Well if not attack the faithful, who else would evil spirits try to bring down?
I actually have a good experience, nothing like seeing bright lights or even black blobs of such, but
nonethe less it was very important to me. Eventually brought about my conversion as well.
My Mother died when I was only 2 years old, and I feel to cope with this, I was able to see her
on occassion and hear her voice when I was growing up. By the age of fifteen I hadn't seen her in around four years
and so I naturally thought that I was just seeing things or something. However, I began taking the missionary discussions and about a week after the final one, my Grandmother who had been like a mother to me my whole life, fell on the ground grasping at her chest.
We took her to the hospital and she was diagnosed with an aeortic anerism. And she was going to die within a matter of days. I was completely distraught. Having lost my Mother, and also a very close Aunt only two years before that, both to car crashes.
As I was sitting in the hospital waiting room I looked up at two empty chairs and I just knew that my Mother and my aunt were there. I told them to go away because I didn't need their sympathy, and that was when I heard their voices and saw their faces. They both told me that they werent there for me, they were there for her.
THe following day, my Grandmother died at 2:30 in the morning.
I remember waking up and looking at the clock at exactly 2:33 am, and I felt a comfort, and then I physically felt someone hugging me, and I smelled my Grandmothers perfume. It was her, I know it. So I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
The nurse came in to check on her at 3:30am, and found her dead. They called us at 4:00 that morning.
The last encounter I had with any of them, was with my mother in late December of that same year when I was praying about the church late one night. I awoke and there she was, right in front of me. We talked about well, anything that old friends or very close Mothers and daughters would talk about before I asked her about the church. She told me that I already knew the answer, and that I needed to hurry. She told me that I needed to do her temple work because even though she had been dead for over ten years, it had still not been done. I agreed and was babtized a month later. Later on when our youth group was going to the newly built temple, I looked up for the information I needed to do my Mother's work. It turned out that my Great Grandmother had already done my Mom's work, about two years after she died. I didn't know what to think, so I prayed again that night, and she came to me once more.
I said, "I don't understand, is there a mistake in the records." She said, "No, the records are correct. My work was done in July of 1988." I asked her then, "Then why?" She told me, "Jessi, are you a member of the Lds Church, do you have a temple recomend and are you worthy to enter the house of God?" I said "Yes." She then said to me, "Then don't worry about how you got there, just be grateful that you are."
So when people ask me why I joined the church, I jokingly tell them that my dead mother tricked me into it.
