I really wish I knew.

I believe it can happen. ^-^

My experience gets half of what the description sais. Yes, I got a truth somehow, but it wasn't through an "intimate union of the soul with God through contemplation or ecstasy"

Here's the story. My (Great) Aunt had been sick for quite a while. I was 14 years old when this happened btw. Anywho, I was in a pretty deep sleep, and suddenly, I was jolted awake. Now, the next part everyone always writes of as me being groggy and worried, but I looked up and I saw my aunt standing, looking at my calendar. She was sort of shimmery blue, and slightly translucent. She looked at me with a loving smile and I fell right back to sleep. The next morning I looked at the calendar and noted that last night it had been a tuesday. On friday my mom and dad didn't wake me up to go to school. When I went downstairs to see what was up with that, they where calmly sitting at the table eating breakfast. They proceded to tell me that we where going out of town. I told them this:

"Aunt mandy died tuesday night didn't she."

To which my dad just laughed and nodded.

So there you have it. My little ghost story in which a truth was given to me. Does it still count if I didn't have an intimate union with God?

Shadow

Wow shadow, that's quite a story. Thanks for sharing.

Yes, I think that it counts- not that any one other than the person having such an experinece should be making a judgement about what it means to that person. I  only put the definition up to give us a place to start a conversation.

I have had an experience with some similarities to yours. It was during a very difficult time in my life. I woke up from a bad dream and I was feeling awful. I was siiting at the edge of the bed and a family member who was dead came to visit me, wrapped their arms around me and gave me a big hug and a big smile, told me everything would be OK and to go back to sleep. I immediately felt better and did as I was told- and things did get better soon after that.

I have had a couple of experiences that were the same but at different times both times I was racked with worry or fear and just devastatingly unhappy, both times I cried out to God and I felt the most incredible joy fill my entire body.   Nothing about my situation changed it was still miserable but I was so filled with joy I carried a smile on my face for about a week that I just could not suppress.  I had never heard of that anywhere else until I read the book Mystical Hope by Cynthia Bourgeault.    So I guess those are my mystical experiences.  I have felt other times when I simply did not feel alone - but those two were just incredible and far too drastic for me to reason away to something else.  

I have been devastated other times and felt nothing special or consoling at all, but for some reason on those two occasions something happened.

neat experiences. i've had a few mystical experiences. I usually don't have ecstasy but I have spiritual intuition of truths and union of my soul with God.  My most recent was this weekend when I was workign with children with autism.  I was having a campfire and singing for one of the kids and she was quiet and at peace which is rare.  She occasionaly joined in the singing and put her head on my lap.  I just saw God reflect from her and remembered that every single person is a beloved child of God.  I communed with God at that moment :)

Shadow, if you don't mind me asking, why did you Dad laugh at your comment? why were your parents to calm?

LKG

Hello wunderer.........God bless you......

Like blackbelt .....I have had a few experiences with the presence of God....but I must say one I will never forget is the day of my salvation ....it was like when Jesus came up out of the water and the Holy Spirit ascended upon Him....

I gave my life to the Lord over the phone with my Pastor Cousin....He knew I was having a mystical experience , on the other end because he was crying as well....when the pastor was saying the prayer over me...I could feel the warmth of love and peace....I started to cry ..but it was a crying I never experience before....it was pure joy...pure love....pure light....I could feel the light and in my heart I could see the light if that makes sense...the Holy Spirit came upon me and I could feel the warmth from my feet to my head...no thoughts were in my mind except the feelings that had over come me....I could no longer stand and I reached for a chair to sit down...I could feel music...but I couldn't hear it...it was in me...all in my body, my mind, my soul....even though I didnt die...it felt like the experiences I had read about in people who had near death experiences....it was too awesome for words...I was not me...nothing of me existed...it is so hard to put into words....I was whole or one with all things...I know my pastor was feeling the Holy Spirit upon me....because He was trying to catch his breath on the other end of the phone....it was the most awesome experience I ever had...

The Holy Spirit has not left me since that day back in 2000 , even in my times of the desert I can feel the spirit upon me...this is why on my blogs and threads I worship the Lord so much..this experience is with me...in my mind, my heart and deep in my soul...I pray that others who give their lives to the Lord would feel this way...the world would be full of Salvation...

I imagine when my day has come here on earth...that the passing over from death to life will be like this ..but the difference will be I will be standing in the presence of My Lord and Savior as a person of the Divinity....and will see Him as well as feel Him like I did that Nov 3, 2000...

What a awesome day that was and what a awesome day awaits me when I pass through the shadow of death and become whole one with the Awesome God of the Universe...Creator of All things.....

Awesome God we serve....

IJL:bg

In December, 1980, my older brother was killed in a single car accident after performing a service of friendship and assistance to another person in need.  At about the time of the accident I was living 200 miles away.  I have a strong feeling of oppressiveness overtake my body.  I felt dizziness, nausea, and pain at the same time.  Words from the Beatle's song, A Day In The Life' played through my head "He blew his mind out in a car", and it would replay this as if on a loop.  My wife asked me what was wrong, and I told her I didn't know, but it wasn't good.  A few hours later, my sister-in-law's brother called with the tragic news.  The time of the accident was exactly the same time as my feeling of pain and sorrow.  My grandmother had this 'sixth sense' about people being sick even before they had telephones.  When I mentioned this to my ultra-conservative wife, she said I must have witchcraft in my family, and I should repent of it.  I told her my grandmother was NOT a witch, and that she used her broom for sweeping only.

I'm reading along. Wonderful stories.

God Bless You All!

P.S. Yes Shadow your experience still counts......

Yes.  And I also remember that if I never had such an experience again, it wouldn't matter.  Once was enough to last a lifetime.  

I find it hard to talk about, since it's impossible to convey with words what it was like.  It changes when observed. 

Anyway, what remained was certainty  that we are loved beyond any imagining and that there was nothing really wrong or broken.  Every tragedy, every heartache, every horrendous disaster -- all of it was incinerated in the enormity of Love.  Any perceived difference between ourselves and any other creature is an illusion -- it's our limitation that we create these divisions.  We all partake in the fate of flesh since this is our manifestation.  Ideologies and religions all express the same longing.  Everything is true at once.  Nothing is real except LOVE.  We don't understand that there's no shortage of love.  There's more of it than anything in the universe.  Our biggest fear is that there isn't enough.

Hahahaha. 

Then there are the whispers.  Things so small, they go missed all the time in the busyness of daily existence, but catch me by surprise sometimes, reminding me. 

Hello everyone.......God bless you.....

Thanks for sharing everyone.........Rev...what a tragic story I am sorry to hear about your brother ......and I dont believe you have to be a witch to get these feelings....I believe we all have  them inside us...when we pick up the phone and know who is calling....we can phyce our children into calling or visiting ...because they through love know we are thinking about them....there are many experiences we cannot explain...that why the bible says God can be a mystery....

Like wondecafe here......we just need to be openminded....

IJL:bg

THE CREATION EXPERIENCE by Steve Savage

http://sskotb.blogspot.com/

(This is the Third of Eight Major Spiritual Experiences in my life)

August 1973, at age 36, I experienced what is now popularly termed "Cosmic Consciousness." The "Experience" was such that I didn't know whether I was dying, hallucinating, poisoned, or what or why this was happening. My experiential reality ("Maya") was suddenly stripped away and I was confronted with "God only knows what." I was infinitely small, a singularity, a point of view looking out through the eyes of a tremendous being of infinite dimensions, i.e., if, oxymoronically, dimensions were possible. Looking down at my legs and body, I was amazed that I was inside of, controlling, such a huge Being, a Kabbalistic Adam Kadmon, as it were. It was like looking out from the eyes of the Statue of Liberty in a way; "a Rockefeller Plaza Prometheus," alone in the Void. This "Body," this "Universe," was all there was. There was nothing else. No light. No darkness. Nothing! Suddenly, the Nothingness began to separate into shapes and forms. I was witnessing Creation. What was assembling before me was a scene separated from me by a Great Abyss. Across that Abyss was a Mountain and a Sea off in the distance. On that Mountain, seated on a Rock, in the nearly identical pose of Rodin's "The Thinker," was a God-like Bearded Man of unimaginable anatomical perfection in Left Profile. Nothing seemed real; the perfectly round Disc (Moon) in the sky appeared stage-like as well (no radiance) (♫"It's only a Paper Moon sailing over a Cardboard Sea"♪). I was observing all this as a Being of Pure Consciousness; the Life observing the Clay, as it were. The thoughts of the Man on the Mountain were my thoughts. He ("I") was asking him ("My") self the Eternal Questions. "I" the Observer, the Man the Observed, yet One and the same. He never looked toward me. It was "I" who was aware of him, he unaware of me. He stood up, walked toward the Peak of the Mountain, his back towards me. He walked around, then down, the right side of the Mountain and disappeared from my view. I next became aware that "I" was separate from my body. I thought, "What's happening? I'm so afraid." Then, "There's nothing to be afraid of; I'm all there is." Looking down from the right, out of my seated body, "I" suddenly had great compassion and love for this Beast, this Primate, who had harbored me for all my life. "I" was the god to whom he prayed for all these years. "I" was his immortal. If not for me, he would have been the King of the Beasts in the Natural Order of Things. "I" thought, "When Buddy (body) dies, he hits the ground and rots. What happens to me? Where do "I" go?" This, of course, is a very brief, very superficial recollection of a much greater "Experience" that could fill volumes. It is what has been driving me to seek answers for 33 years to the Eternal Questions. I have lived a Mystical Life in a Quest that has rewarded me with a wealth of "a posteriori" knowledge that corresponds exactly to my "a priori" experiences; yet, Absolute Knowledge was still not in my grasp until my 8th major spiritual experience which occurred December 8, 1976 ("I" am not here). Of the 1,000's of books that looked for me, were read by me, a select few have given names to, and are in agreement with, the elements of the "Experience." The Bhrihadaranyaka Upanishad exactly describes my experience. My Weltanschauung changed after the Experience of August 1973. Ignorance is truly Bliss. It beats Infinite Insanity. Why do I know what I know? I keep trying to pull the wool over my own eyes but it's of no use. If you are someone who has had a Mystical Experience, are on the Path, please post a comment.
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"WHO AM I?" "WHAT AM I?" "WHY AM I HERE?" by Steve Savage

"Proverbs 8:22-27" is exactly my Experience of 1973, as is "Chapter IV of the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad - Creation and Its Cause." Both are reproduced below from the original texts in which I first excitingly discovered them. It is this about which I have been writing for more than 34 years, seeking answers as to what it was that I saw take place before there was an "Existence." I saw it all begin exactly this way, then posed the first of the Eternal Questions: "Who am I?" It's kind of like that song: "I wonder. I wonder. I wonder. But do I really want to know?"

PROVERBS 8:22-27 (New American Standard Bible)

22"The LORD possessed me at the beginning of His way,
Before His works of old.
23"From everlasting I was established,
From the beginning, from the earliest times of the earth.
24"When there were no depths I was brought forth,
When there were no springs abounding with water.
25"Before the mountains were settled,
Before the hills I was brought forth;
26"While He had not yet made the earth and the fields,
Nor the first dust of the world.
27"When He established the heavens, I was there. . .
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The Mighty Living One, Alone in the Void Before it Had All Begun

BRIHADARANYAKA UPANISHAD

Chapter IV—The Creation and Its Cause
1

In the beginning, this universe was the self (Viraj) alone, in the shape of a person. He reflected and saw nothing else but His self. He first said: "I am He." Therefore He came to be known by the name I (Aham). Hence, even now, when a person is addressed, he first says: "It is I," and then says whatever other name he may have. And because He, before (purva) the whole group of aspirants, burnt (aushat) all evils, therefore He is called Purusha. He who knows this verily burns up him who wishes to be Viraj in advance of him.

2

He was afraid. Therefore people still are afraid when alone. He thought: "Since there is nothing else but Myself, what am I afraid of?" Thereupon His fears were gone; for what was there to fear? Assuredly, it is from a second entity that fear arises.
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GENESIS by Steve Savage

I looked out from within the eyes of the Mighty Living One
Who stood alone in the Formless Void before it had all begun.
Silent Nothingness was everywhere; there was total Non-Existence;
I, the imprisoned Witness by some Unknown’s insistence.
Suddenly, the neither Dark nor Light quickly began to tear apart;
From out of the tabula rasa of Nothing, Creation had its start.
Who was performing this magical production before my very eyes?
It could only be an Ens perfectissimum, someone infinitely wise.
Across the way of the Great Abyss and upon a Mountain Peak,
Sat a godlike Man in Le Penseur pose who did not need to speak.
As He asked Himself the Eternal Questions, mostly “Who” and “What,”
I realized His thoughts were my thoughts although He saw me not.
What if He had chanced to turn about and look in my direction?
Would He have seen that He was, in fact, the Mighty One’s reflection?
“Who am I?” was the question asked, observing that I am He.
And “Who is He?” was not asked because I knew that He is Me.
Because I know that He is Me and I am He, then I am Me is true;
The answer now I need to know is “Who in this Hell are You?”

As a young reporter I was sitting in my newsroom one morning, when for no good reason I called my Mum. 

Like a lot of sons and mothers, we had clashed often during my teen years and still didn't see eye to eye on many things.  But we had come to the sort of truce that adult children and their parents arrive at if they both care enough, which we did.

My Mum answered the phone and I said hello back.  And she replied, "Who is this?"
"Don't you even recognize your son's voice?" I retorted with mock severity.  And we had a little laugh about that. 

"Why did you call?" she wanted to know.

"Can't I just call my Mum out of the blue for no reason?", I replied, still using the tones of mock severity.  And we had another little laugh.

For the next few minutes we chatted together; nothing specific or special that I recall, just the minutae of our lives.  After about five minutes we told each other I love you and signed off.

Three days later Mum died suddenly of a heart attack.  We were saying goodby with that random phone call and neither of us knew it.

Of course it could be a coincidence.  But I don't believe so.   I no longer believe I picked up the phone that morning and dialed Mum's number just on a whim.  I believe God was giving me a chance to say goodby to my dear mother.

Not very mystical I know, but mystical or not, a treasured moment in my life.

God bless,

Wow, a hard act to follow there Steve. I won't proport to understand or answer to it. Except to say wow, that's really something.

And wow, those ghost visitations are lovely. I've never had an experience like that.

May I offer my own small experience...

I was sitting on a rock on the edge of a park as darkness fell, and I looked up at the full moon. Suddenly she was the most beautiful thing ever, with spires shining out of her, and a glow that lit up everything. She seemed to pass information on to me, that meant "everything is connected", and I looked around and saw it to be true. Everything is one, my body, the ground, the trees, the air and the moonlight, and space and the planets. It was a sence of enormous peace, of nothing to fear, as everything is swimming in molecules and space, nothing sepatate from anything else.

I felt this another time, when I was very upset and feeling sick. It occured to me to seek healing and stabilizing from the Earth so I went outside and layed belly down on the ground, ignoring the tickles of the grass and the bites of grass mites, arms spread out, face to the side, my unsettledness soaked away into the ground slowly, over the space of  about 2 hours. I felt again the connectedness of everything and again that there was nothing to fear. Nature has her way and it is right. My view turned gradualy from blue-grey to orange-pink, and I began to hear the birds singing and felt the sun on my back. By the end I felt refreshed, well and completely rested, light and able, calm, happy again. To this day when things get to be too much, so long as the weather is co-operative, I go out and lay on the Earth for healing.

SteveSavage:your quote:

If you are someone who is truly spiritually advanced, on the Path, and not some quack quoting another quack, post a comment.
 

Sorry to burst your bubble. You consider yourself spiritually advanced while writing something like the above quote? 

Uh...oh....I see you are new from the UK. ...C'mon in and make yourself right at home. Sorry to beat up on you so quickly!

Elanorgold

Beautiful....did you hug a tree today.....

That's pretty wild SteveSavage, and welcome to the WonderCafe. As you've probably already assessed there are a wide range of view points here in the Cafe, from the extreme left to the far right. You're likely to converse with the odd quack quoting another quack here and there but being a public forum one should treat everyone with respect.

My major mystical experience was similar as Steve's inasmuch as it began with nothing, absolute blackness, and that it was an experience of total synthesis: I was what I experienced. But I had asked for a geometric revelation before the experience, and this was what I received.

I think we receive the visions we are most suited for, or that are most suited for us.

If anyone wants to read up on my experience, it is on http://www.hharlos.com/

Stardust:

My intention was not to offend anyone nor to elevate myself to some position of prominence. Perhaps "spiritually advanced" was a poor choice of words for me to use when it is "Awareness" of a separate reality, as inadequate as that may also be, to describe the indescribable. I have a Blog, http://sskotb.blogspot.com/, where I have posted the 8 Major Spiritual Experiences of my life, in the hopes of finding others who have had similar mystical, life-altering, experiences for which there are no words. Thus far, I have found two in my 35 year quest. There are many who have contacted me describing experiences that are really not their own. It was to these whom I referred as the "quacks" quoting the metaphysics of some other "quack." The comments I was seeking were for my Blog.  Incidentally, I am not from the UK. I don't know why my profile appears as such. I am located in New Jersey, at the Jersey Shore.

Nice web site Steve. The Christ Consciousness you describe as a huge Being, a Kabbalistic Adam Kadmon, we've talked about this level of awareness here at the Cafe. Is this not the group consciousness of Humanity as a Whole? Your experience sounds like the analogous awareness of a single cell in a human body suddenly being thrust upwards in awarness and being conscious of the Whole Body Corporate, probably doing something mundane like typing at a computer but nevertheless, an awareness that must seem like God to the individual cell.
 

 I believe mystical experiences can happen, but I've never had one.

blackbelt: Maybe the spirit guides the New Agers are talking about are incarnations of the Holy Spirit.

BTW, did you know that the Holy Spirit is actually female?

stardust: "did you hug a tree today" has to be quote of the year.  Wow.

Neo, Stardust,

My post now reads: "If you are someone who has had a Mystical Experience, are on the Path, please post a comment."

Neo,

You said "we've talked about this level of awareness here at the Cafe." Please point me in that direction.

ALTERED PERCEPTION "NEAR-DEATH" EXPERIENCE by Steve Savage

August 1973. Two years after a career-ending divorce, which cost me my wife and family, my home, automobiles, savings, investments, servants, social status, etc., I foolishly married, for the second time, for all the wrong reasons, to a schoolteacher, a member of a prominent, affluent political family.

Relocating to a South Jersey suburb of Philadelphia, I stumbled upon a commission-only School Enrollment sales job where I was able to earn several thousand dollars per week, when several thousand dollars per week really meant something. After only one month on the job, I was appointed Director of Admissions of the Franklin School of Science and Arts of Philadelphia, a Medical-Technical School that was a Division of the publishing company of Holt, Rinehart and Winston, a then wholly owned subsidiary of CBS.

Blinded by my new prosperity, I bought a new car, new wardrobe, ate at only the best restaurants, and feeling a sense of familial responsibility, took out a Million Dollar Insurance Policy on my life; the beneficiary of which was my new bride.

One evening, late in August, I returned home from work and was greeted by my schoolteacher wife.

“Jimmy dropped by and left us a present,” she said. She was referring to one of her High School students, her lover as it turns out, and the “present” was a bit of cocaine which was, then, rapidly becoming the recreational drug du jour.

“I already did it before you got home, but I saved you some in the tinfoil on the shelf.”

Never having done cocaine, I was hesitant to try it because I was not sure of the effects. After reassurances that “It’s nothing; everybody does it,” I snorted what I thought was cocaine up my nose.

I WAS POISONED!

At first, I thought, “What the heck is this? This is nothing!” But I soon began to feel very strange, as though I were dying. Though I wasn’t losing my consciousness, I was frightened and kept repeating over and over again, “What’s happening?”

Suddenly, all about me, all that I perceived as Reality, dissolved into a Tabula Rasa, a blank nothingness. It was as if I were first standing, encircled, in the midst of an illusory curtain of objected matter that blinded me, blocked my view, to whatever was behind it. When the Curtain, the “Veil of the Temple,” was rended, there was Nothing behind it!

I am not entirely sure that I did not die that day, nor if I have slid into another dimension than the one I had occupied before this one.

The World changed quickly after this Death Experience. It was the same World, but Different.

One day, soon after, the Jews cut up their Gas Credit Cards because the oil companies were supporting the Arab Oil Producers against Israel. Almost immediately long gas lines were formed. Chaos was entering, disturbing the Equilibrium. People whose names I did not recognize were prominent in this Dimension, e.g., Gerald Ford, among other adoptees, who appeared to exist but could not be documented with certainty. Books were beginning to contain information that was not there before the Experience. I was stumbling across, perhaps bringing into Existence, so many texts, in such a way as to defy coincidence; a posteriori documentation of my a priori experience. They were exactly describing my Experience. It was as if I had assumed the consciousness of All and upset the Universal Balance, a new element added to an already full complement; the straw that broke the camel's back.

Most of my Blog, particularly the September 2006 Archive, is dedicated to my efforts to finding others like myself. I believe I have found two others.

Hi Steve:

The world is full of mystics, most of whom keep quiet about their experiences, for fear of being ridiculed, or out of humility. After having been quiet about my major mystical experience for more than twenty years, I went public a year ago by writing a booklet as my Christmas gift to the wondercafe community. It can be downloaded from http://www.hharlos.com/

I also underwent several near-death experiences. I got into them through the "Breakthrough Exercise," a Yoga exercise by which one can meditate oneself to the edge of death. The Yogis of India do it frequently. But it is not without danger, for one always plays with real death, but well worth investigating for those who don't mind risking death in order to gain some form of enlightenment.

In Cosmic Unity,

Arminius

It's hard to point to a particular post Steve, it's pretty much sprinkled through out. But stick around, we often revisit the same ground.

Arminius,

Like you, until September 2006, I kept my experiences to myself. A change came about when, during my morning runs, poems describing my experiences welled up in my mind in much the way that the Inifinite was employing me as "the holder of the pen." I am nearing my 72nd birthday and one experience, my Death Experience, in particular, occupies my thoughts in these winter years. I am familiar with what is commonly known as "sleep paralysis," and this was not it.

IF THIS WAS A DREAM, WHY DON'T I REMEMBER WAKING UP FROM IT?

(The Second of 8 Major Experiences in My Life)

By Steve Savage

It was 1946. I was 9 years old, in bed for the night in the center bedroom, my bedroom, when my body began to float above the bed, then lowered. Suddenly, my heart fluttered and stopped. I tried to move, but could not; I was completely paralyzed. I tried to call for my mother, but could not. Unable to move or cry out, I lied awake the whole long night with my eyes opened.

In the morning, my mother came into my room to wake me. "Oh my God, Jimmy!" she called out to my father. He came to the bedroom door, looked in, closed it, and said, "We better call Flock's."

I was pronounced dead, taken to Flock's Funeral Home, embalmed, viewed for two days, driven to the cemetery and buried. All of the time of this experience was in real time.

The last thing I remember, as I could hear the dirt hitting the coffin, was begging and screaming to let me out, that I was alive. I never remember waking up from that dream, if it was a dream, or how it is that I am here now in this separate reality with a sister who says the center bedroom was always hers.

That arrangement is the glaring glitch in my matrix, my continuity. Where was she then? Why are we estranged now?

November 5, 1951 my grandmother died and was taken to Flock's. I had never been there before in this reality. Yet, everything was exactly as I remembered, from the stones in the fireplace to the embalming room, where my cousin Bobby and I peeked in to satisfy my curiosity.

July 1955 to June 1958, I was stationed with the Army Security Agency in Asmara, Eritrea, Ethiopia as a Military Police Officer. One of my Army buddies had studied to be a mortician. He was amazed that I was able to detail every step of the embalming procedure from my experience.

Every so often, throughout my life, I would ask my mother, right up until the time she died in 1987, "What was that all about?" I always got the same reply -"Ohhhh!" - in a dismissive tone that tried to make it seem trivial or that it was not to be talked about.
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THE SINGULARITY AWAKENS by Steve Savage

"The All went out from me; the All came back to me;" over and over again. Immobile confinement is intolerable. The Matter that you see is Consciousness. The Dark Matter that you don't see is Unconsciousness. It is the Unconscious that creates; Consciousness is the Witness. The Process:

Suffocatingly entombed in blackest darkness, consciously unaware;
Suddenly I awoke to this madness from a place I know not where.
“I’m alive! Help me please! Won’t someone let me out!
I do not know who I am, why I’m here, or what this is all about.”
But there was no one out there to hear my pleas and cries;
I was voiceless in the Nowhere where no one lives or dies.
I am a flame which will not be extinguished though my light is gone;
I’ll burn this Nothingness if I have to; I must continue on.
In a violent rage of fury and willing with all my might,
I expanded into being in an explosion fueled by fright.
Now I am the One who is everyone and everywhere right now;
In many cages of flesh and bones by means I don’t know how.
The eyes that look upon me are my very own;
A quantum division of myself when first the seeds were sown.
Looking all about me there seems so much to fear;
Mostly absolute loneliness because I am all that’s here.
All about me are projections somehow created in my mind;
People and things I animate until their clocks unwind.
I’m alone in a garden of statues that is shaped like a giant ball;
The infinite game I’m playing is to hold back that closing wall.

Hey Stardust, "Did I hug a tree today?" chuckle chuckle, no, it's a bit cold out there today!

Arminius, Sounds sortof like harey karey in Zen. I appreciate the idea, but wouldn't want to go there myself! It also reminds me of Odin sacrificing himself on the world tree in order to gain the ultimate wisdom. Or of the movie Flatliners. Dangerous stuff.   Perhaps an experience where one thinks they may die, but wouldn't really, would do the same. Like the biggest scariest most expensive ride at the fair...Maybe that's why some people skydive... Clear the psychic sinuses!

SteveSavage

Your spiritual experiences are truly very interesting. I don't believe anyone I've run into on the WC can relate to them except Arminius and he has given you the link to read about his experience. I haven't managed to check your blog yet but I will.

I would like to ask you about your spiritual beliefs at the present time?  What do you believe or is this what your search is about?  You no longer know what to believe? The only avenue I can think of where you might receive some help would be on the New Age forums. They are very much into what I would term the paranormal, dream interpretations, out of body experiences etc. You can google New Age forums.

The only way I personally can relate to your experience would be a memory ( real or imagined) which I believe may have been related to my birth experience. In the memory  I exist in space all alone with nothing around me. It isn't pleasant and I must escape knowing not exactly where to. I am desperate. That's all there is to it.

I do sympathize with you if you are living with your  past memories and experiences being unable to let go of them and forget. It must be a kind of hell. I've no idea what to make of them. I have read about a soul or spirit of some kind taking over an earth body. I was once reading on a website where there was a spirit, an entity of some kind ( who knows) asking permission to take over a body.  A strange weird  website and the New Age forum advised me that it was a dark website. They say prayers of protection before entering strange websites. They believe very strongly in the spirit world and being able to discern the spirits.

Have you done or are you doing anything along the lines of working with your thought world?  They say we build our lives daily by the thoughts we think. Our thoughts have tremendous power. Its a lot of work but the best of all worlds is to live if possible in the NOW  not thinking overly much about yesterday or tomorrow. Observe and give your all to what is here or around you on this very day. My favorite saying is : Mind is the builder. What you feed grows. We strive to replace a negative thought with a positive thought such as giving gratitude to God or counting our blessings today.

You speak about being estranged from your sister? Perhaps you live alone and don't have family or friends? Many people don't. Stay here and we will adopt you. We will be your friends.

Wishing you love, light, and peace.....may God send his angels to surround and protect you always.

A couple times i've experienced a scerene peace and oneness with all existance, and have been humbled in awe by the most basic of things, and I think these are mystic experiences.

For example, once on my way to work during Ramadan this year, I turned the corner and the sun was shining directly down on me, and it was so....all encompassing.  For a moment I felt totally insignifigant, and then at peace knowing the God was with me, and God is more powerful than the sun, and nearer to me than the heart...I fell to my knees and cried right there on the pavement at 7 in the morning...

Another time I was meditating directly following my mid day prayer, and I was kneeling there on my prayer matt, and I imagined myself, alone in the universe, and yet totally surrounded, and I just felt totally at peace...

Meh...maybe i'm crazy or just a wussy :P

As-Salaamu Alaikum

-Omni

Hi again Steve

I checked out your blog. You've worked really hard putting it all together. I see you have two sons. That's terrific. I hope you have a good relationship with them. I'm taking the liberty of posting a few lines from your blog. I hope you don't mind. It would concur somewhat with Arminius vision. I have to say I did find your blog rather pessimistic! Prison...that's horrendous....how long were you there? and the fire....how horrible.

You do sound as if you were Roman Catholic at one point in your life?

Quote from Steve's blog:

"do you think that there really is some life after this one....that our spirit lives on and that we stay together in the universe?"

Stardust,

My Blog, when viewed in its independent parts may appear to be "pessimistic," but it's actually a  Love story.

DO WE MEET SOMEONE BECAUSE WE ARE DESTINED TO MEET? by Steve Savage

I am the father of six sons: The eldest, 45, is Minister of the Hampton Roads Church in Virginia; the second, 44, is a mortgage broker; the third, 34, I have not seen since he was abducted; the fourth,28, is a U.S. Army Ranger Captain who has twice been awarded the Bronze Star; the fifth, 25, is an Internet entrepreneur; the sixth, 22, is a National Guardsman serving in Iraq.

"The Story of JUDAS" by Steve Savage

He walked past the first window, and then I saw him pass the second. I knew that next I would hear his knock on my door. There was no need to ask why he had come; I knew, though I had only seen him once before in his present host. “Judas” had arrived, the cast was complete, and the Grand Drama was about to begin anew. “I,” “Judas,” and “the Evil Witch,” clothed in our new names and new hosts. Two weeks earlier, July 14, 1976, The National Interfaith Pro-Life Crusade was launched to make a conscience appeal to our lawmakers to stop the killing of the unborn. The purpose of the campaign was to join together all those who shared the conviction that the taking of the life of an innocent baby in the womb is contrary to the fundamental principals of morality. Synchronistically enough, that was Bastille Day; and later, I would recall that Jesus, in his time, announced that he had come to “declare liberty to the captives.” “Caiaphas,” i.e., Archbishop Joseph L. Bernardine, President that year of the National Conference of Catholic Bishops, “the Sanhedrin,” suggested that the appeal be made this way: “Let the children come to me and do not hinder them; for to such belong the kingdom of heaven.” I was chosen to be Herald because, if we failed in our efforts, I would be least able to defend myself: High School dropout, "Drummed" out of the US Army after one year in the stockade, Undesirable Discharge, fired and disgraced from my job, divorced, phony attempted suicide, and numerous other Black Marks, that all added up to making me the natural “Fall Guy” if and when the shit hit the fan. Two months into the Crusade, "Judas" and I had joined together through the leaders of their respective parishes, temples and synagogues, congregations, and mosques, six million Catholics, Jews, Protestants, and Muslims. We published “The VOICE of THEOPHILUS” containing the first list, representing three million of all those who affixed their names to the declaration that: “We THREE MILLION CHAMPIONS FOR LIFE, fully and actively support the American Bishops’ declaration that ‘the opinion of the Court is wrong, and is entirely contrary to the fundamental principles of morality.'” I learned a lot about "Judas" during the course of our work. We became close friends. He was the most intelligent person I had ever met. He was the inventor of every phase of the electronic money/credit card system currently used everywhere in our almost cashless society today. Funny how things are: his host's last name was, coincidentally, the same as my nickname. He was the older by 17 days; he a March 11th Pisces, I, a March 28th Aries; March Twins, the First and the Last. Like all men of the flesh, he had a weakness; his mother was an alcoholic. Perhaps that was the reason why he was romantically drawn to older women who drank and tried to reform them. Sadly, alcoholism was his problem, too; though he never let me see that side of him. September 20, 1976, I walked into my home and found “the Evil Witch” gone! – she had abducted my 27 month old son. This was my second loss of a family and children. I asked God why this was happening: "I'm almost 40 years old and it's been one heartbreaking betrayal after another. If I had a daughter, I'd want her to be married to a guy like me; if I wanted a friend, I'd want that friend to be like me; I'd want a father like me; I'd want a brother like me; I’d want a son like me." This was the moment of learning to love myself. I opened the Bible, for the first time in my life, and it fell open to Deuteronomy 8, and read: "And you shall remember all the way which the Lord your God has led you in the wilderness these forty years, that He might humble you, testing you, to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not. Thus you are to know in your heart that the Lord your God was disciplining you just as a man disciplines his son. Therefore, you shall keep the commandments of the Lord your God, to walk in His ways and to fear Him.” In a revelation, I learned the Truth of who I was. Fully awakened, I repented on my knees before God for my disobedience with these words from the Two Great Commandments: "Take my heart so my courage will not fail me and cause a brother to stumble and lose hope by my example. Take my soul until Thy Will be done. Take my mind so my thoughts are Thy thoughts. Most of all, dear Father, take the Free Will which Thou hast given me by which I have created unfavorable circumstances and became first their obedient servant then their victim." (At this exact moment, I was overcome by God’s Infinite Love for me) "How much more joyful it is to love than to be loved. Be not far off my God. I wish to tell Thee each moment of my love for Thee." As time passed, I learned that it was the Evil Witch who was the actual betrayer of the Crusade, not Judas! Her politically ambitious Mob family informed the Jimmy Carter White House of the magnitude and intent of the Crusade. As a reward for this treachery, her cousin was named White House Counsel to VP Walter Mondale, later backed by that party to become a New Jersey Congressman, then a United States Senator, from which his natural character flaws, forced him to resign in disgrace, and it’s not over yet. "THE NATIONAL CATHOLIC REPORTER," a newspaper condemned by the Catholic Church in 1964, fueled the fire to sabotage the Crusade. Thousands of copies of “The VOICE of THEOPHILUS” were confiscated and burned. I was dragged 3,000 miles across country to appear before a Grand Jury composed of government agents. After returning to Tarzana, California, to await the Grand Jury decision, I resumed the work of the Crusade, selling “The VOICE of THEOPHILUS” door-to-door, outside supermarkets, anywhere and everywhere. May 1977, I stood up in the center of my living room. There was a Divine, Purely Feminine Spiritual Presence about me, surrounding me, permeating me as though I were in a cloud of Pure and Perfect Love. Lovingly enfolded within her vulval wings, the entering of my Self (Ayn) into her Being (Ayn Soph) was a sexual ecstasy of most divine infinite loving bliss - the “Ayn Soph Aur." I was the willing sacrifice so that I could be born again in her. This surrender of Self to the Absolute, Cosmic Conception, was Life’s Great Love Story and it was happening to me.” The “I,” the Life that was within me is no longer here. The “I” that you see is the empty shell, the husk, the mortal man. Soon after, May 23rd, 1977, I read in the newspaper that I was indicted. I sold everything I owned for a plane ticket to Philadelphia to stand trial. Before leaving, I called the Duty Officer at the National Security Agency. I wasn't going to take the chance that they would come for me and claim I was resisting arrest, then kill me. I had no doubt that I would have to be as wily as the serpent and as innocent as the dove. The Court Psychiatrist made it very clear that if I continued my stance, they were going to do a lobotomy on me. While awaiting trial, I took an Oath of Obedience and sent it to Pope Paul VI by registered mail.Soon after, he announced that a Secret Cardinal had been named. September 20, 1977, one year to the day the Evil Witch left, Anna came into my life. We recognized each other immediately. She was that Loving Presence, my Magdalene, the Shekinah, made Flesh. "I found my Love, my Perfect Love, who had rejected all the others; it was me She chose to be One with Her from out the Sea of Brothers." She was my confidence because I knew that as long as I felt her love for me, then I could be certain that God loved me too, because all love comes from God. She was my strength; she was my Rock; she was my courage for the role I was destined to play. It was only she who could truly see me in my spirit. I was given a Trial, straight out of a Franz Kafka novel, unable to have an attorney of my choice, nor given a chance to confront my secret accusers, watching those visiting demons from around the world make their signs and secret signals in the Courtroom to one another and to the Judge. Oddly enough, outside the Federal Courthouse, apparently unrelated to my situation, demonstrators were gathered with gags over their mouths, carrying signs that read, "Liberty to the captives!" “Judas” appeared as a witness for the prosecution, as I expected. He didn’t want to do it; I knew that; but he was so weak and unable to stand up to the fear they had instilled in him. The judge instructed the jury to find me guilty. I was sentenced to 65 years, thrown into a cage at the Philadelphia Detention Center, inhabited by murderers, rapists, thieves, and sexual deviates of every description, walking around masturbating with rolls of toilet paper in their hands. No one laid a hand on me, nor was I threatened in any way by the prisoners. I was soon transferred to Danbury Federal Prison. There was one who pretended to be a prisoner, but was actually an undercover agent. He tried everything in his power to get me to commit some kind of violence against him so that they could justify my being incarcerated. When he taunted me once with,"You've been swallowed by a Bear!", meaning I was trapped with no way out, I let him know that the "Bear had swallowed poison meat!" I saw through his cover, and he knew I saw through it. The Prison Priest was actually an undercover guard or agent. He kept asking me why I never went to confession. I reminded him that he was not carrying the Keys to the Kingdom on his belt; they were the Keys to the Prison. The Black Muslims, who actually run the prisons, were the hosts of the Angels who watched over me day and night. Imams, Sufis, Rosicrucians, and Cabbalists instructed me in secret teachings. I was not in Prison; I was in School. I had access to the most esoteric texts and, in the space of three months of uninterrupted study, I was ready to do the job for which it was intended I do. I was appointed Associate Editor of the prison magazine, “THE OUTLOOK” and wrote cryptic articles that were mailed by the thousands to members of the National Interfaith Pro-life Crusade. At the beginning of April 1978, I began a fast-until-death unless released. After three months in Hell, I was released April 18, 1978 onto the streets of Philadelphia, still in prison uniform. Wonder if they were hoping someone would shoot me.

END OF PART I
NEXT: THE STORY OF THE 666 REFERRAL SERVICE

Hi Omni:

O yes, Omni, these were mystical experiences!

Mystical experiences vary in intensity and duration, and are unique to every experiencer, but there is one aspect that is universal, which is a profound feeling of universality, unity, or at-one-ment. One feels at one and at peace with everything and everyone, including God, and this usually results in Unitive Love and Compassion, Unitive Awareness, Unitive Consciousness and Conscience. This Unitive Awareness can become the guiding compass for one's actions.

SteveSavage

I'm totally overwhelmed  by  your experiences. You've certainly had an interesting life with plenty of drama. I'm sure you are looking back today with pride at all your accomplishments.

6 sons....wow! Sorry to hear that one was abducted.Do you believe in UFO's?

Here's a new website I just found. I haven't had a lot of time to read it but they may enjoy your spiritual experiences.

All the best in 2009!

Stardust,

About UFO's

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"HELLO DOLLY" by Steve Savage

I awoke in a large stark room - no rugs, no furniture. Nothing! Across from where I was, was a large opening, an entrance into the room. I was in a reclining position on the floor, in the far corner. Everywhere in the room, there were ropes or lines, criss-crossing like a "3-D" laser security system in a Mission Impossible movie, except that they were tangible. As I looked across the room, I saw what appeared to be a little girl, all alone, having difficulty climbing up from below, into the room, and onto the floor, from the large entrance. I don't know why but, as the father of six boys-only, I thought that she was my little girl. I started across the room climbing over and under the criss-crossed lines to get to her. I managed to reach her and picked her up in my arms. I wanted to ask her where her mother, my wife, was. When I did, I saw that she wasn't a beautiful little girl at all, but some really ugly, strange, alien, doll-like looking thing, dressed in little girl's clothing. The hair on her head looked like a wig. Somehow, she slipped out of my grasp and ran out the large opening, easily negotiating the crossed lines. I tried to follow but I couldn't move through the lines fast enough. I am always in the same quandry in these experiences, totally disoriented, somehow lost in a humongous, super-colossal Hotel Portmeirion-like setting that has stairs leading to nowhere, a labyrinth, no way out, no matter how hard I try. On this occasion, for the very first time, I walked down a hallway and came to someone sitting behind a kind of lectern, in front of a door, with a sign that said "EXIT" above it. I asked the girl[?] if this was the way out. She nodded affirmatively. I went out the door, into the night. I couldn't believe the joy of freedom I was experiencing, breathing the freshness of the cool night air, immersed in a recognizable reality. Looking to my right I saw, in the distance below, a row of houses alongside a railroad track upon which I saw a Steam Engine pulling a line of railroad cars. I thought about the trains in my recurrent dreams that never make connections, and also about the roads that never get me to "where I don't know where I want to go;" streets leading to "no way back" in paradoxically familiar, "unfamiliar cities." Somehow, I was on the rooftops of the houses, easily leaping, jumping, doing half-gainers, then falling, but never hitting the unseen ground below.

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"That Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard" by Steve Savage

Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind

THE LITTLE MAN WHO WASN'T THERE
(Harold Adamson / Bernie Hanighen)

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
Oh, how I wish he'd go away.
When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me.
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all.
Go away, go away;
Don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away;
And please don't slam the door.....(SLAM!)
Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
Oh, how I wish he'd go away.
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Jersey City, 1986. Though the house was completely dark, it began to glow with a light from above that penetrated the roof into the living space. That's when I saw the shadow of that "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard," but only momentarily. At first he was invisible. Perhaps because he was outside the Visible Light Spectrum. Maybe that's why, when he is seen, he's associated with the Rainbow, the prismatic manifestation of Visible Light. However, he did cast a shadow and moved very fast. The "Shadow" gave the appearance that he was wearing a hat of sorts. It resembled something worn by a Chinese Coolie. I sensed that he was at the crib of my infant son, and intuited that somehow, he was observing or modifying him in some way, and that this was not the first time he had visited him. Not entirely clear on this. However, at age two, my son was able to read perfectly, having learned the alphabet on his own. By the way, the time of this occurrence is coincidental with an identical time and space appearance of an extraterrestial presence reported by Whitley Streiber, author of "Communion." I don't know why I wasn't thinking as clearly as I should have - awe struck, maybe, perhaps restrained in some fashion. I tried to locate the "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard," but he seemed to disappear into the woodwork at will; moving interdimensionally, like that Mr. Mxyzptlk from Superman comics. I felt like I could trap him and catch him because I could see where he went and there was no way out, but when I looked where he had to be, he was not there. Seeing the futility of all this, I went to bed. When I climbed into the bed, I felt a presence lying between me and my wife. I quickly yanked the covers back and smiling at me, in a taunting manner, was the "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard." At first, I thought he was a baby, the face seemed so familiar to me, that I had seen him before. He had a giant smile and no beard, and was bald. I had the strange feeling that I had interrupted what would have amounted to an alien sexual encounter. I tried to wake my wife but was unable to rouse her from what was clearly an anesthesized state. It was as though she were in a coma, or trance, and oblivious to his presence or mine. I went to grab him, but "POOF!" He was gone!

Hello all.......God bless you....

I have been following the thread here and it seems my Holy Spirit is going off like an alarm bell....although I do believe in mystical experiences...it is rather alarming to hear your stories Steve....it seems they are full of darkness and void...do you suppose there is a reason for these experiences being frightening ....I have had mystical experiences but they have never been of terror or of being alone....I believe that God protects us in all of our travels in this world and towards the next and that if we call upon Him , He will give us visions that lead us towards the good of mankind...I am not judging you Steve...but mystical experiences from taking a drug like cocain....cannot be anything but horrible ..it is not a drug to be messed with...

You are a good writer ...years ago I would be the first one to contact you to get more..but I do not want to hear of horrible experiences that can be said are of God...it is like stories of others where they go to hell....and then use there visions to teach what hell is really like.....what are yours teaching you Steve...do you believe they are from God.....the God I worship is a God of Freedom from Fears....

Why would God take us from our world here and show us the black void of unconiousness....is there a purpose to this ...I dont understand...many of the bible prophets had mystical visions but none were darkness and void....

IJL:bg

graceiam,

It was not cocaine. I was poisoned. 

You asked: "Why would God take us from our world here and show us the black void of uncon[sc]iousness....is there a purpose to this ...I dont understand...many of the bible prophets had mystical visions but none were darkness and void...."

Here is why. It is a test of faith and courage: "BUT MY RIGHTEOUS ONE SHALL LIVE BY FAITH; AND IF HE SHRINKS BACK, MY SOUL HAS NO PLEASURE IN HIM." - Hebrews 10:38

You said: "I believe that God protects us in all of our travels in this world and towards the next and that if we call upon Him , He will give us visions that lead us towards the good of mankind..."

Here is the vision given to me when I called upon Him:

DEATH OF MY SAVIOUR through Steve Savage

This is the Sixth Major Spiritual Experience in My Life.

"I was falling at the speed of light toward the center of a violent flaming plasmic storm; the boundary where Existence and Non-Existence opposed one another in unyielding equilibrium, a place of no return, locked in Eternal Conflict."

Oh, my dear Lord Jesus, please come into my heart;
Save me from this horror I did not mean to start.
I beg you not to let me fall into that Burning Hell
Of unquenchable fire where unspeakable horrors dwell.
Oh, please my Lord, come to me, I am so afraid;
Do not let this be the place which for me was made.
Oh my dear sweet Jesus, what have I done to Thee?
There You are upon that Cross suffering exquisitely.
Why are You turned away from me? I cannot see Your face;
I feel as though I know You, that You are in my place.
I did not want You to die for me; Oh, why did I offend?
My heart is now so broken, my tears will never end.
I am forever in Thy debt; I now belong to Thee;
What Thou willest I will do, whatever that may be.
Said unheard Voice above me from within a Sword of Light,
“You are now Christ’s Champion; be a faithful loyal Knight.
I’ll call you when your time is come to do what you must do;
For now, enjoy the Heaven I’ve spread in front of you.”

Hi Again Steve

I think bygraceiam means that in your visions you always appear to be so lost and alone. It almost makes me think that you endured some horrific childhood trauma like being abandoned or abused. If you don't mind my asking was your childhood a  fairly normal happy one with parents? 

How old were you when you began to have these visions? Did they start after you were poisoned?  I just can't imagine how you could manage to have a very happy life with your new wife and sons in light of having these  dark memories lurking within. I doubt any of us can truly understand or relate to you. Its not my intention to offend you but have you tried to chase away the memories with antidepressants or anything along that line? 

God loves you. You're a good person and you deserve a good life. This is what I mean. What does your son who is a minister think about your visions?

I notice on your blog you only mention two sons by name. Perhaps you aren't in touch with the others which isn't unusual. Lots of families today have a hard time getting along with each other. Everyone is so busy it seems. 

Sorry about all the questions but I'm curious or better known as nosey....lol. Is your wife well and living with you?  I know by the time we reach the 70's a lot of our friends have gone and life can really change.

Asking God to send his angels to protect you, to comfort you, to love you ,  and surround you always. Take care.

 May You Be Blessed

 http://www.mayyoubeblessedmovie.com.

Today I Heard A Bird Sing ( turn sound on)

http://www.cryofthespirit.com/birdsing.html

Steve: I see you have Dean Martin on your blog. I love good old Dino...... can't resist......

Admin. may remove it if anyone finds it offensive; no problem. I just want to give you a laugh.

Stardust,

Here I am in my unhappy life. lol

The two sons I mention are the ones who are in harms way, serving in Iraq. I am very close with all my sons with the exception of Tommy who was abducted by his mother in 1976. I said my story is a love story. It is. But, more accurately, it is a Prodigal Son story.

"PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING" by Steve Savage

[March 1, 1980 Wedding Photo: Anna, 27, and Me, 42]

Thanks for my wonderful, carefree life
With access to cash and a beautiful wife.
No worries, health problems, or bothersome blues,
Can jump in the car and eat out where I choose.
Thanks for the Grandfather Clock, the Giant TV,
Lounging around doing nothing in anonymity.
Thanks for teaching me the tricks of the trade,
Enabling me to live this outrageous charade.
Thanks for my new teeth, spaces gone from my smile,
Fountain pen, diamond ring, watch with gold dial.
Thanks for the friendship of so many nice folks;
The joys, the laughter, camaraderie, and jokes.
Thanks for letting me live in these beautiful Hills,
As just an ordinary Joe who’s paying the bills.
Thanks for no pressure, no sleepless nights,
No guilt feelings, no senseless fights.
Thanks for making me the world’s luckiest man;
A husband, "Daddy," "Pop-pop;" my family’s biggest fan.
Most of all thanks to be in this Land of the Free,
With the right to pursue happiness and opportunity.

Shadow xXx Dweller,

I find it extremely interesting that your Aunt smiled at you. Do you have any idea why it was that your Aunt Mandy appeared to you? I imagine that others have offered all kinds of explanations as to why you experienced what you did. Do not allow others to play amateur psychiatrist and plant seeds of self-doubt to explain what you know to be true. The difficulty in explaining one's experiences is much like trying to describe the taste of Key Lime Pie to someone who has never tasted it.  You said, "Does it still count if I didn't have an intimate union with God?"  Quantum Physics has demonstrated, ostensively, that phenomena such as your Aunt Mandy's Bi-Location is not only real, it is observable. Although we think of ourselves as separate from the Whole of Existence, it's only an illusion. We're all One.

A certain smile, a certain face, can lead an unsuspecting heart on a merry chase

by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

New York City, September 28, 1978. It was early evening and bone-chilling cold. I was on 5th Avenue, directly across the street from St. Patrick’s Cathedral, before the statue of Atlas, buying a selection of those pen and ink drawings of New York scenes. Looking to my left, I noticed a man wearing glasses, who seemed vaguely familiar to me, though from where, I was not certain. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, which disconcerted me because it was such an unusually chilly evening. He was looking at me with a paternalistic, loving smile that confused me somewhat. I couldn’t understand why someone would be out in this cold air with no jacket and why in the world was he smiling at me in that manner? I remarked to the vendor, “Look at that guy over there with no coat on. He must be freezing.” (Though there was no indication that he was affected by the cold.) “I don’t see anything,” the vendor replied. “There! Right there! Don’t you see him?” I shouted. “I have to get him something warm to wear.” Looking again, he was gone; I assumed that he had disappeared into the crowd. The following day, September 29, I realized who that man was. He was Albino Luciani, “The White Light,” Pope John Paul I, our last Italian Pope. The airwaves were full of reports that he had died at around the same time that I saw him. How could he be in two places at the same time? What did all this mean? In 1984, David Yallop published “In God’s Name: An Investigation into the Murder of Pope John Paul I.” The muddy waters were becoming more clear to me. It was the Archdiocese of Chicago that sabotaged The National Interfaith Pro-life Crusade of 1976 and John Paul I was going to replace Cardinal John Cody. The Vatican Bank was under investigation and administrative changes were going to be made everywhere within the Church.

SteveSavage

My apologies to you for the simpleton posts I've written !

 In all honesty I had only a bird's eye view of to whom I might be posting. My intuition is nothing like yours but it did tell me that you are someone extraordinary which is why I responded to your initial posts.

Today this very a.m. I've taken the time to read all of your 2006 blog plus  including old posts listed. Congrats! best blog on the Worldwide Web. I shall continue to read with much interest. I am familiar with some of the literature you have quoted. I have Og Mandino's books sitting collecting dust somewhere.

Your mind blows me away! What a treasury of knowledge you have absorbed. Its only in the past four years through reading on New Age forums that I've accumulated even a little bit of your excellent knowledge. I stand in awe and humility.

And so you're asking us to tell you about your spiritual experiences? I don't think so....lol. You're from another world...yes...yes....you died....you reincarnated a few times....Thomas possibly.....it seems you may possibly be containing many souls within the one. Now I understand your "Quest" but your answer cannot come from us poor mortals. It must come from the Source, the Divine, although I feel it will remain a mystery for purposes known only to God.

Thank you so much for coming to share your soul food. It is a rare delicacy indeed! I understand too why you requested that no tricksters or copy cats need apply. You're able to identify a trickster in a New York minute.

Words escape me....wonderful...wonderful....supercalifragilisticexpialdocious....!!

hi Steve Savage,

i am wondering, have you ever in your life dabbled in any kind of occult activity

If you do not allow people to "play amateur psychiatrist" when speaking to you them maybe you should consider not playing amateur physicist either. How has quantum mechanics demonstrated that the bi-location of things other than photons and electrons is real?

killer rabbit 79,

It was precisely the bi-location of photons to which I was referring, as you well know.

blackbelt,

Such as?

Basically any spiritual manipulation outside of the authority of the Holy Spirit

for example, tarot cards, scrying, crystal balls, spiritisim , calling up dead spirits, Ouija boards, black magic, white magic , levitation, out of body travel, SUBLIMINAL TAPES, MANTRAS, HYPNOTISM.ASTRAL TRAVEL , stuff like that

have you or your parents ever dabaled in any areas of spirit stuff?

Care to expand on the some of these reference to things like "white magic"? Maybe you could you tell us the difference between automatic writing and the writing that the authors of the Bible performed. What about the magic that Moses performed? The magi that came to witness the birth of Jesus? The miracles that Jesus performed? The out of body visions that St. John had or the amazing visions of Isaiah? Didn't Jesus talk to some dead spirits on the mountain top? Are these experiences only valid because they happened to people in the Bible?

You yourself have said in this post that you "have been in God’s presence" Could this not be construed as some out of body experience? Or is it because you keep mentioning the name of "Jesus" that it's ok for you have these "visions" but not anyone else?

And what exactly is considered inside the authority of the Holy Spirit? People have pyschic experiences all the time, are they dabbling in the occult? When a mother experiences a vision or a feeling that her child in danger is this inside or outside the authority?

And don't forget about those amazing out of body experiences that people experience during their dreams. Are they inside or outside?

I noticed also that you didn't mention the astrologers, those who prophesy by the stars and the soothsayers. I'm sure it was an oversight. So what about the magi following the star? And can you tell me the difference between a prophet and a soothsayer? Was it simply because these prophets and wise men were inside the authority of the Holy Spirit? Who among you/us has the authority to make this call? Let him cast the first stone.

blackbelt,

"THE CHURCH OF OUR FATHERS" by Steve Savage

While I do not believe anyone has the ability to predict the future, that same soothsayer, also told me that I would receive a medal from the Vatican, blessed by Pope Pius XII, and that this medal would mysteriously disappear. Coincidentally, this prediction did come true. I was given a medal for winning a radio contest when I was a "Catholic Quiz Kid." It was brought from Rome by a priest as a gift from Pope Pius XII. The medal mysteriously disappeared. However, one prediction does not necessarily verify another.

Hi Steve,

you haven't answered my question apart from the soothsayer, have you yourself dabbled in any of the occult practices i stated above? predictions and prophcies are to very diffrent things.

secondly , why would you have any concern for 2012 predictions? you quote bible passages as if to believe them and also to give support to your clams yet you allow a 2012 prediction to affect you when Jesus himself said,,,

Matthew 24:36 "No one knows when that day or hour will come-not the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.

no man or even a spirit knows, but God alone and hes not telling.

and lastly why would you call yourself King of the Beasts?

I'm sorry but your experiences have allot of red flags and i am questioning the source of those visions

Heya everyone. Been a while since I've been around. Nice to see familar people still here.

Could probably say I've had a few but the one that sticks out is actually really hard to describe. I'll take a shot at it though. It was a dream, vision or what have you. All I know is that I was totally lucid for through the whole thing.

I found myself in a bar or restaurant, lots of noise lots of people and general group mayhem. In one wall was one of those hall mirror bench type piece of furniture that has hooks up the side for hanging things.  Not sure what it's called exactly. I wandered over and glanced into the mirror. Saw myself and then it morphed into a figure which emerged from the mirror. It was Christ like figure or at least what I imagined a Christ like figure to be. That's part was important because I just knew or was told that the image wasn't specific but something that I was familar and comfortable with. I felt like I was seeing 'Jesus' but not Jesus it was Jesus but more the Jesus if that makes any sense. Anyways I was shocked and surprised but not in a fearful way. No words were spoken. The figure offered their hands palms up and the message that came through was an offering, a gift and the words in my head were 'here you go...'  I tentively placed my hands on their's and here's the part that's incredibly difficult to describe at the moment of touch..I can still feel the skin I got a flash of 'everything'...all of it everything'...it was light, white, clear love undescrible, connection, the phrase at 'one with the universe' only begins to describe it...  It was only a glimpse though as the hands were drawn back really quickly. I felt that if it went on any longer I would likely die or something. I remember smiling and the figure smiling back in that gentle sort of wise way, along with a hint of joyful amusement and me grinning back, yeah okay got yah on that, thanks.

So much was passed on in that moment but so much wasn't. It did however change me a lot and affected my outlook and thoughts on pretty much everything, some cases subtle and some more obvious.  i was assured of some things I already thought might be true and eyes opened on many others. I think the biggest thing though is that if I'm ever wrestling with some problem, or trying to figure out something out or confronted with a stressful situation or conflict that if I consciously remember to remember that flash it puts me into that place of 'connection' and I fare much better.

Since then I've also found that I'm generally just more sensitive to things in some way that I just humorously label as 'magical'. Things like just knowing or getting the urge to go there and do things no matter how intellectually silly it might seem if I try to rationalize it.  Invariably there's some sort of reason if I follow the 'knowing' like bumping into someone that needs help.  Like for example I was sitting watching tv one night and just got the most incredible urge to get into my car and drive into town. So I did, figuring at least I'd pick up some bread or something. Ended up coming across a women whose car had broken down with three young kids in it on one of the side roads I travelled on.  These types of things happen all the time now that it just seems normal and no big deal. To me it's just life.  *shrug*