one_raven said:
Lori,
I know you get this a lot, and I know what the impressions are of most of the people that ask you, but I assure you, this is not in ridicule, nor it is a plea for you to seek professional help.
Thank God.
It's simple questions from an interested and curious person.
Now that is more like it...that I can appreciate.
I would like to know, however, how you know that this is spirits and mystical interractions in the spiritual realm, rather than simple, straight-forward psychosis?
How do you know it's not your mind playing tricks on you?
I am sure (or at least I hope) that you understand and recognize that psychosis does exist and affects people in simillar ways to your visions and voices.
How do you know that it doesn't apply to you?
What is the deciding distinction for you?
That's a totally legit question, and I'll do my best to answer it. I'm sure that you can appreciate that it's sometimes difficult to interpret personal impressions and feelings or a sense of knowing or understanding into words. Especially when it has to do with the spiritual realm and these manifestations of it. It's just not something that I'm used to talking about or hearing about or even experiencing...at least not in relation to most other things...the things of the flesh...the things and happenings of this material world. Those things are easy to talk about and describe because we do it all the time...we're taught to in school even. But things that are not of this world are not so easy to talk about and describe...no one ever taught me much about that.
First, I would have to say the most obvious thing is that I've never been diagnosed with any mental problems or psychosis before...nothing even remotely close...quite the opposite actually. I'm the one that people confide in when they need to talk. I'm the one that people come to if they need help. I'm the responsible one. I'm the smart one...the capable one...the one that no one worries about. There have actually been times in my life when I've even resented this way that others see me and treat me. Like why does everyone else get to be weak and behave foolishly and irresponsibly and need bailing out all the time and I don't? Doesn't that sound weird? But it's almost like I felt neglected because no one ever worried about me before. Or there have been times when I've felt taken advantage of or taken for granted. I know, it's strange that I would feel that way...and I could never really stand the thought of being weak or needy either. I'm a control freak historically. I say this in retrospect because God has been changing me over the years...I've come to need Him...and to give up all control to Him...to recognize my weaknesses...and to appreciate very much the idea of needing someone else...or relying on someone else...a man that is, and in a marital and symbiotic ying yang kind of way you know. Anyway, I digress...
It seems odd to me now looking back that no one ever did worry about me back then, because as responsible and capable as I was, I was also truly self-destructive, extremely unhappy, and all because I believed lies about myself and this life that were truly ridiculous. So now people worry about me and think I'm nuts, while the opposite is true...that I now understand the truth about things that allows me to be happier, healthier, more fulfilled, productive, and "saner" than I've ever been. I don't know...I guess in a way, you've got to be somewhat nuts to be considered normal in this world.
So that explains other's perspectives of me...now for my own. I've never experienced anything like this before or in relation to anything else...meaning that this phenomenon is very specific. The experience has been very directed...by my prayer...by my sincere desires...legitimate desires that have been brought about by life experience. Seek and you shall find...and I sought...and I found. And back in the day, the answer that I got, I must say, was not the answer that I necessarily wanted...considering the circumstances...probably the opposite. But the thing is that because of the circumstances, I had to know the truth, regardless of what it was, of what it meant, of what the consequences were, of whether or not it was what I wanted to hear or to have to deal with.
And so it's been a progression over the years...this relationship with God. The things He's taught me and shown me...sometimes through circumstance, feelings, ideas or understanding that just "comes from out of nowhere", and on rare occasions this voice of His. But it's all been in response to prayer...to satisfy a sincere desire of mine to understand certain things.
This thing recently though has been over the top freaking trippy. Blown my f'ing mind. And here's the thing...my mind isn't contriving this...my mind can barely even keep up with this. I can barely get my pee-brain around it...it's so meaningful and amazing. The thing is that I'm neither smart enough nor imaginative enough to ever even attempt to make something like this up...it would be absolutely impossible for anyone to...it's way too complicated and profound...and straight out of the Bible for crying out loud. Interpretation of prophecy that I could have never in a million years even attempted to develop a theory about, nor would I even care to or have any interest in trying to.
I try to explain this stuff to my friends and family and in relation to the rock star and his work, and also in relation to scripture and here's what happens...first of all I ramble on and on because it's just seemingly never ending, which can be irritating...for me at least. And then, what's even more irritating is the repeated use of the word "coincedence" in their response to what I attest to. Over and over and over and over. To the point at which the last time I was discussing this with my dad I asked him "Do you realize how many times you've used the word 'coincedence' in relation to what I'm telling you? You're starting to sound like the one who's crazy." I mean seriously, how many coicedences can there possibly be regarding one specific thing or occurrence before you start realizing that something weird is going on? But they just don't want to know. It means too much...it's too consequential...it's too over the top.
Then there's the rock star. Good God, there he is, just as amazing as the rest of it, but human, just like me. He's walking, talking, living, breathing, and singing actually, evidence of what has happened to me...and continues to happen. It's what him and his band and all of their work is all about. No one can figure it out....there's this huge enigma surrounding the band and his lyrics...everyone is dying to know what's up with this guy. No one knows what, but they know it's something. They love him, adore him, worship him actually. Until I understood what was going on it gave me the creeps. I want to tell you guys who it is, I just don't know if it's the right thing to do or not...I can't tell...I don't have an answer. It's not like you would believe me anyway...no one does. Shit, I could go out on to the band's message board, where these people spend hours and hours contriving and discussing theories about what the band and his lyrics are about, and give them the answer that they are so desparate for and they would totally ignore me. It's just not going to make any difference until it comes from him.
And here's the bottom line...this thing is SO over the top that there is no in between...I'm either telling the truth and this has really happened, or I'm completely delusional to the point of being profoundly insane and need some serious help...and I mean serious help. There's just no in between with this...there's no watered down version...there's no other explanation...there's no rationalization...there's no diminished diagnosis. It's either the honest to God's truth or someone should heavily medicate me and lock my ass up. And also along this bottom line is the fact that I've never been happier, healthier, more fulfilled, or more at peace in my life! I've quit doing drugs...I was an addict for 21 years!!!!! 21 years people! That's a long fucking time to not be able to put something down...shit, I was chained to nicoteen, and to anything that altered my state of mind...preferrably pot. Put it all down without so much as one little withdrawal symptom...not one. It was like I didn't even have a choice. It was like I had never even been addicted at all. It was like I turned into someone else...someone who had never smoked or drank and never wanted to. I'm sorry, but that's just f'ing weird!!!! Shit like that just doesn't happen ok? Not to me it doesn't. I always said that it would take a straight jacket and a padded cell to get me to quit cigarettes. I was wrong. And you know, I'm not delusional about anything else. People still want my advice and my help and they still don't worry about me...other than when I talk about this one specific thing. They have no choice...they can't...cause they know me, they see me, they witness my behaviour and my mentality and it's obvious that I'm completely sane. I'm productive, rational, capable, and have no problem taking care of myself and others for that matter.
The other thing I wanted to ask, if you see fit to share (I understand if you don't), Can you post the letters you wrote while interracting with The Holy Spirit, if you haven't already, and link to tham if you have?
Maybe even a scanned copy?
I would honestly be eager to read them.
I assure you that I will not ridicule you, but, of course, you will have to expect it from some.
If you are willing to share it with me, but do not want to make it public, maybe you could send me a private message?
Respectfully,
one_raven
The first letter has references in it that are very telling as to the identity of the recipient. The second one does not, but I'm frustrated by it. See, I destroyed the original copies of both the letters right after I got off of the phone with my ex that day. That's what I did in my state of terror...I burned my notebook with the writing in it, along with just about anything else that had to do with what I had experienced, and a full carton of cigarettes too. Through them all into the fireplace and burned them...I have no idea why other than that I was just scared to death and didn't know what else to do.
So what I have now is rewritten from memory. The first letter is very accurate to what I sent him...I remembered that one very well. The second one though is not, and it bugs the shit out of me that I can't remember. Man, it was so perfect...every word just fit perfectly and flowed perfectly...and now it doesn't and so it frustrates me.
I wish I had a sign that told me what to do about spilling my rock star's beans...about naming him. If I were to look to your name raven, it would be a sign that said "NO!"...boldface and in all caps...screaming no. Nothing personal sweety, you would have to know a thing or two about the rock star to understand why I say that. I'm sorry, I'm just not sure right now.
Love,
Lori