What do your family and friends think? When my father was getting chemotherapy, he became delusional. Afterwards, he told us that if that ever happened again, he wanted people to tell him that he was delusional rather than politely nodding our heads in agreement. With that in mind, you sound like you are having delusions. That doesn't invalidate your mystical experiences of God. You can experience God while you have a physical illness like the flu, so you can also experience God while you have a mental illness like delusions. Both can be true. I had delusions several years ago, so it can happen to anybody - just like anybody can get the flu. When you get the flu, you take care of yourself until you get better. I don't know the details of your experiences, but I wanted to give you my honest opinion FWIW.
Hi,
All of this was checked. It was checked by others to see if any other explanations were present.
I tried to tell a Psychologist one day that I was mentally ill, for all those events. He told me that is not possible, because each incident was corroborated and checked for hallucinations and accuracy, and each incident was correct and corroborated.
Mental illness, delusions or hallucinations, I think are for things that did not really occur, but are thought to have.
One day,I told my workmates of an incident. They asked me, if anyone was there, that could corroborate that I had actually spoken to a person, and supernatural events happened.
I realized that it was just me, and this stranger to me as he was working, and my house was one of many he visited.
So, I spent a few days, seeing if indeed what happened happened.
I finally tracked down his workplace, and told them who I was without bringing up the incident carefully, as I wanted to double check with the man what I had told him.
The boss told me he remembered that night.
Remember, this is just one corroboration. There are many. All items were done with corroborations. I am a scientist, and that is normal to that profession, so then I knew no better, and just double checked or triple checked everything.
His boss said: "I remember that night. He came in shaken. I asked him if something happened out there. He said yes. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it. He said no."
I then told the boss that I am the one he talked to that night.
I had just come back from Seeing The Essence of God, and having Jesus Christ reveal to me his Core Personality, and seeing The Virgin Mary, and now was writing things when I got back from that foreign country that I was called to for this set of events.
I did not really know the source then of what I was writing. So, in my case I told God, unless He proved to me that it was Him, that I would never write again like that, and I stopped instantly.
(All of this also has a secondary corroboration, Father Matt did that, with a test. It came back positive.)
Well, Jason did not know God well, even Though Jesus Christ paid him a personal visit one day in his life, and I knew God very well by then, and when I found out, I stressed over this strangers situation.
So, I asked God for the day, when he saw Jesus Christ, but silently to Jason, and while we were in a conversation.
A day, A month and a year came back. I was unsure of the information, as to the source and the certainty of it.
So I asked again, and of course while still talking and listening, this time though the words were said to him, and you would have thought that I had punched him, with a hard left.
He took a step back, by the way the two dates to me were identical, both the first one I did not say, and the second one that the words were said, involuntarily, I think.
He was given a month, a year and a day, that he saw Jesus, and he was told, that was the day it happened.
He was stunned. I was scared. He took a step back off the entrance platform to my house. His head was turned to the left. He would say nothing. I waited, wondering what just happened.
Finally, without ever turning his head back to me, he told me that was the day his mother died.
Now, I was upset. Of all the arrogance, off all the pride, thinking that I had given him the date he saw Jesus, and all I did was remind him of the horror of the day that his mother died. But wait, there is more. If that was all that happened, thus would be over.
Feeling every bit horrible, I am apologizing, and apologizing and apologizing.
Nothing was working. His head was to the left. He had not moved. I am really sorry and upset.
Some more words, he struggled to say. Slowly, they came out: That was the day I saw Jesus.
That is still not the end. More happened, and then it was over.
And, had I not been question on how that could have been a hallucination, I never would have gone back to check to make sure, two weeks later.
But, I did.
LOVE,
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