posted on Jan, 14 2005 @ 06:19 PM
Back around 1982, I was living in the streets due in large part from being treated in an unprincipled way by a recent employer that was greedy. And so
it happened that one evening while being cold, tired and hungry, I decided to give God a piece of my mind as I paused for several minutes in an empty
street and ranted (at Him) with great vitriol ... and making sure that He knew how I felt about a whole bunch of people from my past that basically
used me as their urinal, all the while enjoying their rich lives of dignity and personal fulfillment.
Without going into the ugly details of my rant that night, I'll just say that I concluded it by thinking about a certain event that God okayed, and
which caused me to fall into a spiritual sewer, and an emotional and social hell for which I've been paying dearly for ever since; a cost that
virtually began when I was around three or four years of age and continues morning, noon and night to this very day.
It was a big mistake for me to do that, rant the way I did.
Not that evening, but the following one, I thought I lucked out when I discovered this big venting tunnel that came out of a hotel and streched out to
the banks of a river, allowing me to crawl in a-ways and finally get some sleep.
So that's what I did; I put some tissue in my ears to lower the fan roar, and fell asleep in this dry, noisy place. But shortly after I fell asleep,
the still ever-present roar made by the big fan that was sucking all the dirty air from the hotel's rooms began to go silent and was somehow turned
into a male voice.
THAT voice was God's!
He said to me: "Because you said to me that you would ***** ******* me, I'm saying to you now -- "
And with that said, His voice broke off and I saw a quick scene of myself tied down on my back spread eagle and naked while certain (male) hate-freaks
There was another thing in this mini vision, but I'll keep that to myself. Also, I left out what I had said to God that ticked Him off with me
because it's just not necessary to say them in any fashion ever again.
Well, there you have it. Certainly it's not the sort of white noise experience I'd prefer to share with you, but at least it is one that proves to
myself at least that communication with beings on "the other side" -- even God! -- can occur.
From my account that I've just shared here with you, I hope that instead of making much out of whether or not there's something to this white noise
thing, that you'll instead take to heart that God should ALWAYS be spoken to and about with sincere respect and goodness. And the reason I say this
is because -- and again, without going into all the details -- even though I'd blown it big time (!!!) by saying to Him what I had said, I did go
back to that spot the following night where I had spouted off and asked for forgiveness ... apologizing profusely, telling Him that I didn't really
mean what I had said, but that I just wanted to be heard (about my gripes mainly with the people that I felt had done a number on me).
And not to go on and on with this, but you might be interested to know that in 1998 I was satanically attacked in a VERY VERY serious manner, but God
had me well prepared (via unintended fasting), and thus my attackers failed in their efforts to drag my soul out of my body and into hell!!
So above all, people, even if you don't like or understand certain things going on with your lives that cause you a lot of pain, please don't ever
spit in the face (like I did!) of the only one that truly cares about you and protects you, because that other side -- Satan's -- is NOT the place
where you want to spend the rest of eternity!
P.S. That little thing that "God okayed," and which was and remains the cause of all my troubles, was actually a very easy test. But I failed it,
and so I pay.