There are stories of people who have had a spiritual experience that totally transformed their lives ?

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I am interested in people who had a genuine spiritual enlightenment experience. Please write in with your stories.

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This is a long story. I wasn’t brought up religious, never Christened and only learned about religion through school, prayed and sang hymns in assembly. For a short period, I think only for a few weeks I did go to Sunday school, my parents marriage was on the rocks and they started attending church. My mother’s a lapsed catholic and hated her catholic upbringing. She deliberately choose not to bring up me and my brother with any religion. We did however say grace at Sunday dinner. Yet, when she bought me a childhood version of the Bible I read it intensely. I would kneel beside my bed at night and pray and at one point had a crucifix over my bed which I asked my parents to put on the wall. It seems I was naturally inclined to religion but never got the chance to fulfil the inclination. I had problems in my childhood that was thought to be from a difficult birth and was labelled by some as backwards, poor co-ordination and general developmental delay. No one knew that I had a biological time bomb that would go off in my teens. We moved around different countries, Rhodesia and Canada. I was a normal teenager except strangely asexual, I looked normal but never developed a sex urge so to speak. Some of my friends said I was just a late developer but I nearly 50 now and it still hasn’t happened. At 18 I had a bit of a lump pocking out from half way down my back and then I fell head over heels down stairs. Well, no one knows what really happened except my body went crazy. I had massive sensory distortion, became photophobic, ice cold all the time, my personality changed, I had hot sweats, cold sweat, horrific leg cramsp, abdominal cramps, loss of memory, balance and co ordination problems, I became violent at times. I’ve always been a bit psychic, had premonitions and a bit of telepathy, but during this period the psychic ability whent crazy, I even had one experience of psycho kenesis and once saw my own aura. Anyway, how long that period lasted I don’t know to this day, probably a good few months. I never really recovered from it until years later. However, when I had recoverd from the worst of these undiagnosed symptoms my parents took me on holiday to europe. I discovered votive candles and started lighting them and praying as we visited different cathedrals in different countries. We came back to Wales finally and stayed with my grandmother before returning to Canada. While there we visited St David’s cathedral. St David is the patron saint of Wales and I am Welsh. Well, I was confussed and frightened by what I had experienced in the illness and after we came out of the cathedral I went back in alone to pray. I prayed for guidance. This prayer was different from any I had ever made. It seemd at the time my whole body was crying out to God. I think God heard because when I went back to my grandmothers house and upstairs to my bedroom I had a spritual experience. I was sitting alone in the room looking out of the window and expeienced what I call a transcendent experience. It came on fairly quickly, I saw the room 360 degrees all at the same time in intricate detail and experienced myself in the whole room, the room looked lighter as if there was sunlight, even in the darker corners. There was absolutely no sense of time, I felt perfectly at peace, serene and there was this incredibe love permeating the whole room. I was part of this love and part of the room but the love was not from me but something other than me that was also in the room. I believe it was God. I can’t say how long that experience lasted, probably only minutres, but afterwards I was speachless for a short while and shocked for months afterwards. I remember sitting on the plane back to Canada and looking at the perfect blue sky and down on the white cloud cover and thinking “God, I know God exists, God really exists.” Well, I thought and thought and tried to rationalize the experience for months but exhausted I gave up. The only thing I figured out was that I definatly wasn’t a Christian, didn’t believe Jesus was the son of God but absolutely certain he did exist. For years my life threw one problem after another and I kept on having funny symptoms, excessive sweating, sudden tierdness, occasional flushes and tremors. I went back and for to the Doctors with no result. On returning to Britain I trained as a nurse after a while. I thought I was healthy enough to do the work, but was wrong about that. While training the symptoms became increasingly sever, the psychic stuff returned flooding me with loads of premonitions, I had some very strange spiritual experiences and often knew God was present. I could shift my consciousness with little effort into a state where I would have premonitions, but it seemed that God was trying to persuade me not to do that. The illness caused quite a bit of pain and suffering and this was an escape from it. Despite the illness I qualified and worked as a nurse. Four years later I was diagnosed with a large fluid filled tumor half the size of my abdomen, crushing my organs. This had taken decades to grow. How I did my nurses training with this inside me and why I didn’t die long before is an unknown. I had a 6 hour operation to remove it and to rearrange my displaced and crushed organs. I have found out since that during that time I wrote a diary that was stolen and sold off to the media and has been used in many tv seris and films in both UK and USA. Scientists have looked into the illness and psychic ability and confirmed these things happened and frankly many, many people now know what they didn’t before, that certain things are possible. The connection between quantum physics and psychic ability talked about over the last 10 years is because of me and what has been discovered concerning what happened to me. It’s strange that although I can’t remember what I wrote exactly I do remember I felt an obligation to write and a great sense of an impending destiny and a commitment to the future.

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danny

i went into my fridge and the milk was expired

daniel

till i was 10 i never thought god was interesting …..whenever i was asked to pray my prayer would be [in the morning] bless this day
while eating [ bless my food ]
[before sleeping] give sweet dreams
god was very boring and non-important i was in 6th standard
it was maths exam …… in my whole life i never prepared so well
i went to school …..in my paper their are 2 sections in the first section i wrote slowly with a large smile but then before i even started my second section teacher was collecting the papers i was frightened i rushed and wrote some rubbish i went home crying
the next day i enquired my friends if i would be promoted or failed most of them told i am going to fail
i had to repeat the same year
that day i prayed with all my heart weeping and apologising to god
then when i god my results in all subjects i got 80+ but not in maths i thought i would fail but i passed with no grace marks but 64 marks
that were my worst marks but still i was happy god helped me
from that day i loved god so much and i decided to become a preacher
and i saw many miracles in my life from then
that had effected me greatly

purplepeace59

This is a long story. I wasn’t brought up religious, never Christened and only learned about religion through school, prayed and sang hymns in assembly. For a short period, I think only for a few weeks I did go to Sunday school, my parents marriage was on the rocks and they started attending church. My mother’s a lapsed catholic and hated her catholic upbringing. She deliberately choose not to bring up me and my brother with any religion. We did however say grace at Sunday dinner. Yet, when she bought me a childhood version of the Bible I read it intensely. I would kneel beside my bed at night and pray and at one point had a crucifix over my bed which I asked my parents to put on the wall. It seems I was naturally inclined to religion but never got the chance to fulfil the inclination. I had problems in my childhood that was thought to be from a difficult birth and was labelled by some as backwards, poor co-ordination and general developmental delay. No one knew that I had a biological time bomb that would go off in my teens. We moved around different countries, Rhodesia and Canada. I was a normal teenager except strangely asexual, I looked normal but never developed a sex urge so to speak. Some of my friends said I was just a late developer but I nearly 50 now and it still hasn’t happened. At 18 I had a bit of a lump pocking out from half way down my back and then I fell head over heels down stairs. Well, no one knows what really happened except my body went crazy. I had massive sensory distortion, became photophobic, ice cold all the time, my personality changed, I had hot sweats, cold sweat, horrific leg cramsp, abdominal cramps, loss of memory, balance and co ordination problems, I became violent at times. I’ve always been a bit psychic, had premonitions and a bit of telepathy, but during this period the psychic ability whent crazy, I even had one experience of psycho kenesis and once saw my own aura. Anyway, how long that period lasted I don’t know to this day, probably a good few months. I never really recovered from it until years later. However, when I had recoverd from the worst of these undiagnosed symptoms my parents took me on holiday to europe. I discovered votive candles and started lighting them and praying as we visited different cathedrals in different countries. We came back to Wales finally and stayed with my grandmother before returning to Canada. While there we visited St David’s cathedral. St David is the patron saint of Wales and I am Welsh. Well, I was confussed and frightened by what I had experienced in the illness and after we came out of the cathedral I went back in alone to pray. I prayed for guidance. This prayer was different from any I had ever made. It seemd at the time my whole body was crying out to God. I think God heard because when I went back to my grandmothers house and upstairs to my bedroom I had a spritual experience. I was sitting alone in the room looking out of the window and expeienced what I call a transcendent experience. It came on fairly quickly, I saw the room 360 degrees all at the same time in intricate detail and experienced myself in the whole room, the room looked lighter as if there was sunlight, even in the darker corners. There was absolutely no sense of time, I felt perfectly at peace, serene and there was this incredibe love permeating the whole room. I was part of this love and part of the room but the love was not from me but something other than me that was also in the room. I believe it was God. I can’t say how long that experience lasted, probably only minutres, but afterwards I was speachless for a short while and shocked for months afterwards. I remember sitting on the plane back to Canada and looking at the perfect blue sky and down on the white cloud cover and thinking “God, I know God exists, God really exists.” Well, I thought and thought and tried to rationalize the experience for months but exhausted I gave up. The only thing I figured out was that I definatly wasn’t a Christian, didn’t believe Jesus was the son of God but absolutely certain he did exist. For years my life threw one problem after another and I kept on having funny symptoms, excessive sweating, sudden tierdness, occasional flushes and tremors. I went back and for to the Doctors with no result. On returning to Britain I trained as a nurse after a while. I thought I was healthy enough to do the work, but was wrong about that. While training the symptoms became increasingly sever, the psychic stuff returned flooding me with loads of premonitions, I had some very strange spiritual experiences and often knew God was present. I could shift my consciousness with little effort into a state where I would have premonitions, but it seemed that God was trying to persuade me not to do that. The illness caused quite a bit of pain and suffering and this was an escape from it. Despite the illness I qualified and worked as a nurse. Four years later I was diagnosed with a large fluid filled tumor half the size of my abdomen, crushing my organs. This had taken decades to grow. How I did my nurses training with this inside me and why I didn’t die long before is an unknown. I had a 6 hour operation to remove it and to rearrange my displaced and crushed organs. I have found out since that during that time I wrote a diary that was stolen and sold off to the media and has been used in many tv seris and films in both UK and USA. Scientists have looked into the illness and psychic ability and confirmed these things happened and frankly many, many people now know what they didn’t before, that certain things are possible. The connection between quantum physics and psychic ability talked about over the last 10 years is because of me and what has been discovered concerning what happened to me. It’s strange that although I can’t remember what I wrote exactly I do remember I felt an obligation to write and a great sense of an impending destiny and a commitment to the future.

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