time to build up with built up pressure and pop open even if it was carbonated. I guess Derek joined our conversation.

Hi Terri Lyn,

Welcome to the forum!

You've told so much that I can't even think about what to comment. Perhaps later. I hope you have more interesting stories for us.

Sorry to disappoint, but as of now those are all of my stories. I am ready for another one., but it is not under my control. Kind Of wish it was.

I think it is cool to astral travel together with someone else. That's one of my wishes but I haven't succeeded yet. Well, not in the way you described. I am not in control with that, it sometimes happens but not at will.

Maybe this thread is of interest to you.

http://reincarnationforum.com/threads/astral-projection-the-basics.5179/

Hi Terri,

Welcome to the board. Great stuff!

Cordially,
S&S

PS--Very cute pictures! Your father must be devilishly handsome as well as proud!

There is a lot to digest in this thread and I suspect that the part about meeting God and Jesus would be turn-offs for many members until they realize that those issues/understandings are probably still unanswered on our next level of existence. I'm reminded of something I read (again!) where a spirit was telling of the performances orchestrated in order to make the newly arrived personality comfortable. The deceased was an Arab that held Moses above all others; they had "Moses" on one cloud with his army and "God" on another cloud with his army and holding his sword in the air. "Moses" then struck "God's" sword with lightning causing him to drop it.

I personally find it interesting how things get mixed in a fashion that conceals what is actually true by having experiences like this. Perhaps it is just our need to have a visual presentation of something that is simply energy that is causing the confounding factors here.

Hi !

I love your stories too but when loosing a baby/a child like that it breaks my heart also because of own personal experience in this life. I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I am curious could I mistake seeing and/or feeling a ghost's presence for someone who is having an out of body experience? Do anyone on this forum know ?

/ Jaimie

I can astral travel. I'll never forget the time I astral travelled to Berlin's Invalidenfriedhof. I wrote about it all, and found validation to what I had remembered and written down. I even had the right U-Bahn train line and I "knew" exactly where to find a grave I went to visit too ( it is now unmarked and has been since the Russians desecrated all German War Graves in Invalidenfriedhof after WWII). I still remember the feel of the grass and also what I was wearing.

Personally, I absolutely dislike the word 'ghost'. Because really, we are not 'ghosts' we are Spirits. I have a few 'Spirit' Friends who get very frustrated and prickly when they hear the word 'ghost'. As for feeling a presence and mistaking it? What is it that you think deep in your gut? Do you feel as though you mistook it?

Eva x

KenJ said:

I personally find it interesting how things get mixed in a fashion that conceals what is actually true by having experiences like this. Perhaps it is just our need to have a visual presentation of something that is simply energy that is causing the confounding factors here.

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Sure Ken, I agree. Those concepts and energies beyond our reality are perceived by us through our own filters of knowledge and belief systems.
I've never believed in a human god in my life and guess what? Not so long ago I had a big impact dream in which I met God.
She was a multi-racial elderly woman, not a melodramatic virgin, not even an archetypical mommy but a kind of businesswoman who had Worlds to run. She was straight and to the point in asking me two core questions.
The above might sound funny but this dream was High Energy, I almost couldn't hold on to it. I don't remember exactly what She was wearing (although She and Her staff were all dressed in white, the female 'angels' were decently and formally dressed in female suits (yes, wearing impeccable white trousers and jackets). And in hindsight, when I try to remember the clothes of spirits/angels/guides in former experiences, they usually adapted their appearance in a way that I was comfortable with them.

I don't cling on their performances and that high impact (astral) dream didn't convert me to some kind of religion. In my case, this was high energy translated into an image I could cope with, others see figures from their culture/religion.

I remember I once saw a video made by a rabbi, who interviewed a young boy who had experienced an NDE (near death experience). This boy mentioned all the typical and recognizable elements from the Jewish doctrine. This rabbi couldn't hide his triumph while presenting this kid. Understandable and I really think it works this way but it's not the end stage. You'll meet what you expect to meet and if you don't expect anything, you'll meet something that will be acceptable for you.

The only 'mistake' you can make is assuming that your perceived reality is the 'ultimate truth'. This is our habit while being alive. Maybe the 'Ultimate Truth' is just the realization that Truth is the collection of all truths together. The paradox of there is no Truth and at the same time, we are all right in our own truths, making this collection the Ultimate Truth.

Hi! Welcome Wonderful to read your thread, thank you.

Jaimie said:

Hi !

I love your stories too but when loosing a baby/a child like that it breaks my heart also because of own personal experience in this life. I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I am curious could I mistake seeing and/or feeling a ghost's presence for someone who is having an out of body experience? Do anyone on this forum know ?

/ Jaimie

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Yes ,I think it is possible to confuse the two considering one has left a dead body and one other has left (and will return hopefully) to a body that is alive but then we have something else to consider as well. Our identity in this current life. Think our soul is consciousness. Our identity is only temporary and when we are in it our consciousness is limited, one time when I was fully aware of me having an OBE I was still just me (and I was panicking as I had not intended to have an OBE).

the other side is way much more complicated than I ever thought it would be, with levels and worlds within the worlds, am only speaking of my own experiences.

I have had a strange encounter with a ghost (when I use the word ghost these days I think of a spirit that is earth bound, person bound ) who I think might have been my past life husband ( from WW1) and my body was sort of in the air (out of body) while he was standing close by communicating to me and at the same time I felt other presences but they were further away and they knew they were not to interrupt, go any closer but I can't say who they were.

I have had OBE when I was a kid and would return to my body when I realized I was up on my own and I did not like that but when these experiences came I did not feel or see anyone else in the astral plane, it was just me and the real world minus all the daily activity that would normally be going on.

/Best Wishes Li La.

Hi Ken/Firefly,

I'm not sure that I agree with the idea (if that is the point being made) that the fact that people often seem to see what they are expecting to see means that there is NEVER any real connection between the being who is "seen" and the REAL identity of the deity/being seen.

Hypothetically, the fact that OompahLoompah, the ultimate God of the universe is merciful and reveals himself/herself to those who don't know Him/Her in a way that they can comprehend and otherwise treats them gently doesn't mean that the worshipers of OompahLoompah (who "see" and "know" OompahLoompah in their heavenly experience) are not experiencing "truth" in their encounter in a way that the others do not.

I.e., it cannot be proved and should not be assumed that Terri did not REALLY meet/see Jesus in her heavenly experience (rather than another being taking the form of Jesus) just because someone else (who didn't know and expect to see Jesus) may have seen "the Great Blatherscat" (or whatever their favorite deity is) in a similar encounter.

So, don't be surprised if I believe that Terri REALLY saw what she says she saw, and REALLY met who she says she met.

GO TERRI LYNN!!!

Cordially,
S&S

PS--As you know me, you know that I don't really give a flip whether a tale of "meeting God and Jesus would be turn-offs for many members". Terri saw what she saw--that is the data we have to deal with. The possibility that she was just seeing what she wanted to see has been voiced. However, the possibility that she actually and truly saw and experienced the being she says she saw and experienced should never be ignored.

PPS--The same point and principle applies even if the experiencer is receiving and interpreting energies and emanations of the being, which are then given tangible form by the mind of the experiencer. Even if their mind is providing an image and identity for the being based on their understanding and upbringing, that does not negative the fact that some may actually be "getting it right" while others are merely substituting in an image and identity in accordance with their world view.

PPPS--Of course, this can work both ways. But I already made that plain with my hypothetical in regard to OompahLoompah.

SeaAndSky said:

Hi Terri,

Welcome to the board. Great stuff!

Cordially,
S&S

PS--Very cute pictures! Your father must be devilishly handsome as well as proud!

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Thank you. He is pretty good looking if I do say so myself. LOL

Jaimie said:

Hi !

I love your stories too but when loosing a baby/a child like that it breaks my heart also because of own personal experience in this life. I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I am curious could I mistake seeing and/or feeling a ghost's presence for someone who is having an out of body experience? Do anyone on this forum know ?

/ Jaimie

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Thank you. Loosing Derek was really hard. After my travel with him I felt so much better. I am sorry for your loss as well. I can not answer your qu

SeaAndSky said:

Hi Ken/Firefly,

I'm not sure that I agree with the idea (if that is the point being made) that the fact that people often seem to see what they are expecting to see means that there is NEVER any real connection between the being who is "seen" and the REAL identity of the deity/being seen.

Hypothetically, the fact that OompahLoompah, the ultimate God of the universe is merciful and reveals himself/herself to those who don't know Him/Her in a way that they can comprehend and otherwise treats them gently doesn't mean that the worshipers of OompahLoompah (who "see" and "know" OompahLoompah in their heavenly experience) are not experiencing "truth" in their encounter in a way that the others do not.

I.e., it cannot be proved and should not be assumed that Terri did not REALLY meet/see Jesus in her heavenly experience (rather than another being taking the form of Jesus) just because someone else (who didn't know and expect to see Jesus) may have seen "the Great Blatherscat" (or whatever their favorite deity is) in a similar encounter.

So, don't be surprised if I believe that Terri REALLY saw what she says she saw, and REALLY met who she says she met.

GO TERRI LYNN!!!

Cordially,
S&S

PS--As you know me, you know that I don't really give a flip whether a tale of "meeting God and Jesus would be turn-offs for many members". Terri saw what she saw--that is the data we have to deal with. The possibility that she was just seeing what she wanted to see has been voiced. However, the possibility that she actually and truly saw and experienced the being she says she saw and experienced should never be ignored.

PPS--The same point and principle applies even if the experiencer is receiving and interpreting energies and emanations of the being, which are then given tangible form by the mind of the experiencer. Even if their mind is providing an image and identity for the being based on their understanding and upbringing, that does not negative the fact that some may actually be "getting it right" while others are merely substituting in an image and identity in accordance with their world view.

PPPS--Of course, this can work both ways. But I already made that plain with my hypothetical in regard to OompahLoompah.

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Why does what is said need to be analysed or interpreted? Why can't it just be what it is. I traveled I saw who I thought was the supreme being, Jesus. Why does it mater if anyone believes me or not. I know it happened. I did not make any of this up and would love to experience more. I don't know why it happened but I am glad it did. They were the most amazing experiences of my life. If I am believed great, if not that is ok to, because when it comes down to it I know it to be true and that is all that matters. To this day, my husband is a non believer. I still share with him experiences but he thinks I am nuts. LOL and that is fine with me. WE know I am not.

Spiritual experiences. I had a spiritual experience, or something like that, a week ago. In my out-of-body experience, I walked down a street. I started fighting with an assailant. He pulled out a knife and I ran to another street. Everything vanished and turned black. I heard such a calming and loving voice. I don't know who was talking to me, but it seemed like a person who saw me from some wonderful place. He said, "Sometimes you have to live with very opposing people. Do you know why? You learn to deal with a person who thinks differently. Differences are always necessary to complement each other." That voice was going to keep talking to me but I started to feel anxious because everything around me was dark. I woke up, still wanting to hear that beautiful voice again. I don't know if it was God, my imagination, a spiritual guide, or a spirit but that message is still in my mind.

The loss of my son was a very sad experience, too.

Thank you for posting your experiences. I felt very identified with some of the things you said.

fireflydancing said:

Sure Ken, I agree. Those concepts and energies beyond our reality are perceived by us through our own filters of knowledge and belief systems.
I've never believed in a human god in my life and guess what? Not so long ago I had a big impact dream in which I met God.
She was a multi-racial elderly woman, not a melodramatic virgin, not even an archetypical mommy but a kind of businesswoman who had Worlds to run. She was straight and to the point in asking me two core questions.
The above might sound funny but this dream was High Energy, I almost couldn't hold on to it. I don't remember exactly what She was wearing (although She and Her staff were all dressed in white, the female 'angels' were decently and formally dressed in female suits (yes, wearing impeccable white trousers and jackets). And in hindsight, when I try to remember the clothes of spirits/angels/guides in former experiences, they usually adapted their appearance in a way that I was comfortable with them.

I don't cling on their performances and that high impact (astral) dream didn't convert me to some kind of religion. In my case, this was high energy translated into an image I could cope with, others see figures from their culture/religion.

I remember I once saw a video made by a rabbi, who interviewed a young boy who had experienced an NDE (near death experience). This boy mentioned all the typical and recognizable elements from the Jewish doctrine. This rabbi couldn't hide his triumph while presenting this kid. Understandable and I really think it works this way but it's not the end stage. You'll meet what you expect to meet and if you don't expect anything, you'll meet something that will be acceptable for you.

The only 'mistake' you can make is assuming that your perceived reality is the 'ultimate truth'. This is our habit while being alive. Maybe the 'Ultimate Truth' is just the realization that Truth is the collection of all truths together. The paradox of there is no Truth and at the same time, we are all right in our own truths, making this collection the Ultimate Truth.

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It's fascinating how we all see God/whatever you want to call it in different ways.

During my only out of body experience, what I saw was a basically a giant ball of intense white hot energy that had what I can only describe as a very male energy. The ultimate dad basically.

Went in with absolutely zero expectations (didn't even know what was happening until afterwards), but that's what I saw. Like you said, we see what's expected or most comfortable.

It wasn't scary at all, but I felt super overwhelmed and just kind of laid there like a dead fish while he spoke to me. I had roughly 10k questions and didn't get to ask any of them.

Coming back to my body was an adventure and a half though lol.

Thyme said:

Spiritual experiences. I had a spiritual experience, or something like that, a week ago. In my out-of-body experience, I walked down a street. I started fighting with an assailant. He pulled out a knife and I ran to another street. Everything vanished and turned black. I heard such a calming and loving voice. I don't know who was talking to me, but it seemed like a person who saw me from some wonderful place. He said, "Sometimes you have to live with very opposing people. Do you know why? You learn to deal with a person who thinks differently. Differences are always necessary to complement each other." That voice was going to keep talking to me but I started to feel anxious because everything around me was dark. I woke up, still wanting to hear that beautiful voice again. I don't know if it was God, my imagination, a spiritual guide, or a spirit but that message is still in my mind.

The loss of my son was a very sad experience, too.

Thank you for posting your experiences. I felt very identified with some of the things you said.

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Thank you for sharing this with me.