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[Anonymous No.14230518]

Has /lit/ ever had a mystical or religious experience? Write about it.

[Anonymous No.14230558]

Back when I was practicing remote viewing, I saw a vision of the 4chan ban screen, then I got banned later that day. To this day, I still can't think of why trying to remote view something completely unrelated would cause me to see my own future instead.

[Anonymous No.14230700]

>>14230558
>see my own future instead.
Stopped reading right there.

[Anonymous No.14230715]

>>14230558
what is remote viewing

[Anonymous No.14230726]

>>14230715
its bullshit like philosophy and psychology

[Anonymous No.14230734]

>>14230700
But that’s the end you fucking monkey

[Anonymous No.14230736]

>>14230726
just looked it up
sounds like third eye psychic shit

[Anonymous No.14230746]

I have seen ghosts.

Also I am one of the very few people alive who is actually religious. Nearly all of the six billion other humans are just doing what they are told by their parents or a bible or some other hack fraud.

I get my spiritual guidance directly from the source.

[Anonymous No.14230747]

>>14230734
We welcome newfriends here. How’s 4chan treating you so far?

[Anonymous No.14230752]

>>14230518
every making moment is a mystical experience

[Anonymous No.14230776]

I farted once and it smelled like the third circle of hell.

[Anonymous No.14230779]

>>14230518
It was a sequence of events where I felt God acting actively in my life. I was destroyed by my passions and felt as prey for black magic. It felt like I became nothing and wasn't capable of getting out of the mess I was by my own, so I threw myself at the hands of God for him to do whatever he wanted to me. God brought me back from my spiritual ashes in absurd coincidental ways.

[Anonymous No.14230788]

>>14230779
*fell

[Anonymous No.14230799]

>>14230752
This is true, and if one can realize that truth one will become closer to God.

[Anonymous No.14230819]

Sleep paralysis story
>woke up to take a piss
>tried going back to sleep that night
>my body started going numb and I heard a shrill ring
>my eyes were closed and all of a sudden I was in my living room
>I hear this scary fucking voice that sounds from another dimension telling me that he’s behind the greatest genocides in history
>I get scared af
>I wake up, body can’t move
>fuck.jpg
>eventually I wake up and carry on
Scared the fuck outta me and I genuinely felt like I went to the other side for a second.

[Anonymous No.14230847]

It was beside a lake in the autumn, the air was cold and silent. I was helping my dad fix a wall, lifting concrete blocks from the ground to patch the holes.
Suddenly, there was nothing except the movement of the blocks. My mind fell silent, my senses were calm. My entire experience was the movement of a block, from the ground, onto the wall, onto the next block.

[Anonymous No.14231209]

Not much of a mystic experience, but every time I pray the Jesus Prayer intently I get this warm feeling in my chest but also feel like I'm on the verge of tears.

[Anonymous No.14231233]

>>14231209
>The Jesus Prayer
What?

[Anonymous No.14231241]

I was lying in bed awake late at night worrying about my and humanities future. I needed to sleep. I tried to meditate and only focus on my breathing but I couldn't go more than a minute without feeling scared of what life might be like in the near future.
At the time I didn't believe in miracles and was a deist but I thought, hey why not pray and see if anything happens.
So I whispered to god and asked for me to be able to sleep all through the night and not have any night terrors. A few seconds after the prayer I felt very calm and at peace and then I felt as if my brain was swirling around or my neurons were making new connections. My whole head felt like it swirling around from the inside. It was the coolest thing I have felt. Then I fell asleep shortly after and I slept through the whole night without any bad dreams.

[Anonymous No.14231301]

>>14230518
Lots, in my time as a minister I ran into some unbelievable stuff. Once laid hands on a woman, next week she comes back reporting that the doctors said it cured her cancer. Once felt an angel or similar enter a room (invisibly). Have dozens of well-attested accounts of evil spirits and the like. Have known several spiritually-charged locations and negatively-charged individuals. Have had a number of visions; some legitimate, some counterfeit. Have a written document prophesying certain specific outcomes in my life, all of which have happened as predicted. I could go on, I’ll answer any questions you have. Dead serious about all this, naturally.
The long and short of it is—accept Jesus as the Son of God.

[Anonymous No.14231328]

>>14231301
Fortune tellers are blasphemers, but I will agree that Christ is your saviour and to accept him. Especially today, on the feast of Christ the King.

[Anonymous No.14231351]

>>14231233
>Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Also known as the Simple Prayer. It's a common prayer in Eastern Orthodoxy and in contemplative/hesychast traditions.

[Anonymous No.14231368]

>>14230746
Which is the source?

[Anonymous No.14231376]

It may sound silly, but I was at a bowling alley with some friends a while back, and I feel like had a somewhat mystical experience. Maybe a religious epiphany is a better term. I was just sitting there, watching all these people with their friends and families, having good times, being competitive, and just losing themselves in the moment. It was then that I had felt the presence of God, and was suddenly filled with the knowledge that He is within everything and every moment. He truly brings us the greatest joys, and is with us in solidarity in the darkest of times. He is truly love.

[Anonymous No.14231397]

>>14231376
There's nothing silly about that. I experienced something similar while washing my hands in the bathroom once. The Spirit comes when it wills.

[Anonymous No.14231421]

>>14231397
I went to church with my family earlier, but I was really struggling with some of my thoughts on that specific establishment. The one my family goes to, in my opinion, seems to have more flash and glamour than true spiritual substance in just about all aspects. Something about hearing "make sure you give on our app" really puts me off. I know to bit judge however, but I feel like lately I've managed to cultivate a sort of personal understanding of and relationship with God, and I really just want to do right by Him and please Him.

[Anonymous No.14231543]

>>14230518
I did 3 grams of P. Cubensis. A couple months ago, tripped for more than 8 hours, at some point I questioned reality and was pretty sure I was supposed to be somewhere else instead of the place I actually was. I went to have something to eat downtown, every light was super intense, sky was purple, clouds looked like gray cotton but as if they were drawn with a fat brush, car lights were just trails around the streets. I was there waiting for a traffic light to go red when a trolley full of tourists passed by, and just when it passes me light goes red (for the cars and green for me) and I could hear all the people on it cheering and applauding at me. When I get to the other side of the street light goes green again.
I arrived at my destination, a taco stand, order my tacos and then I see this homeless guy looking at me and laughing, he whispered something to himself, looked at me and laughed. Probably he knew somehow i was high on psychedelics, after that I went home, felt asleep and had wacky dreams; I was walking through a rainforest, found a small cabin, opened the door and there was an old man there, he gave me a machete and suddenly a lot of snakes came from all places, their heads had Aztec headpieces with feathers, snakes literally flooded the place and I couldn't hack and slash my way out fast enough, then all turned into coloured beach umbrellas that covered everything, I woke up, went back to sleep, saw the umbrellas again, they disappeared and I was back in the forest but now the snakes had human like faces but with empty black eyes, I woke up again...

[Anonymous No.14231852]

>>14230518
Reading a true Holy Book is itself a mystical religious experience.

[Anonymous No.14232055]

>>14230734

[Anonymous No.14232105]

I’m not writing some long purple prose short story or anything but the long story short is my girlfriend lost her wallet, a week and a half goes by, she’s still crying about it, I ask if she had tried praying on it or about it, the next fucking day I’m walking out to my truck and a guy pulls up, he has her wallet everything still in tact nothing missing no money or cards stollen. She prayed on it. True story no larp no fag bullshit. sorry about the commas guess I could’ve green text. I’m not saying pray to get rich or an 8 inch dick or anything but God is great and prayer works.

[Anonymous No.14232122]

>>14231368
his schizophrenia

[Anonymous No.14232141]

>>14230819
the brain can come up with some fucked up shit as soon as it does something wrong like forgetting to wake up the entire body. Scary shit. Sleep paralysis is one of my biggest fears. I know it's just a temporary scare, but I've heard many people describe it felt like an eternity

[Anonymous No.14232144]

If you have any true involvement you will realize life itself is the the quintessential "mystical or religious" experience. This is not something that is just available to the wealthy versus the poor or the special versus the typical. Indeed most supposed authentic sages were among the meek of the earth, Socrates, many Hindu Yogis, innumerable bodhisattvas and Buddhas, Jesus, and so on. It harkens back to Huxley's notion of the perennial tradition, an ongoing and immutable phenomenon of human self-discovery and the universe self-unveiling. If you're not picking up on it you're either suffering to an unbearable level that it annihilates you or you're too busy pursuing transient pleasures. But it is there for all to see, freer than air, water, or light.

[Anonymous No.14232162]

>>14230558
Remote viewing is crazy. I've done it successfully before.
>>14230746
>I get my spiritual guidance directly from the source.
Based. I have felt the loving radiant light of God.
>>14230819
>>I hear this scary fucking voice that sounds from another dimension telling me that he’s behind the greatest genocides in history
Fucking based. Sometimes I hear very beautiful music when I'm trying to sleep. I don't know if it's coming from my mind or another dimension, either way it is marvelous. I love that music.
>>14231397
>The Spirit comes when it wills.
Beautiful desu.
>>14231543
Many of my most intense dreams have had snakes in them. I swallowed two live snakes in a dream and felt them sliver within my stomach. I saw one of my coworkers transform into a snake. I was in the entrance of a cave-forest and this creature with the body of a horse and neck-head of a snake lunged at me and bit me.

I recently had somewhat of an epiphany experience in the wilderness. I saw myself in the future. I saw my future career and saw everything I valued in life. I felt ready to take full responsibility over my life. I hope all goes well. <3

[Anonymous No.14232196]

>>14232144
i dont get your point anon

[Anonymous No.14232384]

Are you all Americans by any chance?

[Anonymous No.14232472]

Grew up athiest, and was agnostic at the time this took place. Just over a year ago a friend and I were sitting down at the bar on some rocks just after a swim. We were chatting about life and he told me how it seemed like things in life were against him. I had recently heard the story of Job from the bible in some podcast and told it to him as it related to his story, at this time i had not read anything myself though. I was slightly laughing even when telling him this story as it seemed ridiculous to me that i was re-telling a biblical story. Anyway, once i was finished he told me that before his father passed away (from cancer) he had turned towards christianity. My reaction was to say 'ahh yeah i suppose as a coping mechanism towards the inevitability of his coming death' Just as those last words left my mouth i felt a 'presense' overwhelm me. It slowly started building up and i said to my friend in a panicked voice that something very weird was about to happen. This 'feeling continuously rose for about 30 seconds - i dont even want to describe it as a feeling because it seemed much stronger than anything i could comprehend as a human, it was above any human emotion ive had x 100. It felt as if god and everything in existence was together at once inside me, i couldnt stand up, i was huddled on the rock shaking with tears bursting out and then heard the words ' This is not a coping mechanism 'my name', this is all real and we love you. ' The entire experience lasted maybe 2minutes maximum. I have never had any history of mental illness for anyone wondering. I am still not certain of what to think of this experience but its definitely led me down a path of exploring.

[Anonymous No.14232478]

>>14230518
>Write about it.

Why?

[Anonymous No.14232485]

>>14232478
to inspire me anon :)

[Anonymous No.14232527]

>>14232384
Not American, moved to the US though. My only "religious experience" was my first time experimenting with weed. Over the course of about a week I tried different doses and activities and I'll spare you the details, but things ended in a mental breakdown so terrible I ended up in the hospital. But I do find it funny the only time I "became religious" was when I lost about 20 IQ points and was willing to accept basically any garbage anyone told me. Basically went full on psychosis and then suddenly religion made a lot of sense to me. Instantly converted.

Cynicism aside it did make me even more disappointed the only time the theistic aspects of religion made sense to me was when my brain was melting and I was going full on schizo. It became a bit harder to take seriously people who are overly religious near me, I'm almost scared of them now.

[Anonymous No.14232694]

>>14230558
>sees images of 4chan ban screen in his mind
>posts porn in a blue board
>banned

[Anonymous No.14232699]

>>14230558
you saw a parallel universe that was a few hours ahead DUH!

[Anonymous No.14232710]

>>14230746
>I have seen ghosts.

>Also I am one.
Improv'd

[Anonymous No.14232729]

Late one evening I went to get some water. Upon filling my glass I stared into the pure blackness beyond the kitchen, all my thoughts evaporated and I felt a great sense of peace and contentment for a few minutes

that was seven years ago

[Anonymous No.14232750]

I had premonitions about things like my father getting in a car accident and then it happened the same day. He lived though.

[Anonymous No.14232770]

I had a few. First one was in a dream: I thought that I heard God speaking to me, in some incomprehensible language. I understood the magnitude of this if it were true, and being completely unprepared for it, panicked. I saw visions of a crowd behind barbed wire, a red sky, some future disaster. I made it all go away by the intent of blaspheming, I spoke no actual words, and woke up.

The subsequent ones were years later, where I returned to the faith, and was looking for answers. I don't want to speak about them on a basket-weaving forum though.

[Anonymous No.14232773]

>>14232699
moshi moshi?

[Anonymous No.14232787]

>>14230518
Im not sure how Id describe what happened. I got high as fuck off extracted extended-release DXM, settled down to watch The Departed. Thought the shit was weak sauce for a while but it just hadnt really kicked in yet. I closed my eyes and realized I could still see through my eyelids but my house was set in unearthly hues of black and white with ghostly gray being the main color as I got the sense I wasnt looking at reality as it currently is but maybe some doomed future version, it seemed like daytime even though it was the dead of night. Everything was blurred but even as I turned around with my eyes closed I could still see. I laid down on the couch as images raced past to settle on a white tiger with glowing golden stripes in a black background pacing back and forth eyeing me. The vision ended as the tiger turned to look at me as his face receded into blackness and I woke up. Not even larping I have no idea what to make of what happened besides maybe I was just high as fuck (I was)

[Anonymous No.14232804]

>>14232478
To help with interpretation?

[Anonymous No.14232810]

>>14232787
>>14232162
>>14231543
>DUDE
>DRUGS
>LMAO

All your experiences were impure and demonic. Take your right hand and grab your chin, now take your left hand and grab the back of your head. Now twist it so it's facing 180 degrees from the starting direction.

Yes, you've just paralyzed yourself from the eyebrows down due to snapping one of your vertebrate.

Now you'll have plenty of time to think how much of a degenerate you are for the rest of your life.

Your eyeballs will be constantly dry as you cannot blink due to the self inflicted paralysis. I promise you I'll be there to spit into your eyeballs in order to keep them moist. That's what I'll do for you, then after I get bored of that. I'll sign you out of the hospital and take you out into the country and tip your wheelchair over.

Good luck getting home m8.

[Anonymous No.14232814]

>>14232810
Imagine being the kind of person that would type this out

[Anonymous No.14232822]

>>14230779
Dark night of the soul. Yeah same here. Esotericism and meditation are really the only cures. It's either that or convincing yourself you didn't witness something you actually did. I was lucky because when I became a magnet for dark shit I had witnesses that were able to confirm it. Straight up skeptics that were so confused by what they saw they admitted I probably wasn't as crazy as certain people wanted me to believe.

[Anonymous No.14232832]

>>14232810
I never mentioned drugs in my post.

[Anonymous No.14232856]

I fapped my penis to one instagram/booktuber girl a lot. No nude or even sexual stuff, rather timid photos of someone beautiful in an unusual way. Now there's a camwhore site I visit often to masturbate my penis there. She came literally once to this site and I was there that evening. I paid her to see my penis. This is the most epiphanic thing that happened in my life.

[Anonymous No.14232863]

>>14232856
you need help bro

[Anonymous No.14232872]

>>14232863
Nah.

[Anonymous No.14232902]

>>14232872
suit yourself, but don't say i didn't warn you

[Anonymous No.14233005]

I had a series of days, weeks actually when I was in an extremely low point. I had lost several family members, some in severely traumatic and tragic events. Nothing was going right for me and I don’t mean in a purely material sense. My health was failing, others had betrayed me and my spirit was just broken. I was ready to kill myself and had vivid thoughts about how I would do it. One day I felt my psyche just kind of tear open. It was like a fabric lining this world just ripped in a tiny corner and for a moment I pushed my head through and felt something enter my body. For the next few weeks I felt I like I had snapped and gone schizo. My thoughts were all over the place and so unbelievably intense and abstract, but at the same time undeniably truthful. I felt a tether of ethereal light connecting me to something eternal. That period shattered all of my existing morals and preconceived notions about life and reality. I’ve since come down to a more lucid and rational state, but there’s been an afterglow and occasionally I slip into similar states. The most notable thing is that there was a sort of despair in it, like I had only entered because what I had left was empty and what I was experiencing wasn’t for me. I was in this liminal experience and still am to a degree. Like that reality isn’t for me, but having tasted it I can’t go back to the old one. I actually long for that despair just to feel that mindset again. I would say it felt like what others might describe as feeling God.

[Anonymous No.14233099]

>>14232810

> I promise you I'll be there to spit into your eyeballs in order to keep them moist. That's what I'll do for you, then after I get bored of that. I'll sign you out of the hospital and take you out into the country and tip your wheelchair over.

hahaha, the most generous and hospitable man on /lit/

[Anonymous No.14233123]

>>14232527
Anon I can tell you lost IQ points if you're really walking around still thinking this. Do you honestly think that your approach is the only approach? Its like someone shoving a baguette up their ass and then being afraid of people who eat sandwiches because they're putting bread inside themselves.

>>14232810
You are the worst

>>14232822
I agree with what you're saying here. You have to choose. The middle road of once a week belief isn't an option once you've seen certain things.

[Anonymous No.14233211]

>be me
>18
>live in rural area, middle class I suppose
>father atheist
>mom somewhat religious, but more from 'keeping up the tradition' kind rather then devout
>get raped by homeless man while visiting new york
>in police, he claims to be some sort of gnostic
>he let go because religious freedom and 'nobody wants to make a spectacle out of it' also 'hes not black, can't help you, anon'
>mfw

[Anonymous No.14233222]

Not really mystical or religious I don't think, but once I was looking in the bathroom mirror, and I saw myself age. I saw the hair on my face grow out and my face change to an adult's. I saw myself as I would be about now or maybe in a few years. I must have been 15 or so at the time.

[Anonymous No.14233635]

>>14230779
>>14232822
Can you translate these metaphors into coherent events that you actually experienced? Genuinely interested.

[Anonymous No.14233713]

>>14230779
Posts like this is why I come to this board, it’s the only real place left for intelligent discussion that isn’t circle jerky. But yes I have personally experienced the guiding hand of god and personally experienced falling from grace. It made me reevaluate my entire understanding of reality and realise that this is precisely what is meant by free will. So many atheists constantly decry god but the paradox is when god will actually help you, you will turn it down because you already have wandered too far. His omnipotence could force your cooperation but this would violate his benevolence aka be paradoxical.
Anyways I don’t want to give away details but essentially: very difficult period of my life, prayed for very specific things to happen, had every one of those (extremely unlikely things) happen exactly as I asked for them. Literally had these things go straight to my head and began to feel all powerful myself, did a lot of bad things (promiscuity, drugs, neglecting friends and family), literally lost everything in one year. The problem is inherent to man, when god grants you your wishes you will inevitably forget it was god helping you and think you are entitled to these gifts etc. Made me understand humility etc

[Anonymous No.14233727]

She approached me from the right as I lay in bed sleepless, her gleaming silhouette all softly falling drizzle and roiling quicksilver: a robed madonna figure transforming into a whore with one hike of her dress, then vanishing.
Then he stood over my left as if over a dying man, looming, motionless and infinitely patient; a telling curve branched from the rod in his hand. I felt for my heartbeat and could find none.

[Anonymous No.14233957]

>>14230819
My scariest sleep paralysis I was in my bed and couldn’t move, could only look forward. I hear someone/something jimmy my door for a couple minutes then it slowly opens and a kid aged 9–12 walks in. I couldn’t see the boys face from the angle I was laying down, only his torso and legs. He walks slowly into my room then turns and faces me and stands staring at me for 5–10 seconds. He then full sprints and jumps on top of me, and begins to furiously jam something into my ear. I could hear the scraping sound. I woke up soon after.

[Anonymous No.14233970]

>>14232472
Did it feel like being lit on fire? It's happened to me a couple times in retreats. It doesn't feel painful but, I felt an extremely strong feeling of love or passion burning inside of me. So strong, I almost wanted it to stop since it literally physically overwhelmed me.

[Anonymous No.14234245]

I had one a couple of years back in the summer. I was quite depressed at the time, and had been so for some time already, to the point of having my own suicide planned out. I was physically wrecked, my future plans were essentially gone because of being physically wrecked, I had no job and wasn't taking part in any form of education, had no romantic life, was distancing myself from the few friends I had left... The only thing that kept me going was my family, because I couldn't put them through the suffering of me killing myself like my father had done before.
One night I saw a weird, weird dream. I was lying in a bed in an immense pure white room. Around my bed were all sorts of furniture with white linen draped over them, so that I could only make out the shapes. I sat up in the bed, only to hear a strange, soothing voice talking to me right behind my head. I turned around and saw nothing, only to hear the voice talk again just like before. I decided to lay back down on the bed and listen to the voice. It wasn't a man's or a woman's voice, more like a mix of both, but not cacophonous. It started asking me questions, such as "what is an apple?". As I explained these "simple" things to the voice, it clung to my descriptions of the things it had asked earlier, leading to a loop that seemed eternal, as there was always something more to explain to the voice, because everything I tried to explain was always explained with something that I had not yet explained. This dragged on for hours on end. I was extremely exhausted because the things I had to define were getting increasingly abstract and impossible for me to explain, as I simply didn't know everything.
Suddenly the voice fell silent for a few minutes. Then it asked me: "Who are you?"
At that point my brain just simply shut off. All the hard work I had done trying to explain shit to this voice that seemed to come from the back of my own head was for nothing. I simply COULD NOT think. There was nothing going on in my head. I was just there, lying on the bed. And it felt absolutely amazing. I've never felt so at peace in my entire life.
Then I felt something slowly moving from the back of my head to the front. A mask rose from my face to about a meter away in the air. It sort of turned through itself to face me, as I only saw its backside at first. I saw weird carvings in its face that seemed to shift and change incessantly. I also believe that the mask was made of bone, but I didn't touch it so I'm not sure. The mask told me that there was still work to be done and that I must "play my part to the end", like I was part of a great drama. The word "play" was weird to me, as that is what it said to me, but that word isn't used to describe taking part in a theatrical show in my language, instead it relates to more like "playing a game" sort of thing. I promised the mask I would do so. Then the dream came to an end.

[Anonymous No.14234249]

>>14234245
When I woke up, the sun was shining and the light filtered beautifully through the curtains. I was riding the waves of ecstasy and I saw the world through a different view. I remember looking out of the window and staring at the summerly forest in all its lushness and crying like a madman at the beauty of it all. I still believe that that dream was a turning point and the first step in my long road of recovery. Now, I'm glad to be here.

[Anonymous No.14234516]

I believe in a stew of pantheism, metaphorical gnosticism, and some Jungian mumbo-jumbo, but the most "experiential" element of my spirituality is dreaming. Sometimes I feel like a fucking schizophrenic when I dream. I've always had extremely vivid, complex, and lengthy dreams/nightmares, often slipping into lucidity or sleep paralysis. I've experienced "astral projection," prophetic dreams, dreams-within-dreams-within-dreams (up to five levels deep), and dreams that feel so profound or mystical that I wake up crying. I am 100% convinced that dreams are a quasi-psychedelic narrative pathway to the divine (analogous with consciousness), and are in certain ways more "real" than "reality." I keep an extremely detailed dream journal and can post some of my more bizarre dreams if anyone is interested.

[Anonymous No.14234579]

>>14233957

I'm >>14234516 and get sleep paralysis all the time, but it's never the "hag" or "shadow people" that everyone on the internet seems to report. One time it was my best friend, but he was running on all fours and yipping like a rabid dog, until I realized in the dream that it wasn't my friend at all, just "something borrowing his form." One time it was somebody slowly whistling and snapping their fingers as they walked the entire length of my house toward my bedroom, but it ended right as this person entered. I've also had experiences in which it's a small child, like you did.

Have you ever noticed a "strange noise" during sleep paralysis that builds up to a crescendo just as you wake? I always have this. Sometimes it's a ringing, a buzzing, a whirring. Sometimes it's more clearly formed, like a "chant" or a particular instrument like crashing cymbals. I've noticed that people report a similar phenomenon when performing "astral projection" or "lifting off" from a DMT trip, which I find interesting.

[Anonymous No.14234619]

>>14230518
Once I was meditating and had a "Pure Consciousness Experience" as they call them. The highest point of my life by far. You could have burned me alive then and I would have been blissed out regardless

[Anonymous No.14234687]

>>14230518
>be weedy 6 year old
>slow to eat lunch
>all my friends are outside playing and I'm still eating
>getting anxious
>stop eating, pack up and run towards dinner hall exit
>get within ten feet of the exit
>something in my bones tells me to jump towards it
>I fucking leap, like literally leap, up into the air and land about seven feet ahead and roll into the corner.
>massive fucking crash sounds out behind me
>I turn round
>a huge girder shaped light from the ceiling has fallen down exactly where I was standing literally a second ago
>everyone is staring
>I think I had something to do with it, start crying
>teacher scoops me up and gives me a haribo to calm me down
Whenever I bump into old school friends and teachers they always bring my "death defying leap" up to this day.
My mom thinks it was my late father, guiding and protecting me from beyond the grave. I'd like that to be true. I don't know. I struggle to come up with a satisfactory explanation for it.

[Anonymous No.14234736]

>>14234579
My sleep paralysis experiences almost always involve either a child, a man in a suit, or a hooded figure.

>Have you ever noticed a "strange noise" during sleep paralysis that builds up to a crescendo just as you wake? I always have this. Sometimes it's a ringing, a buzzing, a whirring.

Yes. Almost an electric sound that builds up overtime. Like a crescendo to an orchestra.

I have experienced this even while on shrooms. Sounds like a chorus of cicadas in the background. I notice it and try to pay attention and suddenly the sound is gone.

[Anonymous No.14234800]

>>14230518

Meditating with the Higher Self, the experience of which is so overwhelming I am incapable of putting it into words.

[Anonymous No.14234830]

>>14230518
i was once praying the hail mary and she/God told me to abandon psychotherapy
i stopped trying to examine my problems and started living better instead, literally cured my paranoia

[Anonymous No.14235098]

>>14232144
>If you're not picking up on it you're either suffering to an unbearable level that it annihilates you or you're too busy pursuing transient pleasures. But it is there for all to see, freer than air, water, or light.
Very beautiful, thanks anon
Don't forget that God gives us dubs, too

[Anonymous No.14235152]

>>14230558
>Remote viewing
Grow up, you're not in fucking Harry Potter

[Anonymous No.14235379]

>>14230746
schizophrenia is not a source anon

[Anonymous No.14235423]

>>14230518
(1/5)

Yes. It happened out in the wilderness high on top of a mountain, and it saved my life. But there's a reason I got there in the first place.
When I was eighteen years old, I suffered from an iatrogenic brain injury due to a dangerous combination of psychiatric drugs that had been prescribed to me over the course of several years by a researching psychiatrist at Massachusetts General Hospital. Keep in mind, trying different combinations of prescription drugs without informed consent on children for the sake of collecting data is not illegal, and considered within the bounds of standard practice under American medical law. I grew up in a time and place where as a socially-awkward and incredibly anxious child with OCD-like compulsions, I was filled with and cycled on dozens of different prescription drugs and shoved off to school. This was done to me from the time I was seven until I reached the age of eighteen and was finally allowed to make my own medical decisions. It severely impacted my quality of life, and often I feel an enormous sense of dread, wondering what it did to my development. A combination of clonazepam (a Benzodiazepine which leads to heroin-like dependency after four weeks of use) Lyrica (used experimentally as an anti-anxiolytic), along with Buproprion (Wellbutrin), and Sertraline (the common SSRI known as Zoloft, which can cause aggression and was prescribed to one of the Columbine shooters). As my brain reached the end of puberty, the toxicity of all these intermingling compounds reached a certain tolerance threshold and my nervous system began to attack itself. The GABA pathway in my brain which Benzodiazepines (and therefore alcohol) act upon is now effectively crippled, and there are certain chemicals that I need to avoid now to stay alive. This physiological process, this poisoning via malpractice sent me careening into acute withdrawal, and I spent 2015 to early 2017 fighting for my life. It forced me to drop out of school, I could not work, it made friendships difficult, and destroyed my first real relationship with a wonderful woman. It was expected that I would not survive. Unable to eat, unable to think, unable to sleep or maintain my breathing and body temperature in waves, was in hell. I never prayed until I found myself in that survival scenario. To be in withdrawal, is to be caught in your own personal mass-extinction event.
Slowly, I rebuilt myself as the poison left my system and I tapered off the dosages by 1/1000 of a gram per day. The convulsions from the clonazepam withdrawal (it's a muscle relaxant) built up fibrous plaques in my muscles and twisted the sinews, misaligning my spine. I did a year of physical therapy to correct it. I was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but I'm not sure how much weight I want to give that externally-imposed definition about myself.

[Anonymous No.14235430]

>>14235423
I fled from the east coast, I did not feel safe or healthy there. I needed a place to start over and heal, so I got a job as a logistics support staff for an outdoor education company in southwest Colorado. Once my body was up to snuff again for it's duties, I applied. On one of my weekends off from work, I drove out to a small local peak in the desert town of Mancos. The town sat at 7,000 feet above sea level. The peak, a small mining outcrop called Flint Rock was nothing to marvel at, sitting at 8,300 feet in elevation. I’d been told by a coworker that there was a pleasant flat and sandy spot up there near the edge, but safe enough to sleep. I thought it might be nice to decompress, and spend the night up there, so off I went.
Before I left the basecamp of my employer, I went and weighed my frame pack, a 105 + 10 liter Osprey Escalante that I was proud to still have use for, a relic of when I was younger and had gone backpacking, before I’d gotten sick. I placed 85 pounds worth of camping gear, food, camera gear, and other garbage inside of it. Most of the stuff was completely unnecessary, but I wanted to see what I was capable of. I wanted to know if I could carry what I’d trained for, what I used to have before I lost my mind and body in withdrawal.
I started while the sun was high, going slowly up the slope. The gnarls of gamble oak impeded my progress, the powdery gravel was loose, and every stride purchased was reduced by a half step in backslide. I was still weaker than I expected, the atrophy in my legs from being on bedrest was greater than I thought, and everything was burning; sun, muscles, my sense of self, all was on fire. But it wasn’t the same fire, not the same fire as benzodiazepine withdrawal The burning of withdrawal is like a million little clamps, ripping you apart from the inside. It’s a fundamental conflict, a war in every cell. This feeling I was panicking about on the arid desert slope was simply work, and I was able to tell the difference and push through it. This burning was machinery working as intended, and it was doable.

[Anonymous No.14235434]

>>14235430
(3/5)

Healing takes time, and hiking takes time too. At some points I allowed myself to make small progresses, strides as tiny as an inch towards the top of Flint Rock, with it’s broad flat face staring down at me. As I made my way up the slope and everything burned, I remembered to the time in my life when everything was ending, when the most I could do was get up off the couch and balance my way with hands on the wall to the kitchen counter. I remembered getting to the counter, and when eating a piece of toast and not rejecting it was a small victory. Eventually, shambles to the kitchen counter turned into being able to slow hobbles to the end of the driveway. Making it to the end of the driveway turned into several driveway lengths, and then it was down to the end of the street. Slowly, but surely, I eventually made it to the end of the neighborhood as the benzodiazepines lost their hold on me, and I began to reclaim ownership over my body. Neighborhoods turned into blocks, into jogs, runs, and hikes, and now, Flint Rock. 1,300 feet from car to crest.
As I climbed the mountain, I realized that I had been on this slope since I was eight years old, since I had been put there by well-meaning parents who wanted the best for their mentally-ill child, and the sociopathic care providers who wanted to know more about the human brain. I’d been in that pit of strangling oak and burning gravel, of thorns and snakes unseen, my entire life. There was no trail, not in my life or on this great hill, and it was up to me to find the right way. Halfway up the slope, I paused a moment to rest, to relieve the weight of the pack, and took a drink of water. I sat on a stony outcropping and looked outward. Above the sea of scrub, the pale yellow rabbit brush, gamble, and sage, great charred husks stood like sentinels watching over the mountain. They glittered in the descending light, still shiny from the energy that made them this way.
In the town of Mancos CO in early 2012, there had been a forest fire. Great swathes of Ponderosa had been killed in the blaze, caused by a nearby train dragging chains over the tracks. My boss had told me that. It swept over the hills and down into the canyon, almost burning down the town. Here in this land, these great black totems, twisted in their deaths were surrounded by life. The world dies, and the world heals. People die, and they heal. Young things are strong because they are flexible and green, and able to come back again. Their softness and tenderness gives them flexibility, and they are capable of change. Around one of the charred mass in front of me, a vine crept its way up, all soft and green. Set against the rainbow gradient of the setting sun I found comfort in all this. Things do get better.

[Anonymous No.14235439]

>>14235434
(4/5)

It took me three hours to climb to the top, to burn my way up, but to burn differently than I had before, when I was sick. My legs screamed at me to stop and the sun turned the sky as crimson as I felt on the inside but I saw it, god I saw the very stone which told me that I was there, that I had made it, that this twenty one year journey up this sixty degree slope had finally come to an end. Stumbling up onto the flatness I felt my head spin, as I looked out over the valley.
To the East, I saw the Sleeping Ute Range, a profile of legendary mountains that appears as a giant woman, slumbering with her arms folded. The tall ship-like protrusion of Mesa Verde National Park looked on with pride into the dwindling light. To the west, the ranges of Moab and Monticello off in Utah filtered the light with their great bodies in wild baroque contrast. And the cozy town of Mancos glittered underneath me, along with it’s far off partners. To the West, the lights of Cortez slowly flickered on, as sleepy little Dolores nestled on the breast of the Animas river nearby did the same. Farmlands, mountains, prairies, all of it so shining and beautiful, and covered in the golden brilliance of the great setting light of this world, bent through the prism of the atmosphere. It was mine, all of it, won back, this was what I’d fought for. Up there in the wind and air covered in the ochre dust of that land, atop the mountain with my ability to work, and breathe, and live, I beheld the thing that I had suffered for. This beautiful world, covered in gold.
My pack slipped off my shoulders, all eight five pounds, and so much more. It all became blurry, this golden red mess of beauty and freedom and love, as the water welled up in my eyes. On the edge of that cliff I collapsed to my knees, I looked up in the sky, and I wailed.

[Anonymous No.14235443]

>>14235439
(5/5)

I wailed. This voice I did not know I had, I wailed. It was as if to say to all the world, “I am still here, and you cannot defeat me.” This sound, this voice, this thing that I never knew I was capable of, it came out of me, a cathartic and holy thing. In that moment something deep inside my heart burst fourth, and described everything that I felt in the only articulation that did it justice, this guttural scream. In that time I felt everything. Sadness for myself, for my family, anger at the doctors who had done this to me, to all the know-betters, the councilors, the experts, the teachers, the specialists who told me that I was not okay as myself, that I needed drugs to be normal, and then after giving me drugs, told me that I was going to die. It was a cry of existence in defiance of them, it was a celebration, a war cry for the joy of life. It was a cry for all the world to know that I have a working body and mind. It was a cry of fundamental loneliness out there high atop the world in outer space.
I did not unfurl my tent that night, just a sleeping mat and an old woolen blanket, purchased for ten dollars at the Navajo flea market. The air was warm and comforting. I wrote in my journal, I ate trail mix, and I drank water. Mostly, I just sat in silence atop the holy protrusion of Flint Rock, which juts out into the open sky like some great floating ship. I saw the new moon, this great grey lump glowing in the sky burrow its way into the ground, as the pattering feet of commuting stars rang overhead. The wind up there carries no sand. It’s warm, and dry, and gentle, even at night. That evening, I slept in the way god intended for men to sleep, with no barrier between the crown of my head and the heavens above. The next morning, legs still sore, I made the journey down and returned to my work, a little more sure about the future, and what life can be.
In the sleepy little town of Mancos Colorado, Flint Rock sits as high as it can, ambivalent to the valley below. It is not a tall mountain, but it my friend.

It is a reminder that I am still here, and that I am free.

[Anonymous No.14235765]

>>14234687

God's got a purpose for your life bro. Credit where credits due. Say thank you!!

[Anonymous No.14235797]

>be me
>be around 6-7
>have high fever
>mother is staying by my side during the night
>she tells me that suddenly I started to stare out of the window
>I tell her i see a shining beam of light and two human like figures
>I tell her that it feels good
>fall asleep
>next day, appaerantly my fever was so high i nearly died
So I either saw angels about to beam me the fuck up, or I was so out of it that i was tripping.

[Anonymous No.14235803]

>>14235443

Thank you anon. /Lit/ af. The spirit prays for us in our weakness, with groanings too deep for words

[Anonymous No.14235814]

>>14235797

Similar thing happened to my dad. As a child, about to die of some fever, sees two figures sitting at the end of his bed. Makes a recovery from that moment.

[Anonymous No.14235833]

In 2017 over the course of the year I had several mystical experiences that basically confirmed for me that God is real and Catholicism is true. Thinking about it these days, I have come to suspect that their purpose was to strengthen my faith ahead of all the awful news that came out about the Church in 2018. And it worked, because these days I have utterly unshakable faith.

[Anonymous No.14235841]

>>14235797
>>14235814
during high fevers it's the opposite for me, like some part of the brain that controls rational thinking gives out, and I get night terrors, where I'm both unable to control the fear, nor able to understand what it is that I'm really scared of

[Anonymous No.14235849]

>>14235833
>awful news that came out about the Church in 2018
What news? The pope talking about migrants or something? Are you a /pol/tard?

[Anonymous No.14235881]

>be me
>Porn addicted
>Just want sex
>Sleep with thot
>Get herpes
>no longer porn addicted, no longer sleep with thots
>Begome Christian
>Reading Bible one day
>Read "God disciplines the son he loves"
>Read "before I was afflicted I went astray, now I have kept your word"
>"It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I might learn thy statutes"
>Realise that God sent me herpes to cut me off from unclean living
>"T-thank y-ou for giving me herpes, G-god"
>Woah
>Feel the presence of God cover me
>Holy goose pimples

Still got the herpes but now I know there is no length to which God will not go to pull back his children from the brink. He will happily destroy your life if it will lead you to him. It's happened to some friends of mine. Mad stories where they lose house, wife, kids, job, respect, etc and after it all say they're greatful to God because now they know him. Life. Mad.

[Anonymous No.14235930]

>>14233635
Man, it's a very long story and I don't feel really good telling about all the details. Basically, I was driven to degenerate habits after ending with my ex that I let them mold my personality. I had a psychopath friend who used that to manipulate me, extorting my money and making me fight all my friends and my family. He convinced me to go to Colombia where a witch guy did a black magic ritual on me and other dreadful events, such as almost being killed by a cartel, happened. Arriving back on Brazil, I tried to go to a Spiritist center to take whatever was inside of me out, but ended up fighting an Uber driver who broke my finger and I broke his arm. Next day another Uber driver told me about parents and children relationship in the Bible and I decided to come back to the city of my parents to make amends with them. An aunt of mine was passing by the city and helped me go to the church. My mother convinced me of the evil my "friend" was doing to me and I decided that I needed to move from the town I was studying. I found there were open spots for transfer in an university 50 km from my parents' city and they were specific for the period I needed to do again, because I had failed the last semester due to partying. I didn't study anything and had the highest grade on the test. Alone and paranoid in a town I didn't know a single soul, I started praying the rosary every day and then I stabilized myself.
Everywhere I looked I saw the hand of God moving.

[Anonymous No.14235936]

>>14235881

The Bible teaches to accept punishment to become a better person.
Today I ask for punishment, no matter what, so that I may become stronger.

[Anonymous No.14235945]

>chase enlightenment for a decade
>practice asceticism
>grow as a person and as a soul
>genuinely catch glimpses of truth, and have near-religious epiphanies about the platonic unity of the True, the Good, the Beautiful
>jot down hundreds of notes for a lifelong spiritual quest after the seat of my own soul and the key to the logos
>one day, be browsing 4chan absent-mindendly, contemplating dianoia on the back of my mind
>see one pretty girl
>unconscious mind: "I SHOULD WOULD LIKE TO SMELL AND LICK HER ASS HOLE AFTER IT'S KIND OF SWEATY NOT TOO SWEATY BUT YOU KNOW LIKE A NORMAL DAY'S WORTH OF WALKING AROUND, PRETTY SURE I'D CUT OFF 2, MAYBE 3 OF MY FINGERS JUST TO LICK HER BREASTS FOR 30 SECONDS I WONDER IF SHE'D SIT ON MY PENIS IF I LITERALLY BEGGED HER??"
>realize I finally reached enlightenment after all those years

[Anonymous No.14236080]

>>14235936

>Better person
>Stronger

Closer to God. It's about him not us.

[Anonymous No.14236110]

>>14235765
I do think that. A decade after that I was messing around with friends during a drama lesson.
>doing a warm up game where we have to jump around.
>get another feeling in me, out of nowhere, to jump as far as I can towards my friend on the other side of the room
>do it
>land on my ankle funny
>hurt my calf really bad
>go to the doctor
>get it scanned
>find malignant tumour there
If I hadn't jumped I might be dead now. If God does have a plan for me can he clue me in because my life kinda sucks right now.

[Anonymous No.14236139]

>>14236110
See
>>14236080
And
>>14235881

Malignant tumours and STDs are God's scalpels which he uses to operate on our souls. I'm praying for you anon.

[Anonymous No.14236208]

>>14230518
I had an experience about a month ago where I felt at one with the universe, truly a part of spinoza’s God through meditating on the nature of being made from the same fundamental parts as everything else around, working up from the scale of myself, to my bedroom, then my house and it’s immediate surroundings, then beyond that to the city and the sea nearby to the whole globe, and then as part of a planet orbiting the sun going around the galaxy in an unimaginably huge universe, and despite being so small I am able to consider all these things, I was happy to be alive and be part of everything as I abstracted my thoughts from the human body I have. It lasted a few minutes and I’ve felt it again since then occasionally when meditating. I don’t know if it qualifies as religious or mystical though

[Anonymous No.14236210]

>>14235443
Thank you for sharing mate. You are very strong.

[Anonymous No.14236248]

>>14234579
Ive heard the buzzing combined with faint whispers. It actually felt very serene.

[Anonymous No.14236320]

>>14230518
When I read Paul's letter to Corinthians (chapter 2) I started crying. The flashbacks kicked in of me being a little kid and thinking that "there's got to be more to this life", about grandma teaching me to pray, about my struggle while growing up in a dysfunctional family and my struggle with the search of God in Eastern religions etc. I just broke down and felt, for the lack of better term, grace. Closest I have ever experienced the love God has for me.

[Anonymous No.14236395]

I got the 20000000 get on /pol/ that was john 14:6, no lie I felt God pressing post with me. Felt led to do it after I woke up at a weird time, happened to go on /pol/ and just posted

[Anonymous No.14237348]

Once after reading about the experiences of Padre Pio, specifically when he saw an unknown personage and felt immense fear, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around but no one was there. Immediately after I felt immense guilt, as if I had fallen into a black pit. The article on Pio included an image of the icon of Christ Pantokrator, and I happened to look at it. On doing so I felt an incredible terror and could not look Christ in the eye. It seemed like the weight of my sins bore me down to Hell.
I got out of my chair after a moment and prayed for mercy on my knees. After a time the pressure lifted, and I felt as if the invisible presence in the room heard me and quietly withdrew.

[Anonymous No.14237370]

Not me, but my mother. She wasn't feeling well one morning. Her body was fine and she had no fever or anything, but something in her mind just told her that it was better to take the day off. An intuition, I guess. Well, turns out that that very day, a team of terrorists came to her workplace and beheaded everyone there. She was the only survivor. To this day she sees it as a sign of God that allowed her to live.

[Anonymous No.14237377]

>tfw this thread is filled with unstable maniac and psychotic manchildren
"Mystical or religious experience"=cope

[Anonymous No.14237400]

>>14230518
No.

[Anonymous No.14237490]

>>14230518
I talked to Jesus while reading something on pluralism by Norman Malcolm I think. It might have been Merton though. He just sort of flew out from nowhere into my psyche and we had this vividly imagined conversation that I wasn't thinking about at all beforehand. Felt him float around the library. Dunno if it was real or not, but that's kind of the point i guess.

Had some others where I thought I died and my soul went to hell while tethered to my body when I was close to falling asleep but kind of sleep deprived from studying all night and having work that day.

Lots of mystical stuff from acid

Synchronicity almost every day

Every now and then a death demon succubus will have a conversation in my head. There's been lots of other women I guess too that are gone now. Pure fantasy, I can't tell if I'm having the conversation but then again, I gave up the "I" as being some one solid thing because I stopped treating the psyche as epiphenomenal. There's a lot I found you can do in the world of mental masturbation when you have so much mental uncertainty and societal conditioning mucking up your head.

I tried talking to God the Father a few times. Connection was not that strong. Did a ritual for the triple Goddess once, received at least one sign that spooked me good. Very old deity that one.

There's been a plethora of manic laughing, screeches, and abyssal noises coming from who knows where too. Usually occurs before sleep. I've had to record the bedroom several times to make sure sounds were real or imagined. Talking to the death succubus to protect me from them has had some success. She's like the spokesperson for Death itself.

I will see the Mysterium to it's end.

[Anonymous No.14237504]

im jealous of you guys because i know i will never experience any of this shit. my existence is so boring

[Anonymous No.14237523]

>>14232162
>Sometimes I hear very beautiful music when I'm trying to sleep.
Oh this happens to me too!!!!! I just make it up completely
I'm this person>>14237490

[Anonymous No.14237553]

>>14235379
It's all in your head.

[Anonymous No.14237564]

I once saw the ghost of a kid dressed in old clothes during midnight after waking up for no reason, I remember not being able to speak and feeling not scared at all. Up to this day I still believe it was some sort of Angel.

[Anonymous No.14237633]

>>14237377
Of course we are evil to you, as we are a privation of what you are. What values have sculpted your life anon? Do you live in the light? Perhaps of Scientism? The shelter of your parents? A beautiful woman that you feel as one with? That last option is the most magnificent, but it is not for the individual to be swept up by the life urge. We conform to our own examples, and you conform to those you do not see. Do you know what a psychotic is? A manic condition? Do you know what those words are? Or do they simply denote a general pejorative function?

[Anonymous No.14237654]

>>14230518
Took magic mushrooms and smoked a little weed once. Imagined life as a whole was acne medication for higher dimensional beings. The idea being that life eventually produces dyson spheres which encase the radiation expelled by stars. Once all the stars are covered up the higher dimensional being will be ready for the higher dimensional equivalent of prom.

I was also perfectly content with this notion. It felt both humbling and inspiring to be of some use to a god.

Still not convinced yet though.

[Anonymous No.14237673]

>>14237377
I will never apologize for believing there is still wonder in the world. I have been changed by a great myriad of things.

[Anonymous No.14237751]

>>14235443
Thank you for telling this story.

[Anonymous No.14237782]

>>14230518
The closest thing to anything mystical or religious I have is dreams, but I view them more as entertainment. Nothing particularly awe inspiring, and I feel pathetic when I think of them.

[Anonymous No.14237809]

I was taking a spelling test in 1st grade and I heard a powerful voice that I have never heard again and can't replicate via imagination call out to me. I looked around scared because I didn't know WTF that was. The teacher saw me act like that and asked what was wrong. I told her I heard someone tell me an answer. She said "maybe it was god"

The voice told me an answer that was correct. However I went with my gut and it was the only word I misspelled. I never heard the voice again and can't imagine it.

I'm not schizo, I'm almost 29 and have a wife, baby and a good career. If I am schizo somehow it hasn't affected my life or happiness. Did god call out to me and I rejected him? Am I faggot?