What's your spiritual experiences?

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Was just scrolling through fb reels and came across one about spiritual experiences. It got me thinking about mine and what others people have had. Would love to hear peoples experiences.

Mine is when my middle child was just 5 weeks old I was sat at my dads. I was sat on the floor infront of him with my baby on my lap whilst my eldest was on my dads lap. He spilt his water on his lap. Just as he did I heard a voice say he's going to die. I knew the voice was talking about my dad. A week later he passed from a heart attack. The voice was clear as day as if they were in the room with me.

That must be hard sensing all that

Oh wow I couldn't imagine what it would be like to see a ufo.

It's amazing how spirits can communicate with us. I would say the lights flickering/going out was a sign

I find when I'm trying to find signs I dont see them. Its when loved ones have been on my mind or I'm not really looking for signs that I see them

The Eternal God saved me when I was 11 years old. I was in my bedroom by myself, upset about something. I thought to myself: pray about it. I got on my knees to pray and for the first time ever the realisation came upon me that I had personally sinned against God - that He is altogether Holy and I am not - and so for the first time in my life I realised I was separated from Him because of my sin.

I thought: how could He possibly forgive me for the things I had done (when you have a realisation of the holiness of God you understand the exceeding sinfulness of sin, understanding how sinful, for example, the lies of an 11 year old child are in the sight of God), and I had a pervasive sense of my guilt before Him. But immediately the image of a spotless lamb came into my mind and I was reminded of how Jesus Christ, the Son of God, was sinless, and how His death on the cross was sufficient to pay for my sin, as my Substitute.

Another doubt immediately followed: if I pray will He even hear me, and straightaway a verse from the Bible came into my mind: Romans 10:13 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved'. I knew God IS Truth and cannot lie, and therefore if He makes such a promise He has to keep it. I prayed - believing in Christ's atonement made on my behalf, and repenting of sin and going my own way, not God's. And that was it: right then and there in a moment I was supernaturally born again of the Spirit of God without even fully realising, as an eleven year old, the full extent of what had happened.

He does not change. He is gracious. But He will judge sin. Come to Him. Today is a time when people have the opportunity to come, but that opportunity will not always be.

Spiritual experiences? God is so real that I would be lying if I were to write 'I believe' rather than 'I know'. It starts with belief, but then God proves Himself, not only of His being but then further: of His goodness, of His loving kindness, of His Word (the Bible), of His mercy, of His provision, of His continual care, of His patience, of His Omnipresence/Omniscience, etc.

If you want to know more read the Bible. I recommend starting in the Gospel of John, and reading the "Romans Road" Bible verses.

'ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart' Jeremiah 29:13

Oddly, it isn’t. I’ve always accepted it and seen it as a gift.

My experience is through a master reiki/ spiritual animal communicator that was able to tell me many, many things about my horse sover the years that they could not have found from social media, other liveries or guess work. All could be substantiated. The broken tooth (top at the back) was incredible as too was the headcollar my horse had instructed her to tell me not to allow anyone else use (horse insisted it was HIS headcollar, special to him and he didn't want others wearing it please) and I found out later that day it had been used a few days earlier by staff when the new livery hadn't left hers hanging on the fence! When he died I ensured I kept it and bought a new one for my next horse!

I sometimes get a strong scent of hyancinth when there's nothing near me that would be scented . Of course no-one else can smell it and all think it's my Covid sense of smell.

My mum loved flowers but knew I dislike lavender so it would be cruel to send me a waft of lavender if she had all the other choices !

If I was reading this by another op,I'd be like 'bullshit' but I swear it's true

Years and years ago,somebody bought (then aged about 9/10) a doll on a stand

It was a victorian style,green dress and hat and blonde ringlets

I hated that fucking doll-i hated going in her room as I could have sworn it's eyes followed me around the room

It had something 'nasty' about it (and this was about the time she started having nightmares and night terrors)

Anyway,a year or so later we moved house and my sister in law came round to help me pack while my mother had the kids

I wrapped the doll up in newspaper and sis-in-law dumped in at the bottom of the outside bin

(I would never have got rid of the kids possessions normally-this is how badly it creeped me out)

The official line to dd was 'it must have got lost in the move sweetie,ill see if I can find another to replace it' (she was happy enough with that)

About 6/7 months later,I was racing home from college,picking up the kids on the way home and when we got in,dd went to her room

Only to find that blasted doll sat on her bedside table or her window sill (I cant remember)

Nobody had been up to her room (sister in law hadn't been round in weeks,she was the only person that knew what I'd done and only the landlord had a key-he couldnt have done it as he didnt know a thing about it)

She was delighted,I was freaking out and I swear that doll was smirking

A few months after that,it vanished and we never saw it again

She remembers this bloody doll with fondness-i don't

I hated it

😮😮😮

That sounds freaky.
I hate old style dolls, its just something about them that gives off bad vibes

And my dad. A while after he died, I dreamed he was on a beach, radiantly healthy and suntanned, as he had been earlier in life, doing what he most loved. He came up to me and said, 'Isn't this marvellous?' and I woke up feeling far more peaceful about his death which had been in very difficult circumstances due to Covid restrictions.

I also had a shamanic journey where I met him looking hunched and miserable in a chair by a fire in a huge library. He wouldn't speak to me. Then his parents, who were very cruel to him in his childhood - he was estranged from them - turned up and I told them they now had to be loving towards him or it would never end. They sat either side of him and he became a small boy, who they cuddled and read stories to, then they left with him between them, holding his hands.

@Optimisticdramalarma Your story made me go woah. How creepy. I have so many stories that if someone told me, I would call bullshit on but they happened to me….Even on this thread I told one I consider more believable than some of my others.

They don't normally bother me-they are just plastic or pot bodies in a dress

This thing was evil-i can't remember who bought it for her,but I could feel the vibes from it

She started having nightmares/night terrors when it came into the house and they stopped when we binned it

Of course they came back once it was back and stopped when it vanished again

It got to the point I couldn't go into her room (id get sis in law to come with me if i needed to hoover or tidy up) and I hated being home alone with it upstairs

I'll never forget how my blood ran cold when she came racing downstairs with it in her hand

I know I binned it,I wrapped it in newspaper and slammed the lid before we drove away

That literally sounds like something from a horror movie. That must have been terrifying

It was
She loved this doll and I was frightened of it
I would never have got rid without her permission normally (my mother would bin everything that mattered so I made a pact never to do that to my own dc)
I broke that pact over this doll
My sis in law couldn't believe it when I rang to ask if she'd played a joke and that it wasn't funny
She wasn't the type of person to pull it out of the bin,plant it in dds room (she didn't have a key-only the landlord did and they didnt know each other) and walk away laughing (she's waaayyy too straight laced)
Plus,she only ever came round when we where in-she never had my copy of the keys
I'll never know but I was terrified at the time
I half expect it to show up in my bedroom over 20 years on (I moved over 100 miles away,10 years ago)

I swear it happened

I did say that if I read it on here,I'd be like 'bollocks love,you have a good imagination'

I swear to god it happened and I was terrified

I never saw it again once it had gone but half expect it to show up in my new house

I'm burning the house down with that doll in it if it does

I cant explain it-it watched me if I was in her room,I could feel it if I was at home alone and I swear it had a 'smug' vibe

I'm still freaked out over it,dp couldn't be less 'woo' if he tried and doesn't believe me but dd told him the same story (I wasn't in the room) but from the point of view 'I loved that doll...'

I hated it

My mum was in a hospice with cancer. She had already slipped into a “coma” so we knew the end was nigh.

I rang my dad after work that day at 4.30pm and he said the nurses said she could go on like this for days.

Took ds to his sports training, popped to the supermarket and returned and was watching him.

About 20 minutes later I felt unsettled. Can’t put my finger on it but I was extremely restless. Spent the next hour getting up and pacing around and at 7.01 I looked up at the digital clock, looked at ds who’s coach was stood next to him giving words of encouragement and remember thinking “he’s going to be ok”. (DS is disabled with a neuro degenerative condition).

6 minutes my dad called to say mum died at - yes - 7.01.

My step mum did the same, threw away everything that mattered to me. Now I always ask my kids if they want the item before throwing it away or giving it to charity.

Sorry to hear that.
I had similar with my sister in the sense of looking at the clock the exact time something happened to her. It was about 14 years ago. I was at work looked at the clock at the exact time my sister gave birth to my niece knowing she had given birth before she said anything.

I worked in palliative care and often when people are dying they ‘see’ family members coming to collect them.

Ive heard this quite a few times. I think its lovely that they see them again, it must bring so much peace to them

Yes it is, and I hope someone comes for me 🥹

Same to be honest, i like to hope my dad would, I was such a daddy's girl

My grandmother was ill with a virus but everyone thought just a bad cold nothing serious. The last time I saw her I was about 12 and my dad used to beep the horn to pick me up, would not come in the house as parents divorced ( this was my mums mum). Anyway he beeped the horn and id usually just say bye and run out but this time a voice said go and give her a hug and tell her you love her , and so I did. Never saw her again she died a week later.

Ok it has occurred to me it could be confirmatory bias, what if she had lived and I hadn't remembered this. But I like to think it was intuition/ sixth sense

The last thing I said to DHs grandad was "Look after yourself" he died that night. We were visiting MIL for FILs funeral and as we were leaving I went to say to her "Look after yourself" and I thought no don't say that or you'll never see her again. She died later that week. She was ill but she had been ill for a long time and we weren't expectng to lose her but she just didn't want to carry on without her DH and died in the same ward he died on just 6 weeks earlier.