What happened to me?

[Dream]

One day, Twenty years ago, I was in prayer but transitioned to a sort of meditation, and I sustained stillness and supreme joy for some seconds meditating on the goodness of God, love of God, something like that. The goodness of goodness, right of right, love of love are things that we cannot measure; and I think meditating on them did something to me to open my mind. In those moments long ago it seems I had a psychic experience. I connected with something big and amazing and received some communication about the future and the present. Part of what was said didn't make sense, but the future part came true. I assumed it was God I reached, but the experience wasn't what I expected and I'm still not sure whom I connected with. That's why I didn't do it again, because at the time I thought things ought to happen a certain way. I may not have connected with God but with someone else who was engaged in the same meditation, possibly more than one person. It was unforgettable and time apparently was no barrier as information was not limited to the present moment, but it was limited by my attention span and very little was said. Has anybody else ever experienced this?

 

[seattlegal]

Hmm, whenever these sorts of things happen, it's a good idea to ask yourself: "Could this have been a product of my mind?"

 

[NiceCupOfTea]

no.

but i have had some pretty sensational spiritual experiences. these things come and go and best not to cling to them or try and define them apparently.

 

[luecy7]

Oh come on, it was not from meditating.

 

[luecy7]

Hmm, whenever these sorts of things happen, it's a good idea to ask yourself: "Could this have been a product of my mind?"

So rather than meditate to eliminate those alleged hallucinations / communications, you prescribe some mindful, conscious use of the brain? Outstanding.

 

[wil]

Good stuff Dream.

I've only had moments of bliss, numerous times throughout life, where something was going on that typically shouldn't, wouldn't induce bliss yet there it was, joy overflowing, incredible comfort, followed by something that was of a concern a moment ago...no longer a concern, and as it played out....I watched the object of concern either melt away or never appear.

Fewer times than those I've had moments of lucidity that I could not put into words when I 'returned'. Sometimes these occur during meditation, other times they occured in the form of meditation we call 'day dreaming'.

I can't address your situation, but do look forward to the discussion.

 

[Dream]

Thanks for the feedback.

Hmm, whenever these sorts of things happen, it's a good idea to ask yourself: "Could this have been a product of my mind?"

I appreciate your saying so. It may be impossible to communicate telepathically, and it is impossible to know the future. The communication about the future was not strictly a prediction but an awareness to look for an occupational opportunity that would appear two days following. A stranger approached me with a job offer. I don't know truly if I received a prediction or caused the job offer to happen, but something did happen. Did my awareness of an opportunity create the job offer? I don't know. Does it matter that the employer turned out to be psychic, someone who would pray in a way similar to what I've described?

Oh come on, it was not from meditating.

More emotional than meditation, less disciplined but also not without discipline. I was conscious, not drugged and not exhausted, not sitting or standing. I was believing, however.

but i have had some pretty sensational spiritual experiences. these things come and go and best not to cling to them or try and define them apparently.

That sounds like good advice. I think that what got me to dig it up again was a couple of the threads recently started including Gatekeeper's one about thinking too much and also IowaGuy's first post.

I've only had moments of bliss, numerous times throughout life, where something was going on that typically shouldn't, wouldn't induce bliss yet there it was, joy overflowing, incredible comfort, followed by something that was of a concern a moment ago...no longer a concern, and as it played out....I watched the object of concern either melt away or never appear.

Fewer times than those I've had moments of lucidity that I could not put into words when I 'returned'. Sometimes these occur during meditation, other times they occured in the form of meditation we call 'day dreaming'.

As far as I know, no drugs were involved, although the carpet may have been drugged. Word to the wise: Bring your own prayer carpet. (BYOPC).

I can't address your situation, but do look forward to the discussion.

Thanks! The reason I dont think drugs were involved is that I was in the same room for over an hour, and I remained conscious and did not feel any nausea or munchies or anything like that. Also I'd prayed there several times before with no peculiar effect. The only difference was the way that I was praying.

 

[luecy7]

It may be impossible to communicate telepathically, and it is impossible to know the future.

Why do you say, impossible?

 

[seattlegal]

Thanks for the feedback.

I appreciate your saying so. It may be impossible to communicate telepathically, and it is impossible to know the future. The communication about the future was not strictly a prediction but an awareness to look for an occupational opportunity that would appear two days following. A stranger approached me with a job offer. I don't know truly if I received a prediction or caused the job offer to happen, but something did happen. Did my awareness of an opportunity create the job offer? I don't know. Does it matter that the employer turned out to be psychic, someone who would pray in a way similar to what I've described?

I don't know, Dream. How did that particular job go?

As far as I know, no drugs were involved, although the carpet may have been drugged. Word to the wise: Bring your own prayer carpet. (BYOPC).
Thanks! The reason I dont think drugs were involved is that I was in the same room for over an hour, and I remained conscious and did not feel any nausea or munchies or anything like that. Also I'd prayed there several times before with no peculiar effect. The only difference was the way that I was praying.

Hey, if it worked out well for everyone, good. However, as ANCoT pointed out, it's prolly best not to get attached to it or obssess over it. Just be thankful for the blessings.

 

[pseudonymous]

Sometimes I think it pays to not try and define or label your experiences that are transpersonal. It is enough that you got to witness it - unlike most of the population. Maybe in letting it go like this, it invites more experiences coming to you. I found that not attaching to the highs or the lows becomes a very beneficial space to have good discernment. Blessings...

 

[Dream]

I don't know, Dream. How did that particular job go?

It lasted a few years until I moved out of the area. The pay was good for someone like myself, and it helped pay for school. It was a good job.

these things come and go and best not to cling to them or try and define them apparently.

Let me write this down in case I forget my thought process: I once heard someone say that control is an illusion, and I didn't understand what they meant until now. The real appears real and consistent for periods but not always. Any regularity has exceptions. To feel we exist we must exert control, but we actually cannot get control. Consistency is inconsistent, control elusive; so we can never confirm our sense of existing through control. Striving for control is striving to exist, which is pointless since either we exist or we don't. So 'Clinging' or labeling or getting attached is what you are calling the effort to confirm existence through getting control. Perhaps you feel that existence is itself our perception of control. If I seek to understand my experience by labeling it, then I have the illusion of controlling it. You're saying its better to let it go.

 

[Saltmeister]

You're saying its better to let it go.

Maybe letting go is a way of controlling. You control what you do with it. You choose to let go. You control your sense of attachment or detachment to something. You release whatever it is you are letting go, and the process of letting go is something under your control, a part of your reality of which you have not "let go."

Actually the "letting go" of the process (in contrast to the process of letting go) happens after you have finished "letting go," when you take a step back, see that you have achieved your goal, that it is "over and done with" and relax and think about something else (or go to sleep).

 

[Saltmeister]

Sometimes I think it pays to not try and define or label your experiences that are transpersonal. It is enough that you got to witness it - unlike most of the population. Maybe in letting it go like this, it invites more experiences coming to you. I found that not attaching to the highs or the lows becomes a very beneficial space to have good discernment. Blessings...

How wonderful life would be if we didn't have to use words to express our experiences ......

mmmmmmmmmmm aaaahhahahhhhhhhhhh zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ccccccchhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkk

 

[seattlegal]

It lasted a few years until I moved out of the area. The pay was good for someone like myself, and it helped pay for school. It was a good job.

Let me write this down in case I forget my thought process: I once heard someone say that control is an illusion, and I didn't understand what they meant until now. The real appears real and consistent for periods but not always. Any regularity has exceptions. To feel we exist we must exert control, but we actually cannot get control. Consistency is inconsistent, control elusive; so we can never confirm our sense of existing through control. Striving for control is striving to exist, which is pointless since either we exist or we don't. So 'Clinging' or labeling or getting attached is what you are calling the effort to confirm existence through getting control. Perhaps you feel that existence is itself our perception of control. If I seek to understand my experience by labeling it, then I have the illusion of controlling it. You're saying its better to let it go.

Welcome to the realm of wu wei.

 

[Dream]

Maybe letting go is a way of controlling.

Good idea, gets me thinking more. I cannot fully let go either, so it is the illusion of letting go. It isn't my nature to fully let go, in other words, nor is it my nature to have control.

Welcome to the realm of wu wei.

Thanks for pointing this. I followed a link over and read a summary of Taoism.

 

[Prasanam]

I experienced that kind of point of view. For the soul there is no time, no past, no futur, just the present moment. It's why, when we meditate, sometimes we see from the point of view of the soul and we can grab some information that you mind can't understand, it's more like a feeling.
When we come back in our body, with our limited perceptions, our mind put some word ans image on our feeling and we can communicate what we felt, but it's almost always inadequate

 

[Dream]

[QUOTE="Prasanam",]I experienced that kind of point of view. For the soul there is no time, no past, no futur, just the present moment. It's why, when we meditate, sometimes we see from the point of view of the soul and we can grab some information that you mind can't understand, it's more like a feeling.
When we come back in our body, with our limited perceptions, our mind put some word ans image on our feeling and we can communicate what we felt, but it's almost always inadequate [/QUOTE] Its interesting that a soul might be able to do all of that. Do you meditate frequently?

 

[Sam Albion]

Dream .... this was "twenty years ago", yet you're still trying to understand it, to.. name it?

Hahaha.

I'm laughing with you though, as opposed to AT you... I know how it goes... only because I've been there too.

Almost 20 years ago, I too had a big, full-on "religious" type "experience". I saw amazing, brilliant lights, red, yellow, green, blue, gold, all on a backdrop of white, all fading away to leave just the brilliant white speckled with diamonds... bells, like windchimes, tinkled and clanged in perfect harmony, and I felt love, such... grand, overflowing love, tears streamed down my face at the ... perfection of it. My friends, who found me sat on the floor, crying, unable to see anything except this fabulous other realm, asked me what happened. I told them that God had just picked me up and kissed me on the forehead. They laughed, of course, but... the feeling the experience left me with lasted for weeks -- and it seemed to effect others too-- people smiled at me, everyone was laughing, and happy, and nobody wanted to screw me up or over. I now realise everyone was smiling at me mainly because I was smiling madly at them! But...

Afterwards, I became acutely aware of my... powers. My story differs from yours, in so far as I was born psychic; dreaming of future events, seeing dead ppl, the usual stuff, but it became a lot worse -- being able to pick up objects and have a sense of their owners, and hearing a lot of other people's thoughts, feeling their pains, terrors, etc. I started... further developing these skills, with the naive yet noble intention to assist others, but risked my own life in the process and am no longer prepared to do so simply for the sake of it.

That aside... what we have experienced goes by many different names -- some people think of that big experience as ... meeting the numinous... awakening the kundalini energy... becoming enlightened, meeting with God...

For me: it's God. Not a ... named God, a faced God, a person-like being with a distinct identity, but ... my ...God... I still connect with that God, when I feel I need to. I allow that... big experience, and all the many little ones after it, to guide my hand, and my heart, still trying to reconcile my own mortality with that immortality...

you were "... in prayer... sort of meditation, sustained stillness and supreme joy... meditating on the goodness of God, love of God... The goodness of goodness, right of right, love of love"...

Can't it be just that? That, for a few seconds, you were... connected to something bigger, more... complete, something Holy?

You say you received some sort of communications about the future and the present, and assumed it was God, but... then you try to pooh on your own great wonder by considering it to be something false, rendering a great experience some lesser, insignificant, even maligned state, when, at the time, it was bliss...

Why do we do that to ourselves? It's okay for Jesus to talk to God, and for Allah, and Buddha, and priests, and gurus, but... not people like us, right? Not ordinary Joes and Josephines trying to muddle on through best they can. Saints, Holy Beings... they're the .. special ones.

Although I'm not a fan of new-age teachings, I think there is some kind of ... grand design, of which we are part, and we all experience moments of synchronicity, where... we "get" something, something big, we get information, we get guidance, given to us, but... we miss it. We trample on the Holy by being rational, intelligent beings, and questioning our own judgement. Sometimes there's no boxes to tick to say... "X is a known quantity and X means bhgf456".

I like to think... I met God. For some reason, God likes me, and God tries his best to ... mark my card. I, in turn, am greatful, and try to.. point God in the right direction, via prayer, or... dare I even say it... I try to do what I think my God would want me to do in specific situations.

I'm a deluded moron, maybe. Maybe I'm insane. It's possible. I still can't be sure I'm not some kind of urban saint though... And, until then...

 

[Waymarker]

One day, Twenty years ago, I was in prayer but transitioned to a sort of meditation, and I sustained stillness and supreme joy for some seconds meditating on the goodness of God, love of God, something like that?..

Which God were you praying to?
In a sense, praying/meditating is like tuning a radio to the correct channel, but there's a lot of gunk out there you have to avoid..

 

[Dream]

Almost 20 years ago, I too had a big, full-on "religious" type "experience". I saw amazing, brilliant lights, red, yellow, green, blue, gold, all on a backdrop of white, all fading away to leave just the brilliant white speckled with diamonds... bells, like windchimes, tinkled and clanged in perfect harmony, and I felt love, such... grand, overflowing love, tears streamed down my face at the ... perfection of it. My friends, who found me sat on the floor, crying, unable to see anything except this fabulous other realm, asked me what happened. I told them that God had just picked me up and kissed me on the forehead. They laughed, of course, but... the feeling the experience left me with lasted for weeks -- and it seemed to effect others too-- people smiled at me, everyone was laughing, and happy, and nobody wanted to screw me up or over. I now realise everyone was smiling at me mainly because I was smiling madly at them! But...

Afterwards, I became acutely aware of my... powers. My story differs from yours, in so far as I was born psychic; dreaming of future events, seeing dead ppl, the usual stuff, but it became a lot worse -- being able to pick up objects and have a sense of their owners, and hearing a lot of other people's thoughts, feeling their pains, terrors, etc. I started... further developing these skills, with the naive yet noble intention to assist others, but risked my own life in the process and am no longer prepared to do so simply for the sake of it.

That aside... what we have experienced goes by many different names -- some people think of that big experience as ... meeting the numinous... awakening the kundalini energy... becoming enlightened, meeting with God...

For me: it's God. Not a ... named God, a faced God, a person-like being with a distinct identity, but ... my ...God... I still connect with that God, when I feel I need to. I allow that... big experience, and all the many little ones after it, to guide my hand, and my heart, still trying to reconcile my own mortality with that immortality...

Wow that is an incredible raft of experiences. I'm no where near anything like that. For me its a wonder and something I include in my experience cache. It must be cool to have so many weird experiences. Sounds like you're living a movie!

Can't it be just that? That, for a few seconds, you were... connected to something bigger, more... complete, something Holy?

You say you received some sort of communications about the future and the present, and assumed it was God, but... then you try to pooh on your own great wonder by considering it to be something false, rendering a great experience some lesser, insignificant, even maligned state, when, at the time, it was bliss...

Why do we do that to ourselves? It's okay for Jesus to talk to God, and for Allah, and Buddha, and priests, and gurus, but... not people like us, right? Not ordinary Joes and Josephines trying to muddle on through best they can. Saints, Holy Beings... they're the .. special ones.

"Why do we do that to ourselves?" you ask rhetorically. In my case part of what I got made no sense and still doesn't, plus psychic stuff is hit or miss and doesn't make sense in general. None of it fits together, and you've always got folk turning it into a business. Last, people believe in mad ghosts, fallen angels and other gunk such as ectoplasm.

Although I'm not a fan of new-age teachings, I think there is some kind of ... grand design, of which we are part, and we all experience moments of synchronicity, where... we "get" something, something big, we get information, we get guidance, given to us, but... we miss it. We trample on the Holy by being rational, intelligent beings, and questioning our own judgement. Sometimes there's no boxes to tick to say... "X is a known quantity and X means bhgf456".

I like to think... I met God. For some reason, God likes me, and God tries his best to ... mark my card. I, in turn, am greatful, and try to.. point God in the right direction, via prayer, or... dare I even say it... I try to do what I think my God would want me to do in specific situations.

Thank you for sharing with me! There is something odd about a purely rational approach to living, because living doesn't make rational sense. You can wonder all day trying to figure out a rational explanation for everything. It is like chasing your own tail.