Greetings
I'm new at this, this is my first post, please bear with me. There is a lot to this, I'll be brief.
I recently learned of Meyers-Briggs and personality types. My Daughter, who has a degree in psychology, never mentioned it. When I discovered "me" and asked her about it she agreed I was an INFJ. Then changed the subject. She doesn't discuss such things with family members. She is a certified therapist.
My experience with "God":
When I was 13 I lived in a small town with a nice patch of woods nearby. The forest is where I am most comfortable, I've wandered the woods since I was 9. On the backside of this patch was an open face iron mine with many vertical faces. I had climbed around on it several times. At the top there was an area that went into the face a little, enough room for 4 people. The Cave. We would lower ourselves to a small ledge and then go into the indentation.
One day after school I decided that was where I was going to go until dinner time. A neighbor asked if he could go along, I had my BB gun with me and he'd like to try it. His Father had split so this kid had no experience with one. I said sure and off we went. We shot at acorns, scared an occasional chipmunk.
When we reached the top of the cliff I asked him if he had ever been down to the cave. He said no and I suggested we go down. I had done this dozens of times. Over the edge I slide myself carrying the BB gun, why I don't know, the other guy could have handed it down to me. I somehow slipped off the ledge we stepped to get into the indentation and dropped several feet to the next ledge and started sliding across it. With the momentum I had I couldn't stop myself and off I went further down to the next one. As I fell I flipped and landed on the left side of my head. The pain was intense but very brief. I then was walking down a dark corridor....
There was no pain, no memory at that time of felling off the cliff, just that I was walking down a dark corridor with someone behind my right shoulder. I asked where we were going, there was no answer. I asked if it would take long, there was no answer. So we walked. We came to the end, it really looked like the corridor continued, but there was a corridor that went to the left. Standing there was a man in a brown suit wearing wire rimmed glasses, standing in front of a very tall wooden door. He smiled and gestured towards the door and it opened. The brightest, whitest light one can imagine came out of it. It was like looking into the sun but I could still see. On the other side was a huge space without walls with figures moving. The figures had no real shapes. I stepped back and looked at the man in the brown suit. He gestured me to go through the door. I shook my head and said no, I'm not ready. He looked over my shoulder at the being that had walked down the corridor with me with an expression of like now what. I turned around and looked at the being. There was no real shape, just a greyish figure. I said 3 times over an undeterminable time period, "God. I am not ready." After the 3rd time I woke up.
I knew I was hurt bad, but there was no intense pain, just an ache. I yelled up to my friend, who was screaming his head off, that I was dazed and needed help getting back up to the top, to the trail out. When we got to the trail I told him to go get my Father. By the time I got to the road Dad was there and off to the hospital we went.
I had a sever concussion, nearly ripped my left ear off, a cut on the side of my head, scraped my face, had a couple of gouges in my right leg and nerve damage in my left shoulder, my left eye was totally bloodshot for several months. I didn't feel my left shoulder for 3 years.
I was not a church going kid. I did attend Sunday school when I was younger at the insistence of my Mother , somewhat by Dad, but had stopped going by the age of 10.
Even though I called this form God when I face to face, I've always had this feeling that it wasn't "God" as taught at Sunday school. I think of it as The Entity, The Supreme Being, The One. I believe there is another level of existence, a rebirth of sorts into another dimension. I died. It was decided by The Entity that I continue on my path in this world. I believe The Entity looked into the future and saw the two beautiful Human Beings I would create. My Daughters. And they are making a difference in the lives of others that need help. They are why I exist.
I'm new at this, this is my first post, please bear with me. There is a lot to this, I'll be brief.
I recently learned of Meyers-Briggs and personality types. My Daughter, who has a degree in psychology, never mentioned it. When I discovered "me" and asked her about it she agreed I was an INFJ. Then changed the subject. She doesn't discuss such things with family members. She is a certified therapist.
My experience with "God":
When I was 13 I lived in a small town with a nice patch of woods nearby. The forest is where I am most comfortable, I've wandered the woods since I was 9. On the backside of this patch was an open face iron mine with many vertical faces. I had climbed around on it several times. At the top there was an area that went into the face a little, enough room for 4 people. The Cave. We would lower ourselves to a small ledge and then go into the indentation.
One day after school I decided that was where I was going to go until dinner time. A neighbor asked if he could go along, I had my BB gun with me and he'd like to try it. His Father had split so this kid had no experience with one. I said sure and off we went. We shot at acorns, scared an occasional chipmunk.
When we reached the top of the cliff I asked him if he had ever been down to the cave. He said no and I suggested we go down. I had done this dozens of times. Over the edge I slide myself carrying the BB gun, why I don't know, the other guy could have handed it down to me. I somehow slipped off the ledge we stepped to get into the indentation and dropped several feet to the next ledge and started sliding across it. With the momentum I had I couldn't stop myself and off I went further down to the next one. As I fell I flipped and landed on the left side of my head. The pain was intense but very brief. I then was walking down a dark corridor....
There was no pain, no memory at that time of felling off the cliff, just that I was walking down a dark corridor with someone behind my right shoulder. I asked where we were going, there was no answer. I asked if it would take long, there was no answer. So we walked. We came to the end, it really looked like the corridor continued, but there was a corridor that went to the left. Standing there was a man in a brown suit wearing wire rimmed glasses, standing in front of a very tall wooden door. He smiled and gestured towards the door and it opened. The brightest, whitest light one can imagine came out of it. It was like looking into the sun but I could still see. On the other side was a huge space without walls with figures moving. The figures had no real shapes. I stepped back and looked at the man in the brown suit. He gestured me to go through the door. I shook my head and said no, I'm not ready. He looked over my shoulder at the being that had walked down the corridor with me with an expression of like now what. I turned around and looked at the being. There was no real shape, just a greyish figure. I said 3 times over an undeterminable time period, "God. I am not ready." After the 3rd time I woke up.
I knew I was hurt bad, but there was no intense pain, just an ache. I yelled up to my friend, who was screaming his head off, that I was dazed and needed help getting back up to the top, to the trail out. When we got to the trail I told him to go get my Father. By the time I got to the road Dad was there and off to the hospital we went.
I had a sever concussion, nearly ripped my left ear off, a cut on the side of my head, scraped my face, had a couple of gouges in my right leg and nerve damage in my left shoulder, my left eye was totally bloodshot for several months. I didn't feel my left shoulder for 3 years.
I was not a church going kid. I did attend Sunday school when I was younger at the insistence of my Mother , somewhat by Dad, but had stopped going by the age of 10.
Even though I called this form God when I face to face, I've always had this feeling that it wasn't "God" as taught at Sunday school. I think of it as The Entity, The Supreme Being, The One. I believe there is another level of existence, a rebirth of sorts into another dimension. I died. It was decided by The Entity that I continue on my path in this world. I believe The Entity looked into the future and saw the two beautiful Human Beings I would create. My Daughters. And they are making a difference in the lives of others that need help. They are why I exist.