The Tweety Bird Effect

This happened to me many years ago, I suppose it could be classified as a "vision."

I was walking through an industrial plant when, a tow truck slammed right into me. Steel on flesh. I was knocked into a pallet of product. The driver jumped off the truck, ran over to me and asked, "Are you OK?"

I didn't have a scratch, a bruise or a bump. When it hit me I saw scriptures wrap around me like a cloak. I actually saw scriptural text swirling all around me like those little birds you see in cartoons when someone get knocked on the head.

Not even a bruise and that truck was cruising!

Uh... hrrm, lol.

Very interesting miracle.

And funny phrase for it...


I have survived dying a few times when I shouldn't and had a pile of bricks on my head... but without that colorful of an happening with it.

Thanks for sharing your experience and faith.


Always good to hear when people have such faith. Seriously.

That explains a lot!

Ha! Just kidding! God is good!

Thanks, freeport!
JWN

Ah, hrrm, heh, must be some metaphor in there -- on my leg. LEG. Lol..

Fell on my leg...

Yeah, and also most people don't get the whole humor thing.

Which... is kind of big... lol...

Since we are working on our humor here. Here is another incident, OK, not a vision or a dream but....

I drove 13 hours straight and going around a hair pin turn apparently decided to take a nap. I woke up to the tapping on my window. I jumped up yelling, "HEY! HEY! HEY!" it was a cop, tapping on my window with his night stick.

Somehow, I stopped put my car in park and went to sleep. Did this going around a hair pin turn. I was right in the middle of the road. The cop let me go. I explained I'd bee driving all night.

Maybe not a miracle but, certainly humorous.

Uh hrrm, well...

I did a lot of crazy driving stunts which should have killed me as a teenager.

I try and avoid that stuff nowadays. That way I can get annoyed at bad drivers.

Thing is I have no memory of stopping or going to sleep. Apparently I was so tired that, I simply stopped the car midway around a turn, put it in park and went to sleep.

Didn't do it on purpose, or, should I say consciously. It was sort of an emergency I was responding to. I don't know how much sleep I got. Maybe an hour. It was early am but, from when I was woke up I went to my destination and had to remain awake another 16 hours.

Anything's possible... angels can do anything, though. They probably don't have much of the delusion that we can get that the world is devoid of miracles. I was thinking you fell asleep, then angels or an angel fixed everything.

Actually, even seeing the world devoid of miracles doesn't explain it well, does it? It is more like everything is a miracle, but so designed as to appear commonplace. Like how we can be in a dream and really not be aware we are asleep.

I was thinking this this weekend... I had the most strange, vivid dreams. Not unusual at all, I suppose. Great detail, people, compelling situations. And yet it is all completely made of a fabric as if the imagination. Even if we do not "lucid dream" we clearly effect events in many or most of our dreams. We will outcomes and events.

We invent people, houses, places, storylines... all the while entirely ignorant that we are doing it.

What amazes me is I come across people who don't "believe in miracles". Like last night on the outreach forum, a guy posited that the miracles could not have happened. My aunt does the same thing, though she claims to believe... I once stopped her by asking her how she knows anything is "real".

How do they know? Because of the abundance of the probable? Because of evil. Laws and the mundane... imperfection. If someone writes a story, though, they are going to encase it with arbitrary limits to make it believable. At any point in time the writer can remove any limit they wish. It is completely arbitrary besides being a conscious decision to create a seamless backdrop, a continuous world.

When writers do put in the improbable, they call it a "plot hole". When God does it is as if seeing the Hand of God. In movies, or fiction, plot holes break the bubble of the suspension of belief... in life, it breaks the bubble of the suspension of belief in the permanence and absoluteness of the world.

We forget the contradictory helps persuade us of illusion. Evil is contradictory to what we know God would do. So many fall deep into unbelief because they finally confront evil. Death of a loved one. Disease. War. Poverty. They cease to reconcile or attempt to reconcile the impossible and improbable, dismissing it, forgetting it, shoving it to the back of the unconscious.

There are coincidences, the impossible, the improbable which happen probably to everyone. Or maybe not. Regardless, those who do not believe in such things perhaps duly help keep the world running in the sleep it runs in. In a sense, though, they propagate evil because of the demand the world respond in probable and "rational" ways.

Their spirits reached their limits. They can not continue to believe past the boundary of evil. Given the option of life or death, they will believe in life... to a point. Until they are challenged. Then, they no longer believe and the option ceases to exist.

Their mind, too. It ceases to properly function. Perhaps it is scared that there is no rationality. They can see not the hand of good nor evil, so they mix the two together. They see irrationality beyond their understanding at work and close it off lest their head explode and they go insane.

Interesting things happen and, sometimes like the one I related I'm at a loss to understand how. It can drive you mad trying to force comprehension. Every once in a while I wonder if I'm actually dead, physically, because things that happen to me at times defy the laws of nature. Therefor, perhaps I've already passed on and am just going through the motions, till whatever is "next" happens.

Ah, but that is just a fleeting thought. I shake it off with praise, thanksgiving and fellowship of the Holy Spirit. The Spirit, who's comfort keeps me sane.

OK, arguably my assertion of sanity is questionable. Not to me, ha, ha, ho, ho...

See, I find that perfectly awesome. Most people never seriously challenge their perception of "reality". They take everything at surface value. They never are brave enough to consider "worst case scenarios".

I think, absolutely, the worse curse given in the Bible was by Moses to Korah and his family. To go into the grave, alive.

And that is where we are, at least, metaphorically. Surrounded by dead people.

Should we, cognizant of that, never wonder? Who knows that, like the Sixth Sense or the Others, at some point in our life... everything did not diverge. That life only seemed to continue as normal?

But, as you say, we get out of such things. There are many possibilities, but ultimately, when we consider all the facts we recall: yes, this is all very much "real". We are not being tricked. God is good. On the other hand, our faith seems to bend reality as we really wish.

Thankfully, not everyone can genuinely do this or it would be a nightmare landscape world... the Dark Ages. Soviet Union of old. Kuwait. And so on. But, clearly, people do shape the world around them in more ways then they think... the bad in their ways, the good in their ways.

Maybe there are resurrection metaphors here and such. I do believe the symbolism of "the sea" is about that which is alive but "below" - metaphorically - the earth. No surprise then the Devil is described as "the Leviathan", a giant sea monster, metaphorically.

And these days are very confusing times.

But, you are definitely not alone in considering such things. It can be important, I think, to consider them. Because in doing so, through the Spirit of Christ, we find a way out. And in that way out we find a true, solid ground to stand on.

That, in my opinion, is strong stuff that can help others... who take everything at face value and for granted.

Sometimes to really jar their poor expectations, it is useful to force them to consider such things: to show them how reality, the world, is not all they think it is... but has much to do with how they see it. After all, we are not the world, but we perceive the world. And as we grow older we see just how much our perception is subjective, not objective.

God's reality, I like to say is objective. Truly objective. But this, to me, seems a paradox. For I do believe God asks us to be subjective. To believe. To change things for the better.