My First Supernatural Experience At The Age Of Eight.
“OH yeah, it’s Okay, GOD will know what to do.”
I was 8 years old when I had my first Supernatural Experience. I was staying at my grandparent’s house
in Merrimac, Massachusetts. All of us kids spent many weekends with my mom’s parents. They were
some of the best times of my life. I miss my Grandparents, and I missed their passing too.
I was in the U.S. Army, and deployed to Kosovo, so I did not get to say goodbye to either one of them.
It is probably one of my biggest regrets in this life. I was being all I could be, right?
Where was I? Oh yes I was eight and my sister Stacey and I were spending the weekend with them.
It was a small house basically a 2 bedroom, 1 bath home. It had a basement with an old furnace.
It also had an attic which was off limits to us kids and supposedly was inhabited by a witch. Emphasis by
both Grandparents. So no I never went up in the attic or in the basement. In what was the front room /
living room. They had a stout set of bunk beds on the left side of the room. I have not seen a set of bunk
beds built like these ever. They were white with a ton of horse bridals and various dog leashes hanging
from the top bunk post. The top bunk was covered in an assortment of junk, everything from horse
saddles to old clothes, toys, tin boxes, etc. There was a path that wound its way around the junk pile
across from the bunk beds, and stopped at the bathroom door. My grandparents were hoarders before
TV made it famous, or maybe it was just that generation having gone through a world war.
The only TV in the whole house had two dials on it, and it was a color picture tube. It sat on an old
dresser you had to Walk in front of to go into the bathroom. I remember many a night of lying beside my
grandpa on the bottom bunk watching TV, as my grandmother sat in the kitchen knitting.
We all watched Colombo, 60 min with Andy Rooney, and then we watched Johnny Carson before we all
went off to bed. I slept on the bottom bunk right where we watched TV. My Grandfather went to his
bedroom which was behind the kitchen. My grandmother went to her bedroom Which was down a
narrow path at the bottom of my grandfather’s bed, and behind the bunk bed wall. They were old
fashion like that they slept in separate beds. I was in the front room and I remember the only thing I
could see was a little orange night light. I was awake and staring at the night light when all of a sudden, I
was hurtling feet first through outer space at light speed. I mean I had not seen the original Star Wars
movie yet. So I did not know what light speed was. All I know is I kept passing through one galaxy to the
next. It was like the mirror infinity trick where you hold to mirrors up and your reflection goes on
forever. Only I saw this as galaxies and it was like going from one technical drawing board or Artist’s
easel to the next, only it was galaxies but never ending. I kept hearing my own voice in my head asking
the same question over and over again as I shot through galaxies. What does it mean to exist forever?
What if I don’t want to live forever? Once you exist do you always exist? My heart was pounding in my
little eight year old chest harder, and harder as I pondered each question? I might add I felt as if the
questions were being fed to me. I mean I am eight years old. How many eight year olds do you know
who ponder their eternal existence? My heart kept racing and pounding harder and faster, I could hear
it in my ears it was so loud. It felt as if it would come out of my chest any second now. . I can think of
nothing more frightening, than the question,” what if I don’t want to exist?” ”Will I know the
difference?” “Where does it all end?” “What does forever mean?” As you look at your own hands and
you are suspended in outer space. Trying to imagine what it means to not exist now that you do exist
and wondering if you would know the difference? Finally I said, “It’s okay, GOD will know what to do.”
and with that self-assuring statement I saw my night light again and my heart rate slowed to a normal
eight year old pace. It was probably the single scariest experience of my life. Looking back on it as an
adult, I believe it was my JOB moment. Like the devil had made a wager that an eight year old would not
seek after GOD. Honestly, if I did not Remember my grandfather praying at the dinner table, and think
oh yeah, GOD, GOD will know what to do. I think I would have died that night. I think the coroner’s
report would have said I had a faulty heart valve or something to that extent. The good news is I am
alive. I made it through that ordeal. I have been blessed more times than any man deserves, and I
cannot help but wonder if that single moment in time was to thank for all of the blessings in my life…
The next time you’re about to lose your mind from the stress of this old world and you think you cannot
go on any more. I want you to do me a favor stop and say,
“OH yeah, it’s Okay, GOD will know what to do.”
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