What's the strangest thing that ever happened to you?

[_Pokatator]

The strangest thing that ever happened to me?

I went through the SLC Temple in 1987.

Don't believe me? Read about it here:
*WARNING: May cause Mormon garments to get all wadded up **
http://mormondiscussions.com/discuss/viewtopic.php?p=7996#7996
http://mormondiscussions.com/discuss/viewtopic.php?p=8035#8035

You must have led a tame life.

I guess I led a tame life also. But my scarest moment is the same as PP's and coincidentally the same year and the the same place. Blood oaths and all.

I could relate two separate auto accidents that I walked away from without a scratch that would seem physically impossible to have come out of alive. I have a controlled but uncurable disease that has now been correctly diagnosed for the last 3 years but has been misdiagnosed for 25 years previous. I could probably add a few other examples that don't mean anything because they don't have anything to do with my salvation, but the temple does. I don't think the man behind the curtain is God. If it was God he would know his child, his creation without a reccommend, without being washed and annointed, without a new name, without new clothes and underwear, without making 3 blood oaths, without all the other hoops that you have to jump through. He would even know who I am no matter what kind of sinner I am, even if I had the smell of tobacco or drink on my breath, even if I was a theif, he would know me no matter who or what I am or what station or condition in life I am. The Mormon god is not a powerful god at all. You have to save your self, you have to save your dead (God can't do it?), the Mormon god is impotent. The Mormon god is not the Christain God that teaches differently, that he saves you, not works, not the temple, not tithing, not WofW, etc. etc., but by grace, a free unearned gift.

[_jayneedoe]

I’ve had two severely traumatizing hospital visits wherein I came home and hallucinated.

The first one my bedroom walls were “padded” and I saw amazing geometrical patterns covering the walls. The “themes” would shift. One minute it would look like an Arabian tent, with elaborate pillows on the ground, tassels on the tent, very lush and ornate. Then it would shift into just a black and white padded cell with intricate geometric shapes. Scared the “F” out of me.

The second time was last December, and this time it was much more inexplicable. I almost wonder if I had a near-death experience, but not an ordinary one.

I had tried to suicide and discovered I did not want to die, and that I did not HAVE to die. This was a huge shock for me because I thought I had to.

When I got home I was severely shell shocked, and saw the same hallucinations described before. On top of that I saw incredible flowers that looked like they‘d been made out of cellophane just floating in air toward me, very gently. At first I was very frightened, but I purposely calmed myself down and just let myself experience, and surprising it was not menacing at all. (I have “terror dreams” almost nightly.)

I began looking around and could see “people,” in the same colors as the flowers, sitting up in the rafters waving at me. The room was alive with “life.”

I didn’t know what to make of it, and I admit I started sobbing. I was so shattered, and I knew this was all in my mind, but I didn’t really care. I came to think of them as my “fairies.”\

Next was the most amazing hallucination!

I went into the bathroom, sat there peeing, and saw a gossamer fabric willowing with the breezes from the window across the hall. I tried to touch it but it would disintegrate in my hands. The shown walls were brand new and I just thought the gossamer net was something placed on the glass to strengthen it . I knew it was real, because I could blow on it and it would move. In fact, the whole room was filled with it. It was amazing.

The next day I had my daughter look at it, and . . . nothing! I looked everywhere, and there was NOTHING! I could not believe it!

You have to remember, this is 2 days after I’ve gotten out of the psych ward, and I’m scaring my daughter half to death! But I could not explain this!

So that night, late, I went back in, and sure enough, there it was, everywhere! And I could make it move by blowing on it, moving my arm through it, and pulling a stick through it. It was damned everywhere!!!

To this day I feel like I saw a substance that exists that our minds cannot see. It billowed in the wind for crying out loud!

Whatever it was, it was fascinating!

That was a while ago. Since then, no more hallucinations.

Jaynee