A spiritual event in my life. I hope you will share in return. I lay in bed one night in the mid 70s. My pulse was pounding in my ear. Then it became metallic, as of a hammer striking a nail. I rolled onto my back and concentrated on the noises around me that night. There was my radio not far away, playing rock-n-roll. In the apartment above me the couple were having a loud argument. Both of those noises suddenly were silenced, and into both of my ears came a deep, musical voice that plainly said, "Eleven years and sixty-one days". The argument from the apartment above and the music from my radio then returned. The following night, as I slept, I found myself in a dream. I sat on the roof of a rook shaped building while Mexican men in sombreros hurled rocks up at me. The rocks failed to reach me. Then an odd looking man (a blonde European type) pounded on my door; and demanded that I run an errand. As I coursed my way through a pine forest, I came upon a small clearing that was home to a cave. The cave had a slanted rock-slab for a roof, and ran diagonally and deeply into the earth. The musical voice from the previous night then came to me again, saying, "And there you will be in the safest place in all the world". On the following night, I once again lay sleepless in bed, when the voice came to me the third time saying, "Danny, come here". (I went by that name when I was younger). I've never, before or since, heard such a voice: deep, musical, and powerful.
I think it still looms somewhere in my future. One thing I failed to mention about the dream on the second night was the sense that America had lost all prominence; was in fact under new management.
Yeah - but my mind would probably have been elsewhere, and I would have missed the message altogether.
sometihng similar happened when i was about 4.there was a voice coming fomr the corner of my mums room when i was sleeping and it woke me up! all i can remember is it saying 'hannah wake up,dont be afraid' but being 4 and quite a nervous kid i ran downstairs screaming! as i grew up i tihnk it may have been god,i often wonder what it is he wanted to tell me
When I was like 5 I woke up after a bad dream and ran to my parents room. As I was running, there was this freaky old lady chasing me with a lawnmower down the hall! Seriously. That's one of my first childhood freak-out moments, and I remember it clear as day. I never once thought it was god. Not to sound like a snot, 'cause I know most of you here are great people, but that's my experience.
i once had another experience with a man walking through my wardrobe,i knwo that wasnt god becasue it was th dude next dorr who ahd jsut died
Thanks for the input, Freakersoup. I've had similar moments. I think our propensity for spiritual events hones itself in many ways, taking many shapes. It includes dreams, visions, epiphanies, and just plain freaky moments.
These things, Arlia, happen more frequently among the young. When I was very young, I often went two weeks without sleep. As I was unable to communicate this effectively to my parents, I simply lay awke each night staring into the darkness. Images coalesced and flew toward me, like the intro to the original 'Twilight Zone'. But every night I saw in the bedroom doorway the dark shape of a man. He only stood and looked in; (and I only saw him from the corner of my eye) he never moved. When I turned my head to look in that direction, he disappeared.
Whoa! That's a long time to stay awake! There was some disc jockey who stayed awake about that long in the 50's or something (under medical supervision, of course). He started to act like a zombie. As he was walking around awake, his brain was showing REM sleep patterns. He started hallucinating weird things, like huge spiders crawling all over his feet (grody!). Basically, his dreaming was mixing in with his everyday life. And when he was finished, he slept a full 24 hours, and didn't quite go back to normal. He lost his wife and job, 'cause it messed up his personality. I forget his name. Perhaps someone else knows of this?
yeah, i remember reading in psych class about all sorts of case studies regarding people who went without sleep for certain amounts of time and had very strange reactions, from hallucinations to full blown psychosis. daniel, i don't want to rag on you, but i find it hard to believe that you went 2 weeks without sleep as a young child - the world record for sleep deprivation is, i belive, about 11 days, and studies show that lab rats die when deprived of sleep for over 14 days. hey freaker so, i'm just curious... what do you make of the experience now? a hallucination? do you think you were still in a dream state as you were running to your parents' room, or do you think it was some real kind of evil mower ghost? peace, sophia
I think I was pulling one of those waking REM states. I was jarred from a dream and the mental state hadn't left when I was running. And to make it even more likely, I actually saw this go on from outside my body. I didn't look back and lee a crazed old lady with a lawnmower. I looked from the top of the stairs and saw this crazed old lady with a lawnmowe, and me running away. That's why I'm really skeptical of all the divine happenings and visits that take place during or on the verge of sleep. 'Cause the hypnogogic state (between awake and asleep) does some weird stuff, too. I heard that's how Salvador Dali got ideas for his paintings.
there's still so little known about the whole field and study of sleep, it's fascinating to read about all the disorders and disturbances and what happens for what reason. the concept of lucid dreaming is totally fantastic. very often, just as i'm slipping into sleep, i'll experience auditory hallucinations which then progress into a full-on dream as i fall asleep. if i wake up before i actually fall asleep i'm always amazed at how well my dreaming mind recalls people's exact voices from memory. i'll be able to conjure up what at least seems to be my mother's exact voice and manner from memory where during my waking time it's quite difficult. we're capable of so much when we've entered the universe of sleep. if these hallucinations are really "visitations" from god, or ghosts, or who-knows-what, i wonder why god always seems to come when we're on the verge of sleep? why not during our noon lunch break or any other time when we're awake and alert? just the fact that you could see lawnmower lady and clearly pass it off as a dream and another person could see something else and call it a visitation seems rather suspect.
I hallucinated all the time as a kid. Of course, the Codene(?) in my medicine helped a lot, I think. Daydreamimg in school was a peril - I was totally out of it. But, yes, it was 2 weeks: i could count to 14. (still can). Also, as a side note, I had an uncle - Honey Lankfort was his name - who could not sleep for years. He spent his living on Doctors, and tried any remedy, no matter how strange. Ultimately, he was driven to suicide by way of a shotgun. Still, despite all the medical and psycological detours, mankind has a propensity toward the 'spiritual' state: things unseen and hard to explain. When an individual, over the period of a long life, gathers enough experience, he or she can usually discern the difference between the many states of mind that have become familiar companions. The brain, I think, handles traffic that is less the 'single lane' of the sceptic, and is more the 'eight lane highway' of the believer.
when i was bout 10 i had a dream that me and my dad were sitting on the porch looking at the stars and they were in a funky shaped and I asked my dad why and he said because its the end of the world and then stars turned into these bright pretty purpleish colors and formed Jesus's face and he started to speak but i couldnt not understand what he was saying and then i woke up graspig for air/
While the concious mind is under the anesthetic of sleep, the "inner man" is still deeply moved by the 'strength' of the spiritual experience. I have had many wild and wacky dreams - some are remembered, some forgotten. But there is such a caliber of dream that delivers such a blow to the system, it can never be forgotten. These we know are not of the normal waking self.
