you will probably think I'm schizo....

My parents moved into a beautiful but very old home when I was 4 years old. Shortly after moving in, I and my 2 brothers shared one very large bedroom. My youngest brother was still a baby in a crib. My parents went out of town and my grandmother came to stay with us. My baby brother was in bed and my brother and I were going to sleep with grandma in my parent's bed. She took us upstairs, opened the bedroom door and we saw the black shadow of a man run across the room. My grandmother immediately shut the door and took us back downstairs. We kept asking "grandma, is that a burglar?" I don't know what she thought it was because she didn't call the police, but, instead returned back upstairs by herself and left us on the couch. She came back down a short time later and told us it was nothing and proceeded to put us to bed.

Not long after (timeline is fuzzy as I was so young) I awoke one night to see these black "arms" coming up from under my bed, on both sides of the bed. I didn't know what it was and I was absolutely terrified. My older brother was experiencing the same exact thing in his bed. We both began screaming for my dad, but no one came. I became so terrified, I could not move, I was paralyzed with fear. Out of this fear came anger and I yelled "get out of here!" and the "arms" went away. I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't go to sleep. What was happening? Then I saw a group of people surrounding my baby brother's crib. It looked as though one of the people was seated and the rest were standing. They were talking amongst themselves, but I couldn't hear a sound, all I could see was their mouths moving. From Sunday school, I recognized the seated man as Jesus. They went from bed to bed to bed all night (I never went back to sleep) and they disappeared when daylight came. My brother and I ran downstairs and told my dad what had happened and my brother said he saw Jesus, too. My dad laughed and said we were dreaming. My brother refused to talk about it anymore and denied the experience.......until many, many years later. Unfortunately, I was tortured by this "bad thing" in the house until I was a teenager. I never told anyone as I knew no one would believe me. My friends hated staying the night at my house as they experienced similar things and saw "things." Later in life I questioned whether or not it was my "imagination."

When I was giving birth to my son, things went from bad to worse. They had to do emergency C-section as they were losing both of us. After being put under, I had a "dream" where Jesus came to me and asked if I would give my life for another. I never hesitated in my answer - yes.

Years later, in a miserable abusive marriage, I was at my wits end. I studied every religion I could get my hands on looking for peace. One day, at the end of my rope, I implored to be shown that something actually existed - I was hit and filled by this incredible white light that actually threw me back physically. There was my answer.

FF to many years later. Parents now elderly and living in same house all these years. They, too, reported weird experiences periodically even as skeptical as they were. They couldn't deny bread flying across the room and electronics turning themselves on. My older brother and I moved back home in order to keep my dad out of a nursing home when he was dying. I tried sleeping upstairs and couldn't. My dog would pace all night long keeping me awake. As dad got worse, things started happening to everyone in the house. My brother was lying on the living room floor by himself watching TV in the middle of the night. Someone walked right up to him (floors creak loud) and when he looked up, there was no one there. My husband was slapped in the back walking out of the kitchen - he thought it was my son, but when he turned around, there was no one there. My son was playing on the computer one morning and came and woke me up because someone kept walking up and down the stairs - there was no one up there. My father was still able to sit up but just days away from death when one evening he kept screaming "get away from me, stop pushing me!" My mother and I were on each side of the bed trying to calm him. We saw him get shoved really hard - by what? We couldn't see anything but his body flying back. I started praying really hard in my head and demanded whatever was torturing my father to leave. My mother left the room and I lit candles and put my St Michael medal on my father. I said St. Michael's prayer as well as prayers for protection. My father relaxed and peacefully went to sleep. There were no more incidents after that and my father died wearing my St. Michael's medal. I am not Catholic but I believe in St. Michael as well as the power of prayer.

I believe in a lot of things that don't follow any single path. I have had too many supernatural experiences to deny the existence of something beyond what we can "see."

I end every prayer with "in Jesus Christ's name, amen." I've tried to explore other religions, but cannot for the life of me stop ending my prayers that way. I am still trying to find my path. I don't care if anyone thinks I'm crazy. I have witnesses to many of these experiences including total skeptics. I guess my religion is doing what I feel is right and trying not to hurt anyone in any way. I am not always successful, but, I will continue to try. I don't trust politicians to determine what is the "right" religion.

• I just need to say this...(long post) - MT
  • Another side of the coin..... - sm
    • I definitely don't base it JUST on morals - OP
      • you will probably think I'm schizo.... - sm
        • Are you saying Obama was - twaddle
          • hahahahaha! - sm
          • we are having a mature discussion - OP
            • a "mature" discussion about - twaddle
              • you misunderstood........ - sm
              • If that is all you got out of this discussion, please, do bow out. - OP
        • I don't think your schizo - OP
          • I know exactly what you mean.... - sm
            • The only thing I can suggest - OP
              • I would like to suggest a book..... - sm
              • Thanks! - sm
                • Definitely - OP
  • Thank you for your honesty and join you in your prayer. nm - sam
  • Thanks for the post. - Kaydie
    • Can't you still write in your vote for someone else? - I hate to see someone not vote..sm
      • I wish we could - OP
        • I know a lot of people think that, about lesser - of 2 evils, but I can't vote that way. sm
          • 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste'. - Unfortunately, - RELIGIONOPATHY has struck again.
            • Religionopathy? Can you explain what you mean? - OP
              • 'Re-lig-ion-o-path-y': A pathological dependence - on a single belief, or the words
                • Riiggghhhttt.... - OP
          • lady, get OVER the - twaddle
    • Hi Kaydie - OP
  • Thank you for saying things that I have - another oldtimer
    • Thoughtful post. What bothers me is that religious - right is judged a lot as "fanatic".not fair.
      • Unfortunately, too many of them ARE. - It's not something anyone made up.
        • There are fanatics in any group - OP

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