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GuyNblueJeans writes:
> Why are you trying so hard to nit-pick at everything I say? Wouldn’t you have
> been smarter to have asked something like, “Why would Jesus appear like that
> to you?” Or, “Have you had any other encounters with Jesus since then?”
> Or, “Why did you call Him the man from the river?” Or… well, you get the point.
You know, you’ve been giving us the history of your beliefs and your visions just piece by piece. It would help if you could give us the complete story of your supernatural visions (and auditory experiences) all at once, as well as telling us how this has shaped your religious beliefs. As it is, whenever someone asks you how you know something is true, you reply with another event from your visons and beliefs. This makes it very hard to have a coherent discussion of your question, since we don’t know how it fits into your worldview and experiences. Please, in one post, tell us about all your supernatural experiences (including things like dates, places, and the age you were when they happened) and how this has shaped your religious beliefs. Please also tell us about your religious background and how this fits into your experiences and beliefs.
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I began this whole post by simply asking what others might have heard about this fellow Solana, and making it clear that I was inquiring about him and the subject in general with an open mind and really nothing more. But then things kinda turned this way and that way when people started calling me a Bible thumper and getting sarcastic as we went along … basically attacking me and not the subject.
Personally, I’m only interested in the truth of things. And yet to some degree it strikes me that many people are more interested in taking shots at Christians for the purpose of situating themselves into some type of cozy rapport with like-minded people, leaving the pursuit of truth as a secondary thing.
While I certainly appreciate your suggestion that I basically layout my life story in order to bring things into focus with respect to where I’m coming from, the problem is that it would require me to write what would basically be a 900-page book in order to do it justice. I’m game for doing that, save for the fact that I’m not exactly a speed demon in the typing skills department, hence I could never cover that much ground.
Someone noted that my comments in how I framed a Bible passage remark suggested that I’m poorly informed in the scriptures, and therefore am not qualified to say much on the topic. But I never tried to make myself seem anything more than what I am – just a simple schmuck trying to understand this profoundly strange thing called life. But I guess it goes back to your point that things might be easier if I layout the particulars of some of my mystical experiences and explain how I filter the Bible (of what little I think I understand of it) and what’s going on in the world in general. But again, THAT’S a big mountain to climb! (And I’m not so sure I could endure that much ridicule that would certainly dog me if I were to try.)
Okay, just for fun, I’ll layout in their sequencial order some of the things that I’ve experienced and/or have been witness to during my journey in this world. Of course, I can only give very brief discriptions and so there’ll not be much improvement in terms of anyone getting a clearer understanding of where I’m coming from. I would guess that by my doing this it will at least suggest that some people’s lives maybe a little more marked by mystical experiences than others, so maybe in that way something will be accomplished, I don’t know.
First I want to make three points: 1) To me it is as Socrates said: Truth is like a barn door; while you can’t help but hit some of it, you can’t hit all of it either. 2) I actually have MANY questions/doubts about certain things said in the Bible. (I would have in time gotten around to them had I not been quite so much put on the defense.) 3) There are people that are aware of me and what I’m about, so I have to be a little careful.
Okay, the flamers I going to murder me but here goes …
born 1954 in owosso, mi
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before my birth I was with Jesus and one or two other males that watched me float up and away from a river bank.
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i was in and out of my body going to and from oblivion, and those memories are hazy.
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i woke up in my body siting in a ladies lap as a fellow drove. we licked tongues at her initiative, and then at mine. she told me, “you’re going to be famous.” a rat was in the car and the guy nonchalantly picked it up by the tail and tossed it out the window. we kept driving and then she said i was (now) going to live with my “real” family.
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i met my family: one sister and three older brothers. dad worked at a car factory and mom was mostly in a nuthouse for bad nerves, i think.
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on two or three occassions i woke up in my dad’s truck and as we pulled into the driveway he’d say, “mom is home.” i’d run to her as she stood outside the house, we’d hug.
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a lady my dad met came to live with us. she unknowingly unleashed a sexual spirit in the house that wasted no time going after me. when i first experienced it, it caressed my private area and i said in my heart to God, “i’m going to sin.” it was so unbelieveably beautiful and at the same time i knew it was totally evil. when i said those words in my heart a presense came into the room encompassing the whole ceiling area, and that thing, which i couldn’t see, backed off and left (for a while). it was not a real noticiable presense at all, and i took it to be God. right after i stated my thoughts, it was communicated to me these words: “if you do what you are thinking about, it will be the same as destroying yourself.”
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i sat on a couch in the small house alone and said, “i’m ready.”
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i woke up in the car and saw Jesus in the clouds (and you know the rest).
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i was sitting on the floor of the house (not knowing my mom was home in the other room) and this thing that sorta looked like a child’s etcha-skitch line came straight out of near the top of a wall and flickered. with each movement, flicker, it telepathecally said this (and even point towards where my mom was): “go tell your mother that you hate her and that you want to stab her and kill her.” it then went back into the wall and was gone. i stood up and called my mom and said what i was told to say. at first i started out like i meant what i was saying but caught myself half way through and finished. she slapped me hard across the face, cutting me with a fingernail, i screamed and did a little jig and then ran outside (knowing that i blew it). as i was heading out the door i heard a very faint woman’s voice say that it was alright, i screamed back that it wasn’t.
10 i started going to bed with my shoes on because i was depressed and my sister said i had to take them off. after a day or so i felt better and reflected on what had happened and said in my heart/mind “one day i’m going to tell on them because of what they did to me.”
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i was dropped off by some people and was standing inside the house while others were putting up things on the walls for halloween or someone’s birthday, and i thought “i was away for awhile but don’t remember what things were about. but it was bad and it had something to do with witches.”
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my brother gale and i were out at this tiny, delapadated house and he said that the lady ruby had died. we walked around in it and i asked myself, “is this her? is she the one?” i quickly concluded that she wasn’t and we went on to do something else.
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i out of the blue suddenly had a very strong interest in women’s feet. i wanted very much to see, touch … the neighbor ladies feet, mrs. timm. it left after i’d guess a couple of weeks as quickly as it came.
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since my fall from grace, i was finding it impossible to keep myself from making it a point to place my head under the butt of my dad’s lady friend. she’s sit on the couch’s arm talking to someone and i’d act like i was sleepy and go and lay my face as close to her ass as i could without getting slapped around for it.
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we moved to a basement house. it was circa 1960, i think. i was around 6. my dad’s lady friend and her girls were now living with us, in a house that only consisted of a basement and garage.
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a black panther escaped from a carnival in or near ovid, mi. a guy on the radio would interupt the show and say something like, "they haven’t found the black panther yet. experts ssay it screams like a woman during the day and cries like a baby at nite (or maybe it was visa versa). i was intrigued.
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someone took me and my brother to chuch, a rare thing, and the preacher was saying “if you ask God to do something and it’s in His will, He’ll do it. but you have to have faith, you have to believe.” i was so small then that i couldn’t see him over the phew even though he was right there.
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after supper one evening i ran across the lawn towards a plowed field and shouted, “God, let me see the black panther!” i stopped and looked in front of me but didn’t see it. i looked to my right where the sun was going down, and did see it. i began turning my head towards my left while thinking that i don[t have enough belief when I saw a large black cat looking straight at me with its eyes glowing and its body at an angle where i could see its length. i became somewhat concerned and ran up into a wooden platform that my older brothers made in a tree. i soon came down and we to some steps to the house while thinking “what just happened doesn’t happen to most people. if God loves a person so much then why does He just drop them off in some strange world.” my brother gale came out and i told him that i saw the black panther. he just said 'really" and walked on. i didn’t tell him how i came to see it.
I’ll BRAVELY let this crud account of things be posted and then continue on going through some of the events of my life in the next post. i am afraid that if i don’t post it now a timer might expire. so go ahead and have your laughs, but every word i’m laying out is the truth.
