Why give this the title of “supernatural” when it’s something that I don’t believe in? Well essentially, at the time of being Christian, I thought it might have been. Though later I would come to dismiss my previous experiences and encounters with the supernatural, in rather easy ways, this one sort of just got forgotten about, or dismissed. So maybe it would be interesting to bring this up, and talk about experiences such as these.
I was 14 at the time, and in a tent on my own, late at night, having just gone back to fetch something that I left there. We were at a Christian campsite and I was far from home, and having a great time with friends.
But when I was in my tent something strange happened. The wind became very intense, and it felt like something was whispering into my head. It was the constant repetition of the two words “Hear me” and it lasted for maybe ten seconds.
During that time I was confused, yet not panicked, because I quickly knew (in my mind) that God would sort it out. After praying it shortly went away.
After I didn’t know what it was. I wasn’t sure if it was God, a demon or the wind.
Naturally you can guess what my explanation is now, however there’s more to it than that.
We were at a Christian campsite where every day for many hours we would worship and have talks about God. During prayer one time, while the speaker was talking, with the music from the previous worship having just ended, a person started screaming and shouting, she was shouting things against God. The speaker simply asked a person to take them out.
I actually was able to see them, and she didn’t look right, she seemed crazy, like something was wrong, she seemed like she was suffering.
When we got back people obviously started talking about what this was. And eventually I ended up in a long several hour long conversation about demons and how they worked. During this time I felt quite uneasy, not scared, but since I wasn’t pressed against the wall it felt like there may have been something behind me. The huge tent door was also open, where we could look into the darkness and imagine what’s out there.
What I’m getting at is that only people who believe in ghosts think they are experiencing ghosts. This is similar.
The day that this happened on was windy, and can easily blow the tent. However surely that’s not enough right? Well theirs two things.
The first is pattern matching. Have you tried that experiment where you listen to audio play back, and it sounds like a jumbled mess, however when you play with a pattern in front of you and subtitles you can recognise speech and words? Try it, it’s so interesting how such a jumbled mess can become dialog in your mind. This could have easily happened with wind.
The second is the placebo effect. Before you so easily dismiss it, remember that people die just because of it. It’s powerful.
When your in that state of thinking about demons, that combined with the placebo effect, and strong wind can easily create an experience such as this.
At any rate, this is one supernatural experience against many natural ones, and against many supernatural experiences that I tried to get which didn’t happen, such as prayer.
Considering all of the factors above, I cannot conclude for 100% that this wasn’t supernatural, however considering the circumstances, I feel more than happy to rule it out.
As a Christian I prayed constantly, and wanted more than anything for God to speak to me. This is the only example of anything like that happening at all, in contrast to the massive amount of times when I wanted to be spoken too and nothing happened.
I’m quite proud of the way that I handled the personal experience. I didn’t accept it outright, even as a believer. I asked questions to other people who I was with, to which I got the response “Because I wasn’t there I don’t know” – which I’m also thankful for, as that statement is definitely true. For a long time I would always look back at it thinking “What was that? I don’t know, but it was strange” – most often leaning slightly towards demon.
Essentially personal experiences are unreliable and hard to make certain of what actually happened. This story mirrors a lot of other people’s personal experiences, and since mine sounds more convincing, and I still think it’s wrong, how can I trust theirs?
I could have easily told this experience in another way. I could have said “A demon literally spoke to me” – and it wouldn’t be far from what I felt at the time of the actual experience.
But there are often other factors involved, and good reason not to trust testimony outright. You surely wouldn’t take medicine based off of a handful of testimonies? You would take if from serious scientific research proving without a shadow of a doubt that it worked.
This is simply what I’m asking you to do when you hear these personal experience stories as well. Don’t doubt their sincerity, but doubt their situation.
What did you think of my experience? Do you have any experiences of your own like this? I’d love to hear them, whether you think they’re genuine and real or used to think they were. Both would be so interesting to me!