Jena's Experience
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Experience description:
It occurred during the month
of August '81 or '82 while in a "sleep state" but, it is far
more vivid than anything I have ever consciously experienced, far more vivid
than this glassy faced monitor that sits before me.� There has not been a waking day since, when
I have failed to remember.� I found myself naked, sitting at a stone
table, as if "something" had
just finished.� Women were chanting
incantations and tapping together small
stones inscribe with symbols, hieroglyphics.�
I was given such a small
rounded rock upon which a pictoglyph was painted, but I could not interpret
what was written.� Frightened, I was
shaking and perspiring.� My body was covered with sores or
burns.� I was cold and offered a wrap.� I was offered food and drink, but only
accepted drink, because I was very
thirsty and could not eat. After I was more relaxed a
very tall man, a priest wearing a white robe appeared to perform the
ritual.� He was significantly taller
than the others.� Although the priest had performed this
ritual thousands of times, this was the first of
this particular, unique nature.� I was taken, disrobed, anointed
with a soothing balm and immersed into a stone sarcophagus, which had been
filled with soothing warm water.� A lock
of my hair was cut and kept by
them. I was then nailed upon a
cross and suspended in the air.� As the
cross swung through the dark abyss
I was frightened, so very, very afraid. All that I could think to do
was to cry out and keep repeating. "I love my Lord, Jesus.� Oh, how I love my Lord, Jesus.� I love Jesus."� The most beautiful, mellifluous
voice that one could imagine, so very, very beautiful answered, "I
am here.� I have always been here,
within you." It was the loving,
reassuring voice of a parent for� his
small child, the voice of the wind
rustling through the tall grasses.�
Overcome with a profound sense of beauty
and peace, I experienced the gentle mist of a beautiful April morning. I then came down from the
cross and was once again with the others. Given a white robe, they
washed my feet and I signed some papers.�
They asked me what I learned and
I told them that, " The end is very, very near."� They were very sad and began to weep and I
told them not to be sad, for this has been our
purpose and what we have been preparing for so long.� I led them in song and a banquet was
prepared.� A woman commented that this was,
indeed a most unusual ceremony.� She, as
well as the others had felt His
presence. There were more rituals, the
results of which were recorded in a large book, kept by the
priest.� I was given gifts and told that
I would know how to use them when time
necessitated. I responded, "How will
I know?" "You will know.� You will be given a sign." "But, I don't
understand your signs.� If a butterfly
should alight upon the branch of a willow, I
don't know what that means." "You will know.� Just like the earth knows it shall rain
tomorrow." As they were ushering me
out, we passed an antechamber where they administer to those who are
dying.� They said that when we die, they
hover about us to comfort
and console.� "What you call
people, we call time."� They said that near the end, Tim would take
me to place where Mormons dwell.� (This is the strange part which I now am
experiencing.) There is considerably more,
which I shall forgo at this time.� The
clock struck 3 A.M. and I found
myself with a pronounced THWACK, a strong jolt to the solar plexus back
inside my body.� As I was leaving them,
I had clenched my fist, as I held
hands with one.� Upon my abrupt
awakening, I found inside my hand a
little piece of silver paper, torn as if from the inside of a gum or cigarette
wrapper.� Numerically imprinted upon the
paper was the day, month and
year of my birth.� I immediately
awakened Tim, a basic skeptic and he
assured me that, yes, that was what was written.� Even to this day, I will ask if he had actually
seen the tiny piece of paper and he
strongly confirms the experience.