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emeraldmist20
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Hello all, I am new to the community and I have been reading a lot of threads and there is so many great people on here. I’d like to share a story/experience.
I was baptized Catholic but had never gone through the rites. My family just was not involved in the church. The past two years I have come to my catholic faith and now attending RCIA.
There have been a few moments in my life where I have literally felt the touch of God. Both were during some very difficult times. Although as I have thought more about it lately, I believe one instance I was praying in a small chaplet, in St Augustine Basilica, for Mary, I believe it must have been her loving arms around me that I felt that day.
Recently I believe I have experienced a sort of vision, just a few months ago. I was dreaming, and it was dark and I was running endlessly, trying to find my family, daughter, husband, etc…All of a sudden, there was an area of light, and there was a man in nondescript whitish clothes. In the dream, I was feeling great anxiety and terror and then I was called to this person and I no longer cared about anything but being with this person. When I finally reached him, I was flying away from the dream and I had never felt so much joy and peace in my life as I did then. I knew that everything is okay and I was where I was supposed to be. I felt like the Light was bursting through me.
Then just as quickly, I woke up, as if thrown out of my dream. I was immediately aware that I had just been in the presence of Christ, and for the next few days, just the remembrance of the peace and love I felt would make me cry.
A few months later, I had a horrible nightmare, the worst ever in my life, and I’ve had some bad ones. In this nightmare, I deliberately planned and then murdered my sister and brother. Very gory. As soon as it was done, I felt like I woke up and realized what I had done and became hysterical at what I had done. There was no premise, no story to go along with these actions.
I woke up and instantly aware, as if I had been thrown out of my dream again. At first I couldn’t understand what I had just dreamed. Then the horror came back and I started crying as if I truly felt the death and grief of regret at what I had done. My husband woke up and tried to comfort me, but all I could do was bawl my eyes out.
The idea of visions sounds very Hollywood to me, sometimes I still have a hard time accepting, for lack of a better word, the magic of God’s divinity and our spiritual journey. But I know abosolutley, Christ made sure I knew it was him and he had been with me that night.
But I had no such clarity of my nightmare; for a long time, I believed it was something broken inside my spirit. So I tried to banish it to the fogs of my memory, but no such luck. Then something my mother said to me yesterday, gave me a kind of Ah Ha moment when I receive insight into my spiritual path. We are having very difficult times and it seems the harder I pray, the more goes wrong. And she said, It is not God that isn’t helping me or answering my prayers, it is the devil who is punishing us for our faith, And just like that, my doubt in God vanished as I lay the blame squarely where it belonged and I renewed my faith in God more than ever before. It is this that has brought me to the thought that while my dream of Christ was wholly divine, so was my nightmare evil punishment.
One of the great fears that has held me back for so long in coming to my faith, is that the closer I got to God, the more vulnerable I became to the devil’s attacks. It is still a great fear. Actually, I feel like turning all the lights on in the house and go lay with my mother, lol.
I am interested in hearing what others have to say, have you had a similar experience?
I was baptized Catholic but had never gone through the rites. My family just was not involved in the church. The past two years I have come to my catholic faith and now attending RCIA.
There have been a few moments in my life where I have literally felt the touch of God. Both were during some very difficult times. Although as I have thought more about it lately, I believe one instance I was praying in a small chaplet, in St Augustine Basilica, for Mary, I believe it must have been her loving arms around me that I felt that day.
Recently I believe I have experienced a sort of vision, just a few months ago. I was dreaming, and it was dark and I was running endlessly, trying to find my family, daughter, husband, etc…All of a sudden, there was an area of light, and there was a man in nondescript whitish clothes. In the dream, I was feeling great anxiety and terror and then I was called to this person and I no longer cared about anything but being with this person. When I finally reached him, I was flying away from the dream and I had never felt so much joy and peace in my life as I did then. I knew that everything is okay and I was where I was supposed to be. I felt like the Light was bursting through me.
Then just as quickly, I woke up, as if thrown out of my dream. I was immediately aware that I had just been in the presence of Christ, and for the next few days, just the remembrance of the peace and love I felt would make me cry.
A few months later, I had a horrible nightmare, the worst ever in my life, and I’ve had some bad ones. In this nightmare, I deliberately planned and then murdered my sister and brother. Very gory. As soon as it was done, I felt like I woke up and realized what I had done and became hysterical at what I had done. There was no premise, no story to go along with these actions.
I woke up and instantly aware, as if I had been thrown out of my dream again. At first I couldn’t understand what I had just dreamed. Then the horror came back and I started crying as if I truly felt the death and grief of regret at what I had done. My husband woke up and tried to comfort me, but all I could do was bawl my eyes out.
The idea of visions sounds very Hollywood to me, sometimes I still have a hard time accepting, for lack of a better word, the magic of God’s divinity and our spiritual journey. But I know abosolutley, Christ made sure I knew it was him and he had been with me that night.
But I had no such clarity of my nightmare; for a long time, I believed it was something broken inside my spirit. So I tried to banish it to the fogs of my memory, but no such luck. Then something my mother said to me yesterday, gave me a kind of Ah Ha moment when I receive insight into my spiritual path. We are having very difficult times and it seems the harder I pray, the more goes wrong. And she said, It is not God that isn’t helping me or answering my prayers, it is the devil who is punishing us for our faith, And just like that, my doubt in God vanished as I lay the blame squarely where it belonged and I renewed my faith in God more than ever before. It is this that has brought me to the thought that while my dream of Christ was wholly divine, so was my nightmare evil punishment.
One of the great fears that has held me back for so long in coming to my faith, is that the closer I got to God, the more vulnerable I became to the devil’s attacks. It is still a great fear. Actually, I feel like turning all the lights on in the house and go lay with my mother, lol.
I am interested in hearing what others have to say, have you had a similar experience?
about it …he would be able to direct you .don’t forget that dreams can be messages ,lets not forget about Joseph’s and his dreams, so go and have a chat with you parish priest .
It does seem to me that this is my battle ground for now, as I am in a cycle of grace and tribulation. I expect more so as I will be receiving my confirmation on Easter Vigil and my daughter will also be baptized.