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I've asked many people ow they know God exists and I've never found any answer outside of “because it's written in the bible” or “because I feel him.” Does anyone have any true experiences with God, angels, dead relatives or anything that can prove their's an afterlife?
First, I don't believe in the afterlife, meaning people go to heaven of hell as soon as they die. If that's what you meant by afterlife. About things of the afterlife, try reading “Are the Dead Alive Now?” by V.P. Wierwille.
These writings should help you concerning God:
http://heaven.net.nz/answers/answer21.htm
https://heavennet.net/answers/answer30.htm
http://heaven.net.nz/answers/answer33.htm
http://heaven.net.nz/answers/answer35.htmVisions (dreams given by God through the Holy Spirit) can be found on the visions page..
Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto; whom no man hath seen, nor can see: to whom be honour and power everlasting. Amen. Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; – 1 Timothy 16:16-17 (KJV)
God Bless
When I was about 6, some people came to my school, and told me there was a GoD, Basically what i got out of it was, YOu can ask him for stuff. I lost a toy gun , spent hours looking for it- I was so frustrated, then I prayed, something to GoD about finding my gun. All of a sudden I thought of a place that I didnt look b4, under my bead cover, and there it was. So i was like, hmm, theres a GoD.
When I was 8 we moved to a town where it was common to use weji boards, I was brough up being told lil bible things or something, cause I was a nice kid. This town that I visited, people tried to drown me in the local pool the first week I moved there, first day of school, Yr 6 kids would beat me up- I was in Yr 3, Eventually because I wouldnt fight back they sent Kindergarden Kids to fight me. Eventually I hit one of them back. They stoped once I hit a kinder kid.
The place was really bad- some older kid made friends with me, he lived just down the road. One day we got off the bus, he had a friend with him, He told me to stop, so i did, Then his friend held my arms together, and this guy started laying punches into my head. Athletics carnivals random guys would beat me, swiming carnivals older kids would try and drown me. They didnt succeed cause I was a kikass swimmer, It was common practise for me to swim 40 laps or more.Anyway- Three months after I moved there- I was awake in Bed, all the lights on, all the lights in the hallway on, all the lights in the room accross from my room on. Singing 'kumbiah my Lord' It was for the school chior. All of a sudden, while im singing, I hear this piercing noise, Sortof like when youve listened to music too loud. And it Got louder and louder, I was curious and worried, I looked out my window to see where the noise was coming from, My curtains were closed, The noise was getting louder, Unbearably louder, I looked over at my open doorway, to the lighted hallway, and, I saw these two Figures, Two creatures, who's skin colour was red, whos eyes were like normal eyes, but bigger pupils, They had hornscoming from the sides of the top of the heads, Like a classic demon picture, except one was short and fat about 70 cm's the other was skinny and tall, about 1+ metre. I was so scared, I couldnt move, I went to scream, but nothing came out- These stood there about 1 metre off the ground, I say stood cause they didnt move, except they stared at me, looking right into my eyes, Increasing this fear feeling and the loud noise while I stood there unable to do anything. Then all of a sudden I could move, I ran straight through them and into the loungeroom where my family was. I was never into religion at this stage, We had scripture at school, For the 3 months before this happened, Mum made me go to a baptist scripture class at school, These things that had scared me so much and were spirit things, I figured, they must be demons, and if there are Demons, theres GoD and he'll help me. So I insisted my parents took me to church.
But Just cause I went to church didnt stop these things, I couldnt sleep in my room, Priests prayed over the house, I was sent to syciatrists, I fell asleep to one of the sciciatry tapes, and the demons liked to make things worse because of it. Going to church made the things not so blaitant, a couple of days after I went to church they wouldnt bother me, But then, they would start tormenting me again. I slept in my parents room for 3 months untill they had enough of it, and put me back in my room, I always had the light on, and the radio on a lil bit , it seemed to be a comfert, and that lildistraction helped me ignore what was going on. So, they would get me where there is no distraction, In my dreams, I would have nightmares, and wake up feeling all afraid, and like someone was watching me. The way I woke out of these nightmares was to Pray in them, after kneeling in my dreams, and call to GoD, I would wake, afraid, scared, Id turn on the radio. The noise would be so loud in my ears, that high pitch squeely noise, theyd use it to make me more scared. Eventually I'd collapse from tiredness. My dreams would be of zany things, or my littlist brother in the form of a demon triing to kill me.
Every night for 9 years i prayed this prayer “Dear GoD, please forgive me for my sins, (i'd talk about the day), please protect me from Satan, Demons and evil spirits, I pray in the name of your son Jesus chirst who you sent to die on the cross. Amen”
Every night!!!!!! Every night!!!!! and GoD did not stop them!!! No person of the church could stop them!!!! They didnt know how!!! But now i know because of what Ive experianced.
As the years went on it they got worse, they had more controll physically, I would ignore the dreams, In the day its easy to forget. I could never be alone without feeling afraid, without the piercing noise getting louder in daylight or anytime.
At night I would still have dreams that my littlist brother was a Demon triing to kill me, I'd still pray to get out of them, when i was awake there was still the loud piercing noise, and I was afriad, But More would happen, when Id close my eyes to sleep, It would feel like the whole unerverse was being forced into my head, I could not close my eye's without it happening, Eventually, after i was awake for hours, and had not closed my eye's, I would fall asleep, Maybe GoD made them stop and let me sleep or something.
I stopped going to church when i entered highschool, we moved to a better place by then.
When I was 16, I got really sick with Chronic Fategue syndrome, And with this illness, constantly put myself in danger, I almost chokled on my food, so many times, id say about 30-50 times in all, Every time, when i couldnt breathe anymore, Id call to GoD in my mind, and the food would come out. I was so bad physically, I could not even lift a glass of water off the table, I would just knock it over, I was a prisoner is my own body. Meanwhile the Demons didnt stop.
I was seeking, for truth, I went to many places, for healing, tried positive thinking and all kinds of stuff, none of it worked.
A couple of times I'd gone to churches, and felt really GooD, Like this warm kikass feeling, my friends also felt it, I was like cool!
Then one day, a friend of mine, told me that Jesus was in heaven before the creation of the world and was sent to die on the cross. And I felt that same feeling as I had walked into the churches , Somehow I knew that what she had told me was right, I said to her “I dont know why, but your right”
I started reading the bible as soon as I got off the phone to her, She told me to read John, Thats what i did. I learnt, i must repent, Ive got a King, I was like WOW Ive got a king!!!
That morning, about 4am, I woke with all of these demons scrapping at me, pulling at me, about 7 demons, surrounding me, from what it seemed triing to get in me- I just sat there, I had such peace about the situation- I was like, Hmm, I'll wait and see what they try to do. After a couple of secconds, I told them, Get out of here in Jesus name, They were gone Halfway through me saying Jesus name, They knew It was too late , ^_^.
I had been suicidal for many years, obsessive over women, a constant pain, afraid continually. But finally GoD made a way for me to be set free. KNowing Jesus was in heaven and Sent to earth was the Key, was what made my life better.
I gtg now I'll write more l8r'z
I point you to my experiences. These are personal and yes they happened.
https://heavennet.net/testimonies/testimony01.htm
I think Ringo 111's testimony and so many others' makes it clear that there indeed is a God and a spirit world. It often makes me think of the movie the Matrix; a world or “realm” existing and coinciding with our own only most people go about their lives unaware of it. I say most because these accounts as posted here make some major exceptions. I read an account once of a minister who went through pretty much the same attacks as Ringo.
Evil spirits would show up in his bedroom at night and constantly torture him. This all happened when the man was ~ 17-18 yrs old and currently beggining a ministry. After pleading the name of Jesus they left but many other attacks (depression, etc. followed). I don't know why some people endure such frontline attacks. What I do know is that most people who do recieve such attacks are indeed on the frontlines of spiritual battle. Many prominent ministers and evangelists go through amazing accounts which would make lord of the rings seem more credible, but amazingly, they are indeed true.
I have thankfully never experienced such spiritual attacks as that but I have had mental wars.I had been berated for some time in my mind to curse God and Jesus; It got really bad. I went to a campmeeting in Tampa and went to the front to recieve a laying on of hands by an evangelist. I fell under the power of the Holy spirit and started to speak in tongues. I have never believed in tongues since most people I have been around are Babtist.
I didn't know what I was saying or how I was saying it; all I knew was that it wasn't me cognatively speaking words that I knew. Instantly afterwards thoughts began to plague me more seriously than before. “It's fake, it's not real ; God's fake Just say it!!!” I would hear it often. I still haven't fully gotten rid of it but every time it starts to hinder me in prayers, etc. I plead the name of Jesus and it ceases.
So finally in response to the post; God is more real than anything in this world. You can try to explain his existence through mathematics, quantum mechanics and the like, but until you can pour your heart out to him and hearnestly seek him you will only be left with arguments to people who won't believe God exists no matter how much scientific or logistical evidence you put forth.I remeber when i was first introduced to the bible and the Holy Spirit. It was through the Life in the Spirit seminars in the ctholic charismatic renewal that we discovered that the bible was true, that scripture could be used to find out about God and that if you asked Him for the Spirit it was poured out.A man in our group had hands laid on him to receive the Spirit and he started speaking in tongues as that evidence.
It was a common experience for us and we assumed the tongues were real but could not be sure. After he had finished a Maori man in the group was amazed and said
“Now I believe because that man has just said the 'Our Father' in Maori.”
Our experience was real but was like the men with Cornelius in Acts 10. We had yet to be baptised as Peter insisted with Cornelius and only a few of us took that extra step to confirm our salvation and most of the others, sadly, have drifted back to the traditional church-the whore of Babylon.Hi,
In the early 1980s I was a member of the Full Gospel Businessmens Fellowship Int [ till I left when I found that they regarded baptism in water as unnecessary] We used to go occasionally to outlying towns and put on meetings to talk about the baptism in the Spirit.
Three of our committee arranged a meeting at 7pm and, since it takes an hour and a half to drive there, arranged to meet and leave in the one car after work at 5.30pm. The driver was late and we left town at 5 mins to 6. We had to stop en route to drop something off and that took another 10 mins.
We did not hurry but stayed below the speed limit and did a lot of bible sharing, praying and singing in tongues on the way. When we got there we found no one there. We looked at our watches and found it was only a quarter to 7. The trip that should have taken 90 mins took only 45!
We scratched our heads and could not come up with any explanation except that we had witnessed a miracle.Who else has a blessing to share?
Here is a strange one.
I was driving a car from the airport after I picked up my brother. I am a good driver and had a transport business but I was momentarily distracted and saw that the car in front of me had stopped. I jammed on the breaks but I hit the car in front of me and was unsure of the damage but was sure that there would be some considering the speed of impact.
Before I got out of the car I prayed that God would do some kind of miracle and get me out of this situation. The other guy got out after I did and we both looked at the cars and there was no damamge at all. I just couldn't believe it, but the strangest thing of all was that the guy made out that I didn't actually hit him. We both got back in our cars and my brother asked me why I got out of the car because I didn't crash into it.
Now I was driving and I had a driving job at the time and I know when I have hit something. I am an alert driver but my reality said one thing and everyone else saw something else. I wasn't complaining about it of course but I was either seriously not with it that day or God did a miracle.
I thought about my prayer that I said before I got out of the car and I just wondered if maybe.
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