Spiritual Manifestations Good And Bad

[Guest jackvance88]

i'm just wondering who here has had some kind of spiritual manifestation involving the the first five senses, eyes and ears preferably, and the nature of those manifestations, whether good or bad.

has anyone seen and/or conversed with god, the savior, an angel, a spirit, an evil spirit, satan etc?

might as well begin with me: i was attacked by "an evil spirt" (my interpretation obviously, couldv'e been a trick of the mind or freak weather condition i suppose) when i was 18. it looked like a fat dark misty blob, about 8 feet in height and about 4 feet wide. it appeared at the foot of my bed one evening as i was reading, wait for it . . . the book of mormon, believe it or not ("not!" they cry, but that's how it was). anyway, it kind of moved onto the bed and as it moved it pushed me up against the wall behind my bed. it was really powerful. i tried to yell or shout or whatever, but couldn't even move my tongue. eventually, i just pushed and pushed until i escaped its grasp and ran out of the house and into the back yard. when i went back into my room, it was gone. that was 10 years ago, and has happened about 15 times since.

my mother tells me that the same has happened to her on a few occasions. she has also seen her father twice since he died.

[shanstress70]

That sounds scary as heck! No, I have never experienced anything of the sort, and hope I never do - good or bad! I am fascinated by accounts like this though.

[Guest GOD'S ARMY]

I have not had an experience like that good or bad. I have had strong undeniable impressions though. Was this a particularly significant time in your life? What I mean is, was this a time when you were maybe less than faithful and seeking that affirmation. For me I felt more conflicting within myself during those periods. I felt very high highs and low lows. I pressed through it and righteousness has won......for now. I am not complacent in that though because the minute I am I know I will be tried and I must be ready for it.

[Guest jackvance88]

Originally posted by GOD'S ARMY@Aug 19 2004, 11:29 AM

I have not had an experience like that good or bad. I have had strong undeniable impressions though. Was this a particularly significant time in your life? What I mean is, was this a time when you were maybe less than faithful and seeking that affirmation. For me I felt more conflicting within myself during those periods. I felt very high highs and low lows. I pressed through it and righteousness has won......for now. I am not complacent in that though because the minute I am I know I will be tried and I must be ready for it.

no, actually, it was a time of my life when i was more faithful than i ever have been before or since. i guess that "may" be significant.

[Guest GOD'S ARMY]

Originally posted by jackvance88@Aug 19 2004, 01:34 PM

no, actually, it was a time of my life when i was more faithful than i ever have been before or since. i guess that "may" be significant.

Now that I think of it, that is another time when that kind of thing happened to me. Strange how that works.

[AmazonWolves]

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.

[DisRuptive1]

My grandpa (non-mormon) has smoked about two cigarettes a day ever since he was 13. Eventually around his 70s all that smoke started causing problems, mainly with his liver. I don't know all the details as it was a couple years ago but it eventually led him to the point where we knew he was dieing. It got so bad that the doctors gave him about two to three weeks. As he used to volunteer for hospice he took advantage of their services and he was transported back to his house where he remained laying down in his chair in the den. After about a week he went into a coma or something. He never woke up but he kept breathing. The next few days my mom and my grandma stayed with him and I came to visit him too along with my brother. The people closest to him were all in that room. We watched him take his last breath and then he stopped breathing. About a minute later, after he had not taken another breath, both of his arms raised straight into the air, held there for a few seconds, and then collapsed down. That's the only significant thing that's happened to me.