The Visit

Some Spiritual Experiences

God is trying to guide His children home, this occurs when the children allow it to happen. God's will, is that we for fill our potential, angels are at one with God, progressing towards the fountainhead of our truly most wonderful loving and caring Father.

God also works with his ever-ready angels (the redeemed ones) to help and aid, to show the way to the new birth, they surround us with God's love.

God’s truth never changes, only Mankind’s conception of it changes. Pray to God for his great gift, save yourself; help our brothers and sisters out of their darkness.

 

The Visit

The strangest thing happened to me while I lived in England, the experience changed me and my destiny, the year was 1982.

At that time I was a rebellious young man, tired of lies and trickery that derived from people who knowingly mistreated other people for their own selfish gain.

Anyway, one of these power mongers had really done some bad things to me and my friends; he seemed to have absolutely no respect for others, thinking only of himself and his ambitions. I really despised him for what he had done and could not get it out of my system.

I dreamt about him nearly every night for a couple of weeks, taking my revenge out on him through my dreams. I became obsessed by it and thought that I was justified. I also believed that it was me who must stop him from hurting and tricking others. I did not want him to do these things against anyone else, in a way; I did it to reveal to him what he had done, so that he might stop himself.

Several months went by, and then we met again.

He saw me and came over to me, not the egomaniac that I knew, but a very humiliated man who asked my forgiveness, and within a moment my anger turned to pity. And after seeing this broken man, who reached out his hand to mine, I forgave him on the spot and he seemed relieved. It made me happy to see that he had realised his wrongdoings, and done something about it, which appeared to have changed him for the better. I heard later that he had been demoted from his top job. After that, we were both free from the battle. I never saw him again.

One week later

I thought about the affair quite a lot that week, I did not know if what I had done was right, to hate so much to bring justice, is this how it should be? What if I had done nothing? Maybe he would do the same to someone else; I received a very strong impression to ask God about it.

So I did, I felt that my whole soul thundered out to GOD, “How can so much hate bring justice”? I also wondered about what kind of God we all had. I felt confused about the whole thing.

But what I feared more than anything was to find out that our God was a God of wrath. This I thought would finally crush me and my faith in a totally loving God.

A few days later

I was taking a bath, and was alone in my apartment. When I heard someone call my name, I thought that someone had come in, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the lounge to see who it was. Nobody had come in, I was alone, whilst I was looking around, I felt my towel being dragged down, I tried to hang on to it but whatever was pulling it off was stronger. As I looked up, there before me stood a dark cloaked figure, its arm pointing towards a wall in the room, I looked to where it was pointing. I could not move or say anything, I felt forced to stand there, naked before this black apparition, I could not see his face because he hid it behind a large hood.

It started talking.

The evil apparition said.

I will give you all the riches you desire,

I will give you power over all people,

I will give you powers to govern,

I will give you...

I will give you...

There seemed to be no end to what he would give me, I couldn’t move or say anything, then he said, sell me your soul,

And I will give you...

And I will give you...

That was enough, I did not know what a soul was then, but I knew enough that you do not sell it. (The Soul is the real you)

I also thought that power over all people was ludicrous, madness. I exploded, get out, “I shouted”, and pointed towards the same wall in the room, this evil thing then stopped talking and glided towards where I pointed and continued through the wall, and it was gone. I paced up and down the room, still naked, half panic stricken, wondering about what I had done.

A new apparition appeared.

Then! I heard another voice, it thundered in the back of my head. “Ian!” he spoke my name, I looked behind me, and before me was a man surrounded by light, he looked straight at me, he wore white robes and a gold coloured sash made of fabric, which covered most of his waist. His hands, I noticed, were twice the size as mine and he held them together in the prayer position.

He had long light brown hair with long side ringlets that resembled the Jewish style. He was tall and beautiful, powerful, a deep feeling swept over me, and it seemed to me that he knew everything. A man of truth and love, he is close to our Father.

Jesus! “I inquired", he acknowledged and smiled at me, then bowed his head. I looked up and down at him, and then I noticed that he was looking at me up and down. Remembering that I was still naked, and that he had come to me for a reason.

I pointed to where the black apparition had appeared, I thought about my ordeal with the power monger I disliked but had now forgiven. I also recalled my question to GOD. The answer is, that it is wholly wrong to retaliate, forcing a kind of justice of our own will, this kind of justice was wrong and evil, no matter what the result may be.

Jesus knew the truth, and I believed him. There came so much love from him that I just smiled all the time while he was with me. The purpose of his visit was fulfilled and after a couple of minutes he faded away.

At that time, I had no knowledge of Jesus or the bible

I read the bible afterwards, and in the end I finished it, only after putting it down many times, because of all the acts against God it portrayed and seemed to support. There is some good in it though, and its up to the reader to find it.

In time, I observed the lack of understanding that these so called religious sects taught and the moral emptiness they preached, in contrast to the total love that I saw in Jesus.

The years to come were given to searching for The Truth. I knew that I had to get rid of wrongs I had learnt, and believed were correct, but so many times found, were not of GOD, and served only to close my soul from his love. I found that you have to ask to receive; to be humble enough to ask what God's will is for us. I found out that it is the same for all of us.

God wants us to turn to Him, in humbleness and sincere longings with our souls alive in prayer, faith and trust. To love him, to ask him for His great gift that he is so willing to give us, and that we continually receive it, thereof, and the great gift. is His Divine Love.

Jesus parable, “The prodigal son”, explains this truth.

The son that left home to do it for himself, wasted what he had, he fell for the temptations and allurements of the world and ended up with nothing, starving, needy and humbled, he decides to return to his father. (God). Hoping that his father will forgive him and maybe give him work as a servant and a place to sleep. As he reaches this humbleness the Father sees him coming and goes out to meet him, His Father kisses him, puts a robe around him and a ring on his finger, His Father arranges a feast for his prodigal son.

(This symbolises the love of The Father, engulfing the son who returned and importantly, the sons will to receive it).

The other son. The moralist, the son governed by his own manmade laws. He didn’t like what he saw, one bit, jealousy and anger took over him, and he went to his father complaining. “I have never broken any of your laws, I have always done what you ask of me and never received anything like you have given to your other son, he who went away, and misused his inheritance.

“But son” replied The Father, “everything that your brother received is also for you to receive, you never asked me, this son was dead but has come to life, come in and rejoice”, but the son went away scorning and furious.

Good things can come through painful experiences, the pain tells us that there is something wrong, when the painful lesson has fulfilled its purpose, and the pain leaves us, and even greater harmony than we had before asserts itself. We may then look back and see that the pain was only our resistance to change and by not acknowledging that we were out of harmony with Gods laws.

Whether it was through willingly doing evil, through fear, through ignorance, or whatever the cause maybe, Gods law of eventual harmony will prevail, no matter how long the pain must be endured.

God is trying to guide His children home, this occurs when the children allow it to happen. God's will, is that we for fill our potential, angels are at one with God, progressing towards the fountainhead of our truly most wonderful loving and caring Father. God also works with his ever-ready angels (the redeemed ones) to help and aid, to show the way to the new birth, they surround us with God's love.

God’s truth never changes, only Mankind’s conception of it changes.

Pray to God for his great gift, save yourself; help our brothers and sisters out of their darkness.

Ian

The Enchanted Place

One day, I decided to go for a ride on my bicycle. It was a lovely sunny day, the birds were singing beautifully, there was nothing that called for my immediate attention, so why not I thought.

I loved to cycle up and down the steep winding slopes of the rugged Norwegian landscape.

I decided to take the same route as I usually did, and so I set off, totally, unaware of the strange event that would happen to me, so strange! that to this day I have no real explanation as to what really happened, or why.

Here we go.
Well, everything went as normal, the tour lasted for about an hour, and I was about two minutes away from my house, when to the left of me, my eye caught the attention of some tall trees I had never seen before, they were all standing in a row, both sides of a small dirt road. I recognised the road, but not the trees. Just as I was puzzling about where did these trees come from, all on its own, my bike did a really smooth left swing into this road. I remembered it was as if something took over the bike and just guided it in.

I looked up towards the top of these enormous trees, thinking that maybe someone had planted them since my last tour, which was only a few days ago. But that was ridiculous, they had been there for ages. Before I could think of more alternative answers, again I was guided to the left into an even smaller road, I’d never seen that before either.

I stopped at the entrance, and gazed about me, at a most beautiful and peaceful place. By now, I had stopped analysing the strange events and accepted it, thinking to myself “how did I miss this place”? And so I got off my bike and walked in.
It looked like nobody had been there for years, the whole place was overgrown with wild flowers, ablaze with colour and there were varieties of plants I had never seen before.

I noticed that I was enclosed inside a dense circle of trees and bushes, I tried to see through them but I couldn’t.
In the middle there stood an old Stabbur, quite common in Norway, for those who have never seen one, its a smallish rafted house on stilts, where people kept their food to stop mice getting at it.

I went over to it and sat down on the old wooden steps in front of it, and took in as much as my senses would allow. It felt so peaceful there, I felt honored, thanking whoever was responsible for this. I sat in silence with some anticipation as to whether or not something else might happen.
“What a great place for a picnic”, I thought, and after about 15 minutes, I returned to my bike, got on it, and cycled back the way I came.
The towering well placed trees were still there, and the swing at the end of the road, but as I turned out onto the original road I was on, to my utter surprise, it wasn’t there, this was another road. I was confused, “where am I? this isn’t the road I was on, I was somewhere else, and I didn't know where.

I cycled down this road and that road, I knew in some way that my house was in the direction I was heading, some twenty minutes had gone by now and at last I came to a road I recognised, and followed it until I reached home.
Funnily enough, I didn’t wonder too much about it for the rest of the day, I just thought that tomorrow I would go there again and find out the quickest way to get there.

The next day came, and off I went to find this most enchanting place, looking forward to a picnic with my family, again sprang to mind, and the good feeling you get when you show someone something that just lifts them up in the air and makes them smile.
I had still not fathomed out what had happened, I just thought that nothing strange had occurred and I would again find this fabulous place, and just a couple of minutes from where I lived.

When I got to the road, where it all started, everything looked as before, minus the tall trees. I entered the road but it just led to what I knew was there, some houses and a dead end, no trees, no left turn, nothing, it wasn’t to be found.

The next few weeks, I searched for this place, every road in the possible vicinity, in fact.

I recollected, that before I entered the road I knew, that I was only about two minutes  from home, but when I cycled out, I was about half an hour away.

Then what really happened? Why did it happen?, And to me, do strange things like this happen to other people? What about the difference in distances? The shifting of places? Did a spirit try to show me, or tell me something? Was it a time or space portal? A distortion in material reality?.

I feel that someone, a friend or friends not living on earth, but in the spirit world, thought that I should experience something so different than what we know, and convey to me afterwards that it was part of the normal workings of God's laws, and that what man knows, is very little indeed.

I had, and still have many queries about the incident, I have my own theories, but no answers, maybe it will be revealed to me at a future time, the appropriate time.
I still go past the magical road, wondering if, I will again see the very tall and well positioned trees that lined the way to that, enchanted place!

Ian

The Journey Home

We were driving home from our one-week holiday by the sea, I was 15 my friend was 17. We had used up all the money and we were wondering if there was enough petrol to get us home.

If we could get to this petrol station where his firm had an account, then we could fill up, pay later, and everything would be OK.

We drove down the motorway, a long way from home, both of us glancing at the petrol gauge every once in while, checking to see when it would go under the red. It was a nerve-racking experience, so we decided to stop at the next motorway café, to have a think about it.

As we walked towards the entrance something on the ground caught my attention, I went over to see what it was, it was a Scottish one-pound note! I picked it up and put it in my pocket, thank you, I thought, we used their toilets, bought a pounds worth of petrol, and we were on our way again.

We drove for about an hour, the petrol gauge was now under the red mark, but we were close now, a mile or two to the petrol station. We drove through the suburbs nearing our target, then cough and splutter the car ran out of petrol.

The car rolled on silently, down hill, we turned left and right and left for what seemed to be a couple of minutes, “there’s the station”, my mate exclaimed, and he steered the car right to the petrol pump he used, and without using the brakes, the car stopped, we both got out amazed to see that the car was perfectly placed. We filled up and drove home.

Some of my relatives were Scottish, all dead now, I have never met them. If it was one of those, then I’m thankful that they watch out for me, you don’t see many Scottish pound notes in Birmingham.

But what is truly incredible is the pound worth of petrol, plus the petrol already in the tank,  the cars petrol usage, the distance involved, the rolling down the hill stopping precisely outside the pump.

The calculations involved are astronomical, think about it.

Ian

I saw myself, but I was older

 

When I was 15 yrs old, I started to take an interest in the outer world and its history. What I discovered wasn’t good, wars, dictatorship and power mad people had shaped the planet and made it what it is today. I felt a stirring inside of me telling me that this life is not what it should be, a sort of hell to say the least. All those suffering people myself included. The so called rich and powerful obsessed with making as much money as possible, their avarice and pride disgusted me.

One day just outside my house I saw someone suddenly jump over the fence, a boy of about 18 or 19yrs old, with strange sticking up hair that I had never seen before and a leather jacket. I glared at him incessantly, thinking that there is something about him, but what. He walked away from me and seemed to be in a rush, as I watched him, he suddenly turned and looked straight at me, he appeared so sad and angry almost to the point of exploding, just a moment, I thought, "he looks like me", very much like me, just like a twin brother but 3 or 4 yrs older.

He obviously didn’t think the same because he turned back around and just hurried along the way he was going. I turned behind me to see if any of my friends were around, but they were not, and when I looked for him again he had disappeared, he had either run at about 100mph to get out of my sight or he had disappeared, I concluded that he must have disappeared, strange things had occurred before and this was just one more to add to the collection.

I just stood there in the road  wondering, when a voice inside of me said

“If you carry on the way you are going you will end up like him, sad, angry and all alone”.

Well I didn’t know what to make of it, who said that? how do they know?.

As I grew through my teens I became interested in the punk movement and became one, I was a sort of loner punk with my own thoughts, not a regular punk, but I did become a rebel dispising all forms of hypocrisy and oppression.

One day I was walking by a shop window when I saw my reflection in the highly polished window when it all came back to me, I had become the boy of 18-19yrs old with exactly the same expression on my face, with spiked hair and a leather jacket, sad, angry and all alone, a replica of the boy I saw when I was 15.

Ian