Have u ever experienced the existence of GOD? Care to share?

Question

I have never exprienced before, so i would like to hear those experiences. Care to share with all?

Answer 1

Yes I have/do everyday of my life but the first time, I will never forget it, I was pregnant with my first and the doctors told me that if I carried my baby, that I would die, no if's and's or but's about it, I would die (I do not agree with abortion nor have I ever even before I became close with God). I was only 16 yrs old. I was scared out of my mind, and you know what? I said a quick prayer ( the first one in a long long time) and all of a sudden it was like a wave came over me, i guess you could call it a wave of peace and I just knew that everything is going to be alright, no matter what, I was going to be ok, my baby, was going to be fine, and I just let out the biggest laugh! I laughed at my doctors when they repeated themselves! Now I have not only 1 but 2 (they told me the same thing the second time too!) beautiful, and happy children! They are both srtong and healthy kids! Thats the first time I felt him, but it most certainly was not the last!

Answer 2

We were in new orleans last august, I had lived there for about 4 years, I was a bartender and I did alot of drugs and I was all around not being very good to myself. About 6 days after the storm we were all exhausted and cranky and the older folks were starting to freak out... I prayed for the first time in 5 years..I was so scared and all we kept hearing was that they weren't going to send help, The national guard wasn't there yet and we heard gunshots all night as soon as the sun went down it was really scary and i'm 21 at the time so I was freakin out.So I'm laying in bed praying and i started to think about the true situation. We had an entire living room filled with enough food to feed everyone in the apartment complex that was left...we were cooking on a campfire, our shower still worked allbeit was all cold water, we were busy working every day helping people who would have provavly lost all hope if we weren't there and I thought to myself maybe I'm praying for the wrong things....that's when I realized that I was probably a tool sent to answer someone else's prayer. At that moment it wasn't about my petty sufferings it was about survivng in the community...my faith was restored then

Answer 3

I havent met GOD, but I did once have an encounter with Jesus! He's a dark skinned man like it says in the bible. he drives an El Camino and sells tomato's from a road side stand. He truely works in mysterious ways!

Answer 4

Yes in big ways ,and some times in a small way, but big to me.I know he`s with me in my walk through life,for I feel him.Even in really tough situations ,I just know he`s there.

Answer 5

Yes.
By sixteen I had given up on the world and finally, even God.
At seventeen “I” ceased to exist.
It only lasted about five hours. I say about, because I am not exactly sure. I only know from what came after.

Sitting on my bed, I prayed to a theoretical god for the world to be saved from itself. I asked aloud why people did the things to each other and to themselves that they did, and prayed for this “god” to intervene. He did not answer.

I was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, back straight, with no thoughts at all except to identify each of the objects as they came to my awareness. I walked out of my room, not unsteady, but unsure, like finding oneself on the moon after a long trip only to find not only one’s house, but one’s street, city, country, and world there as well.

I realized that I didn’t need to speak aloud. Logically, if he was God, he did not need to hear my voice to know my prayers, so I prayed silently. I prayed for the pain to stop, for the fighting to stop, for the judging to stop. I asked why a God would let such things continue? He did not answer.

I realized that he must already know these questions, being my God. He must know them and know the answers, so I just sat in awareness, waiting to feel my God.
He did not answer.

I realized that he wasn’t going to answer. A more crushing blow I could not imagine. I’d looked everywhere a seventeen-year old child can look for God, everywhere I could think of. I realized I was alone, and worse, the whole universe was alone. The lynch pin of my existence, something that had seeped into the very being of my barely-adult soul, the idea that there was nothing worth being but God – as primitive as my conception was – had been pulled.

In that moment, when I couldn't go forward or backward. Couldn't give up my love and desire for God, but could never reach him, in that moment:

Everything, everywhere, everywhen, simultaneously.

When I next became aware of myself, I was on the bed, crosslegged, upright (all as before), in my room. I had the memory of having experienced everything, everywhere, everywhen, simultaneously, but not as "me". It's kind of like waking up with the memory of being someone else. Not "You" being someone else, just having someone else's memories. It was like that, save that the "memories were of everything, everywhere, everywhen, simultaneously.

A long trip? It seemed like moments. It had lasted five hours, a fact I discovered by going into the kitchen and being told by my mother that I was late for dinner. She wondered where I had been. I told her, "In my room." She got upset with me, which was extemely rare, as I had a very good relationship with her and didn't lie to her, even rarely. She told me she had been in my room and I hadn't been there. She told me that she appreciate the lie. She dropped the subject and walked away to finish dinner. As far as I knew, I had been on my bed, in plain sight of the door, the entire time, or so I had assumed.

I didn’t keep all that knowledge. Having a human brain is somewhat limiting, but it sure changed my perspective! Most of what humans accept as normal and natural was transparent to me. Most of what I had been had been burned away and could not return. I was left with some very interesting and useful knowledge, but most of my desire and ambition were gone. It's been kind of like discovering the secret of wheel and suddenly losing interest in travelling anywhere or moving anything. It's a great side effect for limitiing the proliferation of gurus, I suppose.

The next year was quite interesting, but another story, as is the aftermath of my life (I'm 45 this year). It's made being a public school teacher amazingly easy (I don't teach them religion or politics or morals. I'm not paid to indocrinate anyone's children.)

Shortly thereafter I went to the hospital and had a cat scan and went to psychologist.
The cat-scan showed no damage or difference of note. The psychologist said, after a few visits, that there was really nothing he could do to help me, as the experience, whatever it was, seemed to have only good effects, but that I could start visiting him again if I had any doubts. He was impressed that I was open to questioning the experience despite the vividness of it.

That was almost thirty (30) years ago.

Answer 6

Does God have another name called spirituality or star trek fan? I do believe in them!

Answer 7

Yes and daily