I can remember way back in my late
teens and possibly through to my mid 20s staying awake throughout the night
reading stories about ghostly encounters in Britain’s very colourful past. I
enjoyed it, to be honest. Some of the stories were very atmospheric, whilst
others were quite scary and yet others were more like local legends, many quite
interesting. I filled my head with a lot of these stories, fairly harmless as
they went. But with this, I kind of developed a superficial interest in
demonology too, and tarot cards and really was not living as a Christian at
all. I wasn’t practising anything too weird, just reading stuff and messing
about with the tarot cards without really knowing anything about them. Perhaps
I let something in I didn’t want, but who can really say? I have suffered
depression, mood swings, social awkwardness, bizarre dreams, chronic fatigue,
bad relationships, bad friendships, heavy drinking and the pursuit of a futile
lifestyle that brought me nothing but pain, emptiness and ephemeral friendships
and relationships. I had turned my back on God, quite simply. The journey back
to God is and has been slow and painful, but slow progress is better than no
progress. I am progressing. That is something. As far as East is from West God
puts our sins. I see sin as going in one direction, and heading towards God
going in the other. If we put God first in our lives, we have less and less
time for sin and even the contemplation of sin. I wish to explore the mystery
and wonder of God and not the dubious mysteries and wanderings of the paranormal.
There is in all people, or most
people, a sense of dissatisfaction in their lives. It may not be overwhelming,
but it is there. It can come out in many ways I suppose. Boredom, a search for
adventure, drinking alcohol, taking illegal drugs of some kind, wanting to do
something exciting. It can sometimes be a negative quest or sometimes even a
positive quest. But many of us embark on some search for something more, or
something that will make our lives make more sense. We read books, we might
search through religions, we might ask clever or learned people deep questions,
but even then something might gnaw away at us. This is how I was during my
early and later teens. For other people it may start later, for some much
later. We experience things we can’t comprehend, we may ask why this person
died and why someone else lived, we may just start to want to make sense of it
all, because quite frankly a lot in the world just doesn’t seem to make sense
and on top of all this, when we start to look back at our own lives, we try to
make sense of it, and wonder if there was any sense to it or whether it was
just a collection of random events. Looking back on our own history we might
then start looking back on history in general. Maybe even the origins of
humankind and the universe and everything. I am very interested in the study of
human origins, and although of course I read the Bible to try and glean history
from Genesis, I also like to read (hopefully) unbiased scientific accounts of
the first civilisations and how those first cities and urban centres started to
develop, and how and why they developed.
The paranormal can seem to fulfil
our desire to look into what appear to be fathomless things, and to interest
ourselves not only in understanding who we are and where we come from, but also
spiritual mysteries, and mysteries of all kinds that seem lost in the mists of
time. Some of those mysteries are ones that have been mulled over for centuries
like Atlantis, and the mystery of the Sphinx and many other things that may be
more local or even more universal. But we want answers, and we go looking for
them.
My interests encompassed
particularly ghosts, UFOs, strange tales from England’s and Britain’s past, mysterious
occurrences of all kinds and many other things that could be said to be filed
under mysterious or unexplained and then I suppose the paranormal. I would also
say that the terms occult and paranormal are synonymous and actually mean the
same thing. I think occult sounds vaguely sinister, whereas paranormal almost
sounds respectable. But I actually wish to debunk that. It isn’t even that we
shouldn’t speculate on mysteries and things we can’t really understand or
comprehend, it’s that we shouldn’t seek out the wrong sources to find answers.
That’s the crux of the matter for me. If you were thirsty, would you rather
drink from a fresh clear running stream from the mountains, or a stagnant dirty
little pool that looked, and smelt, like something had died in it? To me,
that’s the difference between looking for answers from God, and trying to find
answers in the paranormal, which often doesn’t make sense when looked at
straight on. I’m someone, who at least in this case, knows what I am talking
about.
The more I sought answers in the paranormal,
or the more interested I became in the whole shebang, the more it confused me.
It seemed contradictory, and a lot of it, particularly the very deep,
philosophical and intellectual stuff that seemed to answer something deep
within me, at the same time made me feel empty or even more confused than I was
before.
‘19 Everyone has heard about your obedience,
so I am full of joy over you; but I want you to be wise about what is good, and
innocent about what is evil.’
(Romans 16:19)
I know what you are talking about Tim, I have experienced some strange supernatural things in my younger life. However, I always knew that fear was associated with much of it. It was only when I was born again of God's Spirit that I realized the power and love in the supernatural experience of knowing God through coming to Jesus.
ReplyDeleteNo long after I was born again I came back from Australia and lived in Lancashire next to a lovely lady who had lost her husband. She told me that she kept seeing her dead husband coming through the wall that joined our house onto hers. She had called in an exorcist to stop it but it still continued. One night when my husband had come down to Wales to look for a job so that we could return to Wales I woke up about two in the morning feeling ice cold and afraid. The room felt like ice. I felt there was something bad happening spiritually, and put the blanket over my head.
I suddenly remembered that a young man in the church had said he'd had a bad experience, similar to what I was feeling, and he had spoken out the name of Jesus and it went. I started to sing a chorus, and as soon as I sang the name 'Jesus' the bad feeling went and the temperature of the room altered.
The next morning the lady next door came into my house for a cup of coffee, as she did often, and told me that she had experienced the awful thing concerning her dead husband, and then suddenly it had disappeared. I asked her what time it had happened and she said 'two in the morning.' I told her what had happened in my bedroom at exactly that time.
She never experienced her dead husband coming out of the wall again. That is the power in the name of Jesus.
In short, the paranormal is all a load of baloney!!!
ReplyDeleteThere are things that we still don't understand about spiritual things, and even though there are demonic spirits that are spoken of in the Bible, if we just live by the Holy Spirit's teaching we shall be safe.
ReplyDeleteI understand exactly what you are talking about.
ReplyDeleteI understand exactly what you are talking about.
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