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goldensun
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The only reason i ask this is because over time its been constantly bugging me and i want to stop thinking back on it.
I often doubt myself about whether it was a real experience or just a figment of my imagination, but honestly i feel as though it was legitimate because of the unforgettable peace i feel when i reflect back on it.
Basically what happened was one night about a few years ago while i was sleeping i was tempted in a dream to lust (i wont get into specifics). Often while i am dreaming i realize its just a dream, and at this point i recognised it as such. Ive struggled with habits of viewing pornography, and masturbation for many years and and in my dream i refused it let it take that direction.
Immediately my dream stopped, i felt this incredible rage just wash over me in waves of hate and anger and my ears seemed to fill with this roaring noise. I opened my eyes in the darkness and this black form that was darker than the night was over me, and i became terrified. I felt it start attacking me and slowly started to feel my sternum crack and buckle under this incredible weight that just came over me. I remember the pain as i could literally feel my ribs and skull start to crush. I couldn’t get up because of it, but i remember moving my head to look over at my mum who happened to be sleeping across the room that night and trying to scream at her but my vocal chords felt crushed so my voice came out as almost a whisper, and it hurt to go on.
So at this point my mind was only filled with the terror of it all, i wasnt thinking about God at all when i thought to myself “Oh my god im dying”. This is one of my bad habits, i say God’s name in vain daily and each time i do it i always scold myself, cause im trying to stop that habit. But at that moment it reminded me of God and a image of Jesus and the Eucharist filled my mind and it was like a light just bursting into my mind and though i was still in pain, and i could still feel the crushing and rage emanating from this presence over me, this incredible peace and love and joy filled me.
I thought to myself that i am about to die in mortal sin (cause at that time it had been months since my last confession), but i thought to myself trust in God and His mercy, and i felt the love within me grow as my mind just filled with this image of Jesus. Like, i cant even describe it to be exact it was just so amazing.
After that i felt this numb buzzing sensation come over me and i felt air fill my lungs again and i cant really describe it but i felt with that first breath my lungs and chest expanded and my bones popped back into place.
The rest of the night i felt so ecstatic with joy and peace i started praying and praising God, at one point i fell asleep but the next morning i decided not to tell my mum, so that i wouldn’t freak her out- but mostly so i wouldn’t have to tell her about my temptation in the first place.
Today, because of the Grace of God i have no longer struggle with temptations to do with lust. Im over that and im trying to improve myself in other ways, but i keep thinking back to that moment. Like, do you think i should have told a priest, or someone? Because so far ive just kept it to myself. Like it took me years to finally break free from that vice.
I really just want to get an outsiders opinions. Like do you think what happened to me was legit or just a figment of my imagination? I guess thats why im scared of telling people haha
I often doubt myself about whether it was a real experience or just a figment of my imagination, but honestly i feel as though it was legitimate because of the unforgettable peace i feel when i reflect back on it.
Basically what happened was one night about a few years ago while i was sleeping i was tempted in a dream to lust (i wont get into specifics). Often while i am dreaming i realize its just a dream, and at this point i recognised it as such. Ive struggled with habits of viewing pornography, and masturbation for many years and and in my dream i refused it let it take that direction.
Immediately my dream stopped, i felt this incredible rage just wash over me in waves of hate and anger and my ears seemed to fill with this roaring noise. I opened my eyes in the darkness and this black form that was darker than the night was over me, and i became terrified. I felt it start attacking me and slowly started to feel my sternum crack and buckle under this incredible weight that just came over me. I remember the pain as i could literally feel my ribs and skull start to crush. I couldn’t get up because of it, but i remember moving my head to look over at my mum who happened to be sleeping across the room that night and trying to scream at her but my vocal chords felt crushed so my voice came out as almost a whisper, and it hurt to go on.
So at this point my mind was only filled with the terror of it all, i wasnt thinking about God at all when i thought to myself “Oh my god im dying”. This is one of my bad habits, i say God’s name in vain daily and each time i do it i always scold myself, cause im trying to stop that habit. But at that moment it reminded me of God and a image of Jesus and the Eucharist filled my mind and it was like a light just bursting into my mind and though i was still in pain, and i could still feel the crushing and rage emanating from this presence over me, this incredible peace and love and joy filled me.
I thought to myself that i am about to die in mortal sin (cause at that time it had been months since my last confession), but i thought to myself trust in God and His mercy, and i felt the love within me grow as my mind just filled with this image of Jesus. Like, i cant even describe it to be exact it was just so amazing.
After that i felt this numb buzzing sensation come over me and i felt air fill my lungs again and i cant really describe it but i felt with that first breath my lungs and chest expanded and my bones popped back into place.
The rest of the night i felt so ecstatic with joy and peace i started praying and praising God, at one point i fell asleep but the next morning i decided not to tell my mum, so that i wouldn’t freak her out- but mostly so i wouldn’t have to tell her about my temptation in the first place.
Today, because of the Grace of God i have no longer struggle with temptations to do with lust. Im over that and im trying to improve myself in other ways, but i keep thinking back to that moment. Like, do you think i should have told a priest, or someone? Because so far ive just kept it to myself. Like it took me years to finally break free from that vice.
I really just want to get an outsiders opinions. Like do you think what happened to me was legit or just a figment of my imagination? I guess thats why im scared of telling people haha