guibox,
You are a true Adventist my friend....
I have read that rhetoric to a "T" and often it saddens me to a great degree to see people condemn the experience of God as "Satanic".
Did you really ? What was yours like ?
I have had several epiphanies and 3 that I can think of right now were in the presence of witnesses.
The one that I like to tell people about the most goes as follows.....
I was camping in the mountains with my fiancee, my brother, and my best friend.
Our primary objective when we go into nature is to talk about God, talk about life, and share our problems with each other and grow together as best we can.
This particular night I had an argument with my best friend over the fact that "Fear" has a tendancy to cloud this mans vision and keep him from taking risks.
I will not go into too much detail but one of the central "Fears" this person has is that of quiting smoking for good and the fact that he allows certain people to walk all over him without ever fighting back or taking a chance to stick up for himself.
We discussed the fact that Christ feels ALL the sin commited by all people for all time and to continue in a lifestyle that promotes cancer and cowardess should finally be stopped. We prayed together and in the end my friend decides to "leave" because he felt uncormfortable and needed to buy more cigarettes.
At this time I felt the Holy Spirit take over my body and in a sense could "see" and "feel" what this persons sins were doing to Christ literally. Everyone in our campground felt a change in the air and began to get very uncomfortable. I pleaded to my best friend to stop or the cancer he would get from his destructive habits would not only effect his life and his families, but Christs as well.
I broke down in tears and still my friend said he had to go and we were to leave immediately even though everyone else in the group wished to stay.
At this point I felt betrayl like no other. I had exposed my heart to my best friend and he still refused to even stay for a littel longer to pray for each other and plan our lives for God.
It was now dark and I felt the most intense rush of energy I have ever experienced and ran down the mountain full speed ahead with no light and no way to possibly see where I was going.
Something had taken control of me and I knew I had to leave.
I ran with my eyes closed and could "see" outside myself as I treaded down the trail that was not there.
I finally came down to where a "real" trail was and all of a sudden as I looked up I saw the shining Glory of Jesus Christ looking back to me.
As I looked at the detail of His face I could see that there were tears streaming down His face and knew at once that "this" was the infamous Gethsamene spoken of in the Bible.
I realized that the pain I felt by my best friend letting me down again and not even caring about the fact that I loved him and wanted him to live was the
same pain that Christ felt when His disciples betrayed Him in his darkest hour in the Garden.
I fell to the ground like a limp rag and cried like i never have and probably never will again. Tears streamed down my face as I could "feel" what the ignorance and apathy of man and Jesus closest frieds did to the Son of God in His heart. The pain was overwhelming and at the same time beyond all words.
I stayed on my knees for a time ( I am not sure how long ) and prayed to God to forgive me of my own apathy and to wake up the world to the massive rapings of the Divine Child through religious wars, hate, racism, and all other forms of evil.
There was a time when I forgot my own name, body, sex, class, creed and simply dissoleved into the Holy presence of Christ. There was no difference between myself and His love. We were one together and closer that the tightest bond.
It has always been this way.
I just forgot that as I grew up and became an "adult".
I picked myself up once again and the He was gone. I kept walking and could literaly "see in the dark" exactly where I needed to go through Faith alone.
I still felt SO SAD and SO DEPRESSED that this was REALITY for Christ as we continue to destroy each other and ourselves.
THEN THE MAGIC MOMENT CAME....
I had walked for another ten minutes and stopped to take a deep breath to let it all "Sink in".....
As I looked to the Heavens I raised my arms up trying to touch the sky and feel the forgiveness that the Holy Spirit brings to all people that have the Truth of Love in their hearts....
As I looked up to the sky a White Light beamed down and hit me square in the middle of my eyes. It was like a swirling vortex of pure energy and Light infusing my Spirit with Love and acceptance no matter what my past mistakes were. As I basked in the Light I could see "forms" coming "up and down" the beam of Light.
They were ANGELS!!!!!! :angel:
No words could possibly convey what I felt at that moment.
These Beings were SO powerful and SO GOOD!
I knew they were always there protecting us from ourselves and the power of Satan and the ego.
They went up and down the "ladder" of Light and Sang to the Most High God. They had no sex, in that I mean no gender and worshipped the Divine Presence beyond all descriptions that man has tried to convey in too simplistic a term like
"Father"????
I did "feel' like the Light was a "comforting presence" like a father but it was beyond this crude description.
At any rate this went on for a moment and the sounds of the Angels singing lifted my Spirits up to the Heavens. ( I am not sure if I literally left my body or was in it - to steal a quote from Paul ) :P
It was a "hum" and "vibration" that hits you right square in the heart and center of the mind. Like when you see that first love in High School or you find out a child survived cancer.... That kind of sound..... That kind of Love....
I wont bore you much more but this is how in ended
My best friedn and everyone that went on this trip felt the presence of the Holy Spirit that night.
They could not figure out how I had made it to the car before them with no light and without rushing. You have to remember that I was "floored" for quite a while as the emotions took over my heart.
The one bit of empirical evidence I have for this besides the eye witnesses that "felt Christ" around us was as follows...
I lift weights...
I am an avid bodybuilder and blew a disk in my back two weeks earlier.
I had been going to a chiropracter and doctor and they both felt surgery may be the future for me.....
This is documented. Not that it matters..... :roll:
But at any rate my back was healed after this....
COMPLETELY!
I have my own mother to vouche for this.... She still does not even know of "How" this happened. My back was HEALED!!!!!
There is no scientific way this could have happend...
So thats my story believe it or not.....