Visions from God

[rayesta]

No trekkie fan .... typically I couldn't stand Star Trek tbh.

I might have missed this in a previous post ... but when you experience the holodeck/Matrix (see, I changed it up lol) ... what do you experience before and after ? Any "before effects" or "after effects" ?

Depending on the nature of what I experience, I can have some rather extreme physical effects, or none at all whatsoever.

Also ... saying that a Godly spirit will stand it's ground, whilst others will retreat .... is that from your experience or are you referencing somewhere/something else ?

My vision is affected, sometimes its 30 seconds or more before the vision fades and real environment focuses in of course I don't want the vision to end to be absent from the flesh is to be present with Him!

 

[AndreaM2285]

I have had dreams of the rapture
I believe it was God telling me to come back to him when I walk away from him.

 

[1Prophetess]

...a good test is to walk toward them he they retreat they are wrong a Godly spirit will stand it's ground.

I think this could be true though I do not know for sure. But I know that demons talking to me have backed away from me. And when the Spirit of the Lord comes, He is very brave and moves toward me if there is any movement. You could be right.

...So don't be so sure that God's not using you and you have no idea, but you have to dedicate a part of yourself that is sacred to Him. If you haven't figured out that part ask me it's free knowledge. The truth shall set you free.

Thank you for the offer.

Here goes. I appreciate your request, I expect it of someone who is hungry for the Lord. Next time you're in prayer tell the Lord you dedicate your id to him,

Yes, I have had both day and night visions. Though I don't think mine are the same as yours.

I have had many. Once, I was sitting in a group of Christians, and we were praising the Lord, and I heard this...well, I just have to say, incredible, other worldly singing, singing songs to Jesus. And I said, "Stop! Do you hear that?" And they said, "No." It was the most melodious singing I've ever heard. It was amazing. What a blessing. I was so pleased, even a couple of days later, it was so wonderful.

What about the ego and super ego? Have you dedicated that too?

 

[stormdancer0]

I might have missed this in a previous post ... but when you experience the holodeck/Matrix (see, I changed it up lol) ... what do you experience before and after ? Any "before effects" or "after effects" ?

Depending on the nature of what I experience, I can have some rather extreme physical effects, or none at all whatsoever.

I wrote out my vision. Acknowledging that it may not be accepted as such, but afterwards, as you can read, I had very definite reactions, or "after effects."

I was walking around at an outdoor marketplace. The sky was overcast, and threatening rain. As we rounded the end of a row of tables, I heard something. There was no audible sound, but somehow I heard it. I looked up to the sky, and saw an area of cloud, now the pink color of clouds at sunset, beginning to swirl around, as if a tornado was forming. I knew immediately that it was the rapture. I said the only audible word that was said during the whole dream, “YES!” As the funnel cloud dropped out of the sky, I barely noticed the crowd, but I did notice that almost all of the people around me were frozen – as if time had stopped.
I began first walking, then running towards the tower of cloud. There were a few people doing the same. When I got to within three feet of the cloud, I leapt into it as hard as I could jump.
I found myself rotating in the light, slowly ascending, my arms outstretched, my head thrown back. The light was indescribable. It was brighter than the sun, a brilliant color – the closest I can say is yellow, but it was deeper than that. It was more than light. It was a physical substance. The light was what was lifting us. I somehow knew that I could concentrate on a single cell in my body, and feel the gentle pressure of the light lifting me. My heart was so full of this light, I couldn’t breath, and I could tell my heart was almost bursting with it, but there was no discomfort. With my face turned skyward, I closed my eyes, thrilling in the feeling of the love of Christ, which I instinctively knew was the light. Even with my eyes closed, the light was so bright that I could see the shadows of others being lifted, too.
When I opened my eyes, we were standing together before a barely-visible stand or podium. It was barely visible because there was a gentle fog covering everything. I heard something, not audible, but in my heart. It made my heart leap, and I knew that whatever was just said was me. Not Susan, not sister, daughter, wife, mother. The real me, who I am inside. Somehow, that word encompassed everything about me that was important, real. But for some reason, there is a blankness there in my memory – I have no idea what it sounded like. I held out my hand, and was given a small white stone with writing on it. I can almost see that writing, but it’s as if it is just on the edge of my memory. What was written on that stone was the same word that was spoken, my name.
As dreams will do, I found myself suddenly somewhere else. I was in a small room, sitting on the end of a bed. It was almost like a small hotel room. There was a door and window with closed blinds on my left. Around this door and window, the light that brought me here was shining brightly. I wanted desperately to run through that door, but something held me back.
On the right was another door with no light around it. I walked to the lit door, then knew that I couldn’t go through it, not yet. I turned and walked through the other door.
I was on a long balcony, one with no railing. About two feet below the floor of the balcony was cloud. Someone came up to me. It was an older man, maybe in his 60’s, wearing khaki pants and a plaid flannel shirt. He had a sweet, peaceful face under the fishing hat he was wearing. He smiled at me, and we sat down to talk, our legs kicking up poufs of clouds occasionally. No words were said, just thoughts and feelings from heart to heart. I don’t remember a lot of the conversation. I remember being sad, knowing it was time to go. The man smiled, and I heard a promise that I would be back and never have to leave again. (Again, none of this was audible.) I sighed, and nodded. He bowed his head to pray, putting his hand on my forehead to bless me. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them in my own bedroom.

What convinces me that it was more than a dream was my reaction. I immediately thought, “NO!” I closed my eyes, hoping I could return. I was in shock. It felt like this world was the dream. Everything looked bland, muted, as if I were looking through a dirty window. The colors were almost gray-scale, they lacked any depth. My house, the whole world, looked two-dimensional, as if my sense of perspective had been skewed. I remember running into the door or wall more than once. This lasted for almost a week.
My heart was full of love and joy, but also full of sadness at having to leave. My emotions were numb. I literally walked around in a daze for three or four days. I didn’t hear people when they spoke to me, and when they got my attention, I had to make an effort to understand them. I looked at my husband and children and felt nothing. The love that I had been shown was so overpowering that my family might as well have been blades of grass. It’s not that I didn’t care about them – but all I wanted was to go back to where I had been. For months, as soon as I turned the car on, I checked the digital compass to see which way east was. I almost had several wrecks, trying to drive and search the eastern sky at the same time. The effects of this dream are still with me, years later.
I have also met one person, and know of at least one more, who, during times of great distress, have seen the same man that I saw. Finally, the first time I was slain in the Spirit, the light I saw was the same light that was in the dream.

 

[1Prophetess]

Similar to an experience that I had.

I do believe yours was also from the Lord.

Bless you. Thanks for sharing.

 

[day time]

I wrote out my vision. Acknowledging that it may not be accepted as such, but afterwards, as you can read, I had very definite reactions, or "after effects."

I was walking around at an outdoor marketplace. The sky was overcast, and threatening rain. As we rounded the end of a row of tables, I heard something. There was no audible sound, but somehow I heard it. I looked up to the sky, and saw an area of cloud, now the pink color of clouds at sunset, beginning to swirl around, as if a tornado was forming. I knew immediately that it was the rapture. I said the only audible word that was said during the whole dream, “YES!” As the funnel cloud dropped out of the sky, I barely noticed the crowd, but I did notice that almost all of the people around me were frozen – as if time had stopped.
I began first walking, then running towards the tower of cloud. There were a few people doing the same. When I got to within three feet of the cloud, I leapt into it as hard as I could jump.
I found myself rotating in the light, slowly ascending, my arms outstretched, my head thrown back. The light was indescribable. It was brighter than the sun, a brilliant color – the closest I can say is yellow, but it was deeper than that. It was more than light. It was a physical substance. The light was what was lifting us. I somehow knew that I could concentrate on a single cell in my body, and feel the gentle pressure of the light lifting me. My heart was so full of this light, I couldn’t breath, and I could tell my heart was almost bursting with it, but there was no discomfort. With my face turned skyward, I closed my eyes, thrilling in the feeling of the love of Christ, which I instinctively knew was the light. Even with my eyes closed, the light was so bright that I could see the shadows of others being lifted, too.
When I opened my eyes, we were standing together before a barely-visible stand or podium. It was barely visible because there was a gentle fog covering everything. I heard something, not audible, but in my heart. It made my heart leap, and I knew that whatever was just said was me. Not Susan, not sister, daughter, wife, mother. The real me, who I am inside. Somehow, that word encompassed everything about me that was important, real. But for some reason, there is a blankness there in my memory – I have no idea what it sounded like. I held out my hand, and was given a small white stone with writing on it. I can almost see that writing, but it’s as if it is just on the edge of my memory. What was written on that stone was the same word that was spoken, my name.
As dreams will do, I found myself suddenly somewhere else. I was in a small room, sitting on the end of a bed. It was almost like a small hotel room. There was a door and window with closed blinds on my left. Around this door and window, the light that brought me here was shining brightly. I wanted desperately to run through that door, but something held me back.
On the right was another door with no light around it. I walked to the lit door, then knew that I couldn’t go through it, not yet. I turned and walked through the other door.
I was on a long balcony, one with no railing. About two feet below the floor of the balcony was cloud. Someone came up to me. It was an older man, maybe in his 60’s, wearing khaki pants and a plaid flannel shirt. He had a sweet, peaceful face under the fishing hat he was wearing. He smiled at me, and we sat down to talk, our legs kicking up poufs of clouds occasionally. No words were said, just thoughts and feelings from heart to heart. I don’t remember a lot of the conversation. I remember being sad, knowing it was time to go. The man smiled, and I heard a promise that I would be back and never have to leave again. (Again, none of this was audible.) I sighed, and nodded. He bowed his head to pray, putting his hand on my forehead to bless me. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them in my own bedroom.

What convinces me that it was more than a dream was my reaction. I immediately thought, “NO!” I closed my eyes, hoping I could return. I was in shock. It felt like this world was the dream. Everything looked bland, muted, as if I were looking through a dirty window. The colors were almost gray-scale, they lacked any depth. My house, the whole world, looked two-dimensional, as if my sense of perspective had been skewed. I remember running into the door or wall more than once. This lasted for almost a week.
My heart was full of love and joy, but also full of sadness at having to leave. My emotions were numb. I literally walked around in a daze for three or four days. I didn’t hear people when they spoke to me, and when they got my attention, I had to make an effort to understand them. I looked at my husband and children and felt nothing. The love that I had been shown was so overpowering that my family might as well have been blades of grass. It’s not that I didn’t care about them – but all I wanted was to go back to where I had been. For months, as soon as I turned the car on, I checked the digital compass to see which way east was. I almost had several wrecks, trying to drive and search the eastern sky at the same time. The effects of this dream are still with me, years later.
I have also met one person, and know of at least one more, who, during times of great distress, have seen the same man that I saw. Finally, the first time I was slain in the Spirit, the light I saw was the same light that was in the dream.

Hey thanks for sharing that, I appreciate you taking the time to type that out :~)

 

[rayesta]

I think this could be true though I do not know for sure. But I know that demons talking to me have backed away from me. And when the Spirit of the Lord comes, He is very brave and moves toward me if there is any movement. You could be right.






Thank you for the offer.




Yes, I have had both day and night visions. Though I don't think mine are the same as yours.

I have had many. Once, I was sitting in a group of Christians, and we were praising the Lord, and I heard this...well, I just have to say, incredible, other worldly singing, singing songs to Jesus. And I said, "Stop! Do you hear that?" And they said, "No." It was the most melodious singing I've ever heard. It was amazing. What a blessing. I was so pleased, even a couple of days later, it was so wonderful.

What about the ego and super ego? Have you dedicated that too?

I believe that the id covers everything of that nature, I call it the inner drive, by using it God can and will use you 100% day or night. while you're awake or not.

 

[rayesta]

I wrote out my vision. Acknowledging that it may not be accepted as such, but afterwards, as you can read, I had very definite reactions, or "after effects."

I was walking around at an outdoor marketplace. The sky was overcast, and threatening rain. As we rounded the end of a row of tables, I heard something. There was no audible sound, but somehow I heard it. I looked up to the sky, and saw an area of cloud, now the pink color of clouds at sunset, beginning to swirl around, as if a tornado was forming. I knew immediately that it was the rapture. I said the only audible word that was said during the whole dream, “YES!” As the funnel cloud dropped out of the sky, I barely noticed the crowd, but I did notice that almost all of the people around me were frozen – as if time had stopped.
I began first walking, then running towards the tower of cloud. There were a few people doing the same. When I got to within three feet of the cloud, I leapt into it as hard as I could jump.
I found myself rotating in the light, slowly ascending, my arms outstretched, my head thrown back. The light was indescribable. It was brighter than the sun, a brilliant color – the closest I can say is yellow, but it was deeper than that. It was more than light. It was a physical substance. The light was what was lifting us. I somehow knew that I could concentrate on a single cell in my body, and feel the gentle pressure of the light lifting me. My heart was so full of this light, I couldn’t breath, and I could tell my heart was almost bursting with it, but there was no discomfort. With my face turned skyward, I closed my eyes, thrilling in the feeling of the love of Christ, which I instinctively knew was the light. Even with my eyes closed, the light was so bright that I could see the shadows of others being lifted, too.
When I opened my eyes, we were standing together before a barely-visible stand or podium. It was barely visible because there was a gentle fog covering everything. I heard something, not audible, but in my heart. It made my heart leap, and I knew that whatever was just said was me. Not Susan, not sister, daughter, wife, mother. The real me, who I am inside. Somehow, that word encompassed everything about me that was important, real. But for some reason, there is a blankness there in my memory – I have no idea what it sounded like. I held out my hand, and was given a small white stone with writing on it. I can almost see that writing, but it’s as if it is just on the edge of my memory. What was written on that stone was the same word that was spoken, my name.
As dreams will do, I found myself suddenly somewhere else. I was in a small room, sitting on the end of a bed. It was almost like a small hotel room. There was a door and window with closed blinds on my left. Around this door and window, the light that brought me here was shining brightly. I wanted desperately to run through that door, but something held me back.
On the right was another door with no light around it. I walked to the lit door, then knew that I couldn’t go through it, not yet. I turned and walked through the other door.
I was on a long balcony, one with no railing. About two feet below the floor of the balcony was cloud. Someone came up to me. It was an older man, maybe in his 60’s, wearing khaki pants and a plaid flannel shirt. He had a sweet, peaceful face under the fishing hat he was wearing. He smiled at me, and we sat down to talk, our legs kicking up poufs of clouds occasionally. No words were said, just thoughts and feelings from heart to heart. I don’t remember a lot of the conversation. I remember being sad, knowing it was time to go. The man smiled, and I heard a promise that I would be back and never have to leave again. (Again, none of this was audible.) I sighed, and nodded. He bowed his head to pray, putting his hand on my forehead to bless me. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them in my own bedroom.

What convinces me that it was more than a dream was my reaction. I immediately thought, “NO!” I closed my eyes, hoping I could return. I was in shock. It felt like this world was the dream. Everything looked bland, muted, as if I were looking through a dirty window. The colors were almost gray-scale, they lacked any depth. My house, the whole world, looked two-dimensional, as if my sense of perspective had been skewed. I remember running into the door or wall more than once. This lasted for almost a week.
My heart was full of love and joy, but also full of sadness at having to leave. My emotions were numb. I literally walked around in a daze for three or four days. I didn’t hear people when they spoke to me, and when they got my attention, I had to make an effort to understand them. I looked at my husband and children and felt nothing. The love that I had been shown was so overpowering that my family might as well have been blades of grass. It’s not that I didn’t care about them – but all I wanted was to go back to where I had been. For months, as soon as I turned the car on, I checked the digital compass to see which way east was. I almost had several wrecks, trying to drive and search the eastern sky at the same time. The effects of this dream are still with me, years later.
I have also met one person, and know of at least one more, who, during times of great distress, have seen the same man that I saw. Finally, the first time I was slain in the Spirit, the light I saw was the same light that was in the dream.

Let me share something with you that might help you realize why you felt the way you did about leaving home (heavenly realms). When I was 23 and a new christian I prayed and fasted that the Lord would show me a spirit, one night me and my wife were playing a game of Careers, the Lord tugged at my heart (you know what I mean) and said okay I'll grant you your request, He said look at your son, my son was two years old and had fell asleep on the couch, he rolled on to his back, opened his eyes a second, and out comes this six foot dressed in white robes, gold hair, beautiful person, he floats out of my son comes right in front of my face, and I get the mental voice I am going home be back soon. I tell you this experience to lead to the next, I am in Sedalia, Mo. I work at a monument place, because there are no electricians job, I am in a cemetery in south Mo. There is a funeral home on the property, I am sent up there by the foreman to ask for a location of a grave, I get up there and there is a dead man laying on a bed in the back, The Lord says I want you to go and pray for this man, I first rebuke the voice and say he is dead, again I am asked to pray for the man, again I quote scripture, and I am told to go and pray for the man, I say what do I pray for a dead man, speak in tongues that way it will be secret, I agree, I pray for the man, who is probably eighty or more, all of a sudden there is a green shimmering of light that is several layers thick appear above the man's body and then up sits this same identical spirit that i saw come out of my son on the couch, he smiles at me and then shoots straight up and gone. I asked the Lord what was the meaning of this, he said the man's spirit was weighed in the balance and needed a positive push in the right direction. My delima was they were identical, if you have had this experience respond, oh by the way when we were playing the game my wife said I just felt something go by. Is this what it means that we shall be known as we are known, are all of us filled with an identical spirit that has to be tested on this earth. This is why it was hard for you to adjust after returning, you just missed home!

 

[favoritetoyisjoy]

I wrote out my vision. Acknowledging that it may not be accepted as such, but afterwards, as you can read, I had very definite reactions, or "after effects."

I was walking around at an outdoor marketplace. The sky was overcast, and threatening rain. As we rounded the end of a row of tables, I heard something. There was no audible sound, but somehow I heard it. I looked up to the sky, and saw an area of cloud, now the pink color of clouds at sunset, beginning to swirl around, as if a tornado was forming. I knew immediately that it was the rapture. I said the only audible word that was said during the whole dream, “YES!” As the funnel cloud dropped out of the sky, I barely noticed the crowd, but I did notice that almost all of the people around me were frozen – as if time had stopped.
I began first walking, then running towards the tower of cloud. There were a few people doing the same. When I got to within three feet of the cloud, I leapt into it as hard as I could jump.
I found myself rotating in the light, slowly ascending, my arms outstretched, my head thrown back. The light was indescribable. It was brighter than the sun, a brilliant color – the closest I can say is yellow, but it was deeper than that. It was more than light. It was a physical substance. The light was what was lifting us. I somehow knew that I could concentrate on a single cell in my body, and feel the gentle pressure of the light lifting me. My heart was so full of this light, I couldn’t breath, and I could tell my heart was almost bursting with it, but there was no discomfort. With my face turned skyward, I closed my eyes, thrilling in the feeling of the love of Christ, which I instinctively knew was the light. Even with my eyes closed, the light was so bright that I could see the shadows of others being lifted, too.
When I opened my eyes, we were standing together before a barely-visible stand or podium. It was barely visible because there was a gentle fog covering everything. I heard something, not audible, but in my heart. It made my heart leap, and I knew that whatever was just said was me. Not Susan, not sister, daughter, wife, mother. The real me, who I am inside. Somehow, that word encompassed everything about me that was important, real. But for some reason, there is a blankness there in my memory – I have no idea what it sounded like. I held out my hand, and was given a small white stone with writing on it. I can almost see that writing, but it’s as if it is just on the edge of my memory. What was written on that stone was the same word that was spoken, my name.
As dreams will do, I found myself suddenly somewhere else. I was in a small room, sitting on the end of a bed. It was almost like a small hotel room. There was a door and window with closed blinds on my left. Around this door and window, the light that brought me here was shining brightly. I wanted desperately to run through that door, but something held me back.
On the right was another door with no light around it. I walked to the lit door, then knew that I couldn’t go through it, not yet. I turned and walked through the other door.
I was on a long balcony, one with no railing. About two feet below the floor of the balcony was cloud. Someone came up to me. It was an older man, maybe in his 60’s, wearing khaki pants and a plaid flannel shirt. He had a sweet, peaceful face under the fishing hat he was wearing. He smiled at me, and we sat down to talk, our legs kicking up poufs of clouds occasionally. No words were said, just thoughts and feelings from heart to heart. I don’t remember a lot of the conversation. I remember being sad, knowing it was time to go. The man smiled, and I heard a promise that I would be back and never have to leave again. (Again, none of this was audible.) I sighed, and nodded. He bowed his head to pray, putting his hand on my forehead to bless me. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them in my own bedroom.

What convinces me that it was more than a dream was my reaction. I immediately thought, “NO!” I closed my eyes, hoping I could return. I was in shock. It felt like this world was the dream. Everything looked bland, muted, as if I were looking through a dirty window. The colors were almost gray-scale, they lacked any depth. My house, the whole world, looked two-dimensional, as if my sense of perspective had been skewed. I remember running into the door or wall more than once. This lasted for almost a week.
My heart was full of love and joy, but also full of sadness at having to leave. My emotions were numb. I literally walked around in a daze for three or four days. I didn’t hear people when they spoke to me, and when they got my attention, I had to make an effort to understand them. I looked at my husband and children and felt nothing. The love that I had been shown was so overpowering that my family might as well have been blades of grass. It’s not that I didn’t care about them – but all I wanted was to go back to where I had been. For months, as soon as I turned the car on, I checked the digital compass to see which way east was. I almost had several wrecks, trying to drive and search the eastern sky at the same time. The effects of this dream are still with me, years later.
I have also met one person, and know of at least one more, who, during times of great distress, have seen the same man that I saw. Finally, the first time I was slain in the Spirit, the light I saw was the same light that was in the dream.

I had an appointment with a medical specialist today. As I sat waiting for the specialist to come into the examination room I sat there looking around. On the wall in front of me was a picture (painting). The scene was a dock on a lake. At the end of the dock there was a young boy standing there fishing. Seated on the dock beside him was an even younger person, a girl, sitting there also fishing. In the foreground was a black Labrador retreiver laying at the feet of a man sitting in a chair, facing away from my view. He had white hair, he was wearing a fishing hat, he was wearing khaki's low top tennis shoes, and a plaid shirt.

In my head it was like this: "!?!". I thought "It can't be!" But it was, and I immediately thought back to your post. The moment I thought to myself "Why am I seeing this?" the answer came to my spirit. "I just wanted you to know that I am with you, I'm still here, with you always."

This wasn't a dream or vision, I've never had either one, this was real life. And I know the purpose. It was obviously a gift, as usual. It was affirmation, and I am to share it. What makes it important to share is that I didn't originate the image of the old man in any way, shape, or form. God used someone else's experience for the purpose of credibility to someone that will hear about this. The painting isn't special in and of itself, the substantiation and affirmation is. My cup runneth over, again.

 

[stormdancer0]

I had an appointment with a medical specialist today. As I sat waiting for the specialist to come into the examination room I sat there looking around. On the wall in front of me was a picture (painting). The scene was a dock on a lake. At the end of the dock there was a young boy standing there fishing. Seated on the dock beside him was an even younger person, a girl, sitting there also fishing. In the foreground was a black Labrador retreiver laying at the feet of a man sitting in a chair, facing away from my view. He had white hair, he was wearing a fishing hat, he was wearing khaki's low top tennis shoes, and a plaid shirt.

In my head it was like this: "!?!". I thought "It can't be!" But it was, and I immediately thought back to your post. The moment I thought to myself "Why am I seeing this?" the answer came to my spirit. "I just wanted you to know that I am with you, I'm still here, with you always."

This wasn't a dream or vision, I've never had either one, this was real life. And I know the purpose. It was obviously a gift, as usual. It was affirmation, and I am to share it. What makes it important to share is that I didn't originate the image of the old man in any way, shape, or form. God used someone else's experience for the purpose of credibility to someone that will hear about this. The painting isn't special in and of itself, the substantiation and affirmation is. My cup runneth over, again.

How cool is that?