reply to post by StormyStars
Actually I am not saying you are a simpleton, I have met a really great Pagan as they and you call it today and a really nice decent person whom
would not harm anyone, I am explaining the original meaning and how it entered the language, I did not mean to come accross as insulting or debasing
but I am and happen to be a christian.
Here is something I have shared before.
I have experienced many paranormal encounters in my life and Refused a FORCED Request for me to become a MEDIUM.
I had what You may referre to as your inner eye opened while I was fully awake and could see a red destert with a valley between me and a host of men
all looking young with strange almost deranged eye's, they stood on the opposite side of the valley from me and it was a rocky dry barren place, I
strangely could see no woman among them.
At 19 I was with a friend and his two cousins and we were set to climb (Or rather walk) up mount Snowdon Which as you know was a sacred mountain to
the British and Irish Druids.
We stayed in a converted sheep shed (Converted is liberal use to say it had some bunk beds in it and a kettle) and I had the bunk at the furthest
back (We all had our own bunk) near a window by a painting on the wall I could not make heads or tales of as it seemed abstract and just a shape.
The first night of the three nights we went down the field to a pub which litteraly was opposite us and the field was crammed with tent's, that
night a storm and heavy rain blew up after we went back to the shed we had hired form a farmer,
The next morning the field was empty except for two tent's both abandoned and collapsed but we still walked the area looking at the rather
unimpressive remains of an old castle with diminutive doorways and robbed out of it's sleight so that barely anything ramains other than a few broken
down walls and the stub of a tower, We walked near the old miners huts' which though roofless looked almost better than our shed but the weather was
rainy so we put of the ascent.
That second night I had a terrible presentment and knew I was going to die, I prayed not for myself but for my family and friends and tried to
forgive they whom had done me wrong, I said to my God if it was his will then so be it but I did not want to die so I was frightened.
A strange calm and stillness descended on me and I felt and Heard a voice Though there was no sound, it was more powerful and all encompassing then
anything you could possibly imagine and It simply said "Do not be afraid my son this is neither the time nor the place, it stilled me and I felt awed
but slept well that night on that bare bunk.
The following day Jude in the lead and me second with Andrew and John behind we walked to the little cog rail station and up along side the track
until we entered the mist (We were definitely not dressed appropriatly either), Soon we were soaking wet and chilled to the bone as that fine cloud
mist soakes you far worse than normal rain ever could and seems to seep into your body, Jude said "Follow me I know a shortcut" and veered off to
the left along a scree path onto a steeper angle of the mountain, We not too long after at a cliff face on a thin scree covered ledge with the mist
all that was visible below and he free climbed up the cliff, I followed but was not only the worst prepared of us in sponge trainers but I forgot my
three point's rule and grasped a clump of moss which came away in my hand.
I fell and John and Andrew each cought a wrist simultaneously, they were still standing on the ledge at the cliff base and the back of my feet caught
the ledge while I was leaning out backward over the misty drop and they pulled me in, Both of them were white faced and I have no idea what I looked
like but laughed it off, then continued to the climb.
At the top of Snowdon is or was a restaurant for tourists and after finding ordinance survay marker which marks the highest point we made out way to
it, as we walkin in one of the staff swore in welsh whom was mopping he floor and we were the only people other than the three staff in there, we got
a much needed hot coffee and walked back down along the much safe rail line.
My mother whom is an anglican had the afterbirth left in by a midwife after she gave birth to my sister Jeanette (I am the youngest) and she suffered
septisemia and died for a time, she was in a mountainous place and walked up a mountain down and up another mountain, there was a woman the image of
the virgin mary beckoning her and my mother wanted to go to her but then she thought of her children and the bad abusive alcoholic husband whom they
would be left with and for love of her children screamed at the woman that she hated her and ran back down the mountain, in the hospital the doctors
where amazed and shocked as she simply came back to life on the table.
One night I was seriously ill (I have had health issues since my childhood but a doctor whom was fleeing Chili via liverpool and was helped by the
church whom my mother was asked for help by told my mother after he had seen me that I was a very sick little boy and to give me chocolate (needless
to say I loved it) and my leg's which alway's pained stopped paining, while I have never been an athlete I am still here) My mother prayed to the
virging for help and I awoke to see a light sillouette of a woman, her face was not visible but the sillouette was a match for the virgin statue at
lourdes and she was praying with a rosary making the sign of the cross over me.
All of my paranormal experience began at the age of three or four when I was playing in the garden of the council house we lived in and I heard a old
mans hissing whispered voice in my righ ear, I was alone in the garden with my toy cars but the trauma burned this into my memory and before the age
of two I have no memorys, It said "Poor Poor Paul, you are going to have such a terrible terrible sad life I feel so so very sorry for you, I'll
tell you what give my your soul and I will give you a wonderful wonderful life, My name is Satan", I screamed in terror and though I did not know
whom Satan was I Said "NO" and ran into my mother crying in fright, the Voice had instilled fear into me.
I have seen and been attacked by what I would call devil's or bad spirits and though I am hardly a saintly person (my head is swayed all to easily
by simple physical attraction to any beautifull woman so I am shallow hal as well), I know God is there.
At the height of my pain I had a out of body experience unlike others I have suffered and on this one I was somewere very dark but there ahead of me
was a ladder made of ancient wood like two tree's reaching infinitely upward and the rung's seemd to be shared as branch between the two trunk's,
the wood was hard a iron, dry and cracked along the grain, there were not's in the wood of the two trunk's and the rung's which were smooth to the
wood and no protruberance, the wood runs or trunks were about a foot thick and the rung's about 6 to 8 inches thick, I was in my body there but it
felt numb and somehow seperate but real just detached as though I was barely connected to it but I could nevertheless feel what it felt, there was
someone the spirits had tormented me with, a woman somewhere whom was in distress and I could not find her though I tried so I looked and it looked
like a climb of forever yet I chose to climb knowing I would be climbing forever, as I reached the third rung I fell forward and was suddenly not on
the ladder but a feeling of incredible shame and guilt fell on me and I could not look up but I asked "Please Lord Look After Her" though I have no
idea whom it was I was asking for, then I stepped down (I could have asked for anything but that is why I climbed the ladder and no other reason), One
rung, I could see a rod or columb in front of me like a staff and it was standing on it's own, I felt myself fall back into my physical body and came
back to this misserable demon rat infested world.
But do I believe in god, Oh yes he is there.
You asked so I have told you, there is a lot more I could tell you but it is hell to remember it all and some of it is too strange when My soul has
swung back and forth in the battle so I am sickened by some of it to a degree I would rather not.