When I was a very young and lonely child, the signs of God were all around me. I heard His voice respond to questions I never knew I wanted answered. I saw Him in shapes and angels when they appeared in my room late at night. These helpers would take my hand and lead me to another world where everyone gave me attention. I thought God was showing me the path to a happy life whilst in my body on earth, but then things got out of control. The older I got the more sorrow I felt inside. It seemed like nobody understood or cared about me. I was teased and popular at the same time. I was loved by my family, but it was never enough to pull me through my depression. The more I stayed on earth the more homesick I became. At seven years of age, I was waiting desperately for a sign, and then it finally came.
The first rays of sunlight filtered into my bedroom and a pattern formed on my beige-coloured walls that can only be described as prison-cell issue. Configurations of gold and black lines creep slowly across my face and the intensity licks my eyes into a state of awareness. I momentarily regain lost enthusiasm.
Foremost on my mind is 'Flicker', our new television set. Flicker was made available by some kind of immaculate conception because it was too expensive in our household and came from mysterious means...
...In a moment of significance, God's spokesperson captures my full attention whilst I secretly wait for someone to rescue me from the drudgery I feel inside. Unnervingly, the preacher turns to me; the unbeliever, and focuses on my dejected soul. My heart skips a few beats and shame suddenly appears in my emotions, as if I was caught doing something bad. With my eyes glued to the man staring at me through the box on wheels, I pump irrational emotions through my psyche and trigger a response. A mutual telepathy takes place followed by critical words that help deliver a result. As with any perfect sales pitch, the fear of missing out always overrides logic. Especially when a life changing opportunity presents itself and comes with no obvious cost to the recipient. A gift is on offer in the form of unconditional acceptance of the suit, God, or is it Jesus? Being 'saved', which was an entirely new concept for me, is now foremost on my mind, regardless of who does the operation.
'If you are hurting with any kind of pain, simply put your hand on your television screen and have faith in Jesus Christ,' the voice spoke to me directly from a timber and glass box. 'Together we can expel those hurtful things from your body, and from your mind.'
I sit motionless whilst the power of empathy penetrates my forgotten soul and turns me inside out. It reveals all my inner secrets to this American stranger. Now that the soul hunter has my undivided attention, the prayers inside the God federation intensify in a chant-like manner. I expect nothing less than miracles to occur...
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