in your own experiences...?
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Generally yes! But there are always exceptions!
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depends....sometimes i answer my own question in my mind...i am not sure if i use a different voice though
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What a good experience!\n\nDo you always communicate with the voice? or you see him?\nDo you already know the voice of Jesus? how many times did it happen (same kind of this experience)? You are blessed.\n\nGOD BLESSED US!
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Connect to personal experiences from your own life.  They've heard everything else.
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I've had many...far too many to brag about, but once you experience just one, if you're wise, you have a deeper appreciation and value of life.\n\n1)  The first was one of the worst because I was just about only 9 years old.  My best friend and I were guests at the birthday party of one of our male classmates.  His mother--who was also one of our substitute teachers--came around to picku up each of the kids in their station wagon to drive us from New York to Connecticut.  It was a very big deal for me.  After changing into our swimsuits, my best friend pushed me into the deep end of the pool, and I didn't know how to swim.  To make matters worse, I took a deep gasp, just as she pushed me in, so I took in nothing but water!  At first I panicked.  Just like they say, my life flashed before me.  I had not lived much, at that point, but it still seemed like it was a lifetime within a split second or two.  Then, I was sad for myself, because I knew I was awfully young to die.  Then, I was sad for my mother, who reluctantly permitted me to go.  At that point, I think I relegated myself to die, because I wasn't moving upwards or downwards.  I was just in this suspended animation.  Then, I realized that it might not be too painful to die that way.  With the exception of my right arm, all of me was now relaxed.  My right arm was raised as if I was trying to get someone's attention, or like a child might do in class.  Even in "near-death," I was following the rules by raising my hand!  Finally, the relaxation caused me to float to the surface.  That is when everything went very quickly.  A few of the adult chaperones dove into the water to get me.  Then, I was being lifted out by many hands.  Then, they were putting pressure on my stomach, and I was regurgitating water.  Then, I believe I started crying.  It's weird, but that period where I was under the water was almost tranquil.  It may be because it was the closest thing my subconscious recalls to being in my mother's womb.\n\n2)  I averted a possible shooting at around age 14 or 15, when a friend stole my babysitting job.  She snuck behind my back to take a regular job with my downstairs neighbor away from me.  She got it, and instead, my mother, sister, and I went uptown to my great-aunt's for dinner.  I wanted to get home before the Academy Awards came on.  Even then, I never missed them!  My mother kept stalling, and we didn't leave before they began, but rather an hour or so in.  Factoring in the subway travel time, we were home about two and a half hours later than we would have been.  Because of the delay, we missed the fatal shooting that occured just outside the door of the downstairs neighbor's house--the place where I would have been babysitting!  According to my friend, the man was trying desperately to get someone to open the door.  She wouldn't do it.  Had she, the killer may have killed her and the baby as well.  With someone pleading for their life, I don't know that at the time I would not have opened the door...\n\n3)  I have had at least three near-misses during plane travel.  One of the most notable was when I was about 16.  My mother, sister, and I were returning to New York from Ohio by plane, just after New Year's.  At that time, I was not fearful of air travel.  As we attempted our landing, the wheels touched down, and we bumped several times, only to take off again.  The passengers were very tense, and you could hear a pin drop.  We made numerous very large circles, and stayed in the vicinity of the airport.  Eventually, we attempted our landing again.  This time, we were all very aware of the lights of several emergency vehicles on either side of the runway.  When the plane landed, everyone applauded.\n\n4)  As a senior in high school, I was trapped along with another 18 or so students in an elevator caught between the 8th and 9th floors of our school.  It was toward the summer, and we were all ve
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Wow. That begs the question. Proof please (aside from one anecdote)?
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some entend of practical experience
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Yes. This happened to me when I turned 18. I was out on my own for the first time. Very scary and stressful time.
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Yes, several times.  Once in particular comes to mind vividly.  I was walking down the corridor in the hospital where I work & I saw this young woman sitting on the cold concrete floor & crying.  \n\nShe wasn't outside a patient room but an administrative office so I wasn't sure what to make of the situation.  In any case, I stopped what I was doing & knelt down next to her.  She flung herself into my arms and just cried harder & so I let her & tried to offer comfort.\n\nCome to find out that she'd just lost her mother upstairs & I've never been more glad, or grateful, to have halted myself and try to help.
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Yes many times .And its great.I still am but im happy about it.I remember when i first when i went to the theatre on my own.i felt really awkward and uneasy,and i was sure that the other theatre-goers were looking at me and wondering why i was so unpopular that i couldnt find anyone to accompany me.but as the evening wore on,i began to really enjoy it.first of all,ihad the whole interval to myself to read all the interesting notes and articles in the programme,which i could never usually get around to befor.Then i began to realise that i didnt have to worry whether any companion was as entranced with the production as i was ,chich meant that i could relax,as i only had me to please.\n\nThe point of mentioning all this is to encourage you to try some solo activitiesyourself.All too oftens we dont do the things we want to do because we keep waiting for some friend or other to agree to come along on a trip with us.and it never happens.there are choices now and there is no longer any stigma to being single\nso  enjoy some of your leisure time alone.but dont get too solitary.you need to strike a balance-
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You answered your own question.
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I personally have had very few supernatural experiences, but one of the few was after I came through a particular long “spiritual wasteland experience” that had lasted two years.\n\nFor a few days, everywhere I looked outside, everything (clouds, hills, trees, etc.) was connected by long strands of glowing golden light – like the spiritual symbolism that everything is part of one fabric and interconnected, and I was looking at the fabric of reality itself, as God sees it.\n\nI did not try to force the vision, or “keep” it past its time, it faded within a few days, and I have never had it since.\n\nI know of two other religious experiences that happened to people I know – both are thinkers, one of them being healthily skeptical of such things. The first (now a pastor) had an unexpected encounter with a “possessed” person and cast a spirit out of him. The second was a missionary in Africa and supposedly was used by God to raise a child from the dead (!).\n\nBesides their analytical personalities, I give them both credit for another reason: Neither one really ever talks about what happened to them, unless you go to them and ask specifically, and even then they seem reluctant to discuss it. People tout how wonderful it is to be involved in miracles, but I think it's unsettling (as well as self-challenging) to actually be involved in such things.\n\nUsually someone who fabricates these things is involved in self-promotion, but these men are the opposite. So I give some weight to their words.
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fear, ego and personal experience
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I do... I'll tell you about two experiences. One happened to my sister and one to me.\n\nThe first was my sister... She was going through a difficult time in her marraige, and was spending quite a bit of time at a local bar. One night she was just sitting by herself, and a young couple came up and started talking to her. The woman didn't give her name, but the man's name was John. They were very nice and they talked with her for a long time. A couple months later, my sister went to my parents' house. My parents collect old pictures of relatives and display these in their home. They had just received a new picture of my great-grandfather when he was a young man. When my sister saw the picture she was shocked. It was the young man from the bar! She had never met our great-grandfather and the only pictures she ever saw were from when he was very old, so she could not possibly have made this up. She believes that he and the woman (who my sister thinks is our great-grandmother) were sent to help her.  And yes, his name is John. \n\nThe second story is mine. I was staying at my sister's new house, which I had never been to. We were up late at night and she asked me if I wanted to see the basement. I immediately said NO! She asked why and I responded, "There are dead people there." She finally encouraged me to go downstairs and show her where I thought the dead people were. I walked to a wall and pointed... Without thinking, I said, "They are in there." At the time, I thought I was wrong because this was a solid brick wall, and I didn't understand how anybody could be "in" it. But I kept getting the sense that there were people in there. My sister told me that that wall had been put up after the house was built, and it sealed a small room. She said that the legend says that there WERE people buried in there. I didn't know any of this before, and I had never been to the house. So, something led me to that secret room!\n\nThose are my stories. I'm interested to read the other ones you get.
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your intitled to your own opinion.
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So what your looking for is opinions and personal experiences on abortion. Right?
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Yes, many.  Just recently I realized that I need to start living my own life and stop worry about (and for) everyone else, meaning my mom, boyfriend, etc.  I know that doesn't sound like a huge epiphany but it is for me.  I have a new outlook on life now and I am much happier.