Child Of The Mighty Tower

by Bryan 4 Replies latest jw experiences

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  Bryan

  CHILD OF THE MIGHTY TOWER

  I’m unaware of my legs and my arms are as clusters of suspension wires steadying the Golden Gate. As my mind screams in fear, begging me to escape even with only half a life, I feel the lone drop of sweat cascade under my shirt down my side to my belt. Another, then another, wet, hot sweat, running, pouring, pooling at my belt. The odor of damp leather seeps through my nostrils as only my eyes manage to dart through the black, stagnant air.

  When the doctor grasped my bloody head and heaved me from my mother’s belly I cried out as a child of the mighty Tower. Sacrificed unto the mysticism of the Truth, carrying the whole armor of God, I took the battle to the dark side of all that is and all that ever was.

  Even though, silent and not seen, I sense each and every… three? No, two at the back. Five! Yes Five! Two at my back! I cannot breath. God give me air to speak, at the very least Your name! They come closer and closer in this musty, dark, old house. Why is my Grandfather’s house filled with these retched, evil fornicators of Beelzebub? And why me, now, here?! Where is my Sword Of The Spirit?! Where is my Shield Of Faith?! Though, even if at my very feet, not a single hair of my body can I sway. My heart will sooner leap from my chest, than my arms reach even to awake myself.

  I have protection! I cannot die as this! Protection my God!
  “Ja!”
  Years long, my training has been. When I wake, when I eat, when I sleep. I am a trained soldier of the Almighty, yet I cannot even move a finger. Shout for help! Yes! Shout! Help!
  “Jah!”
  Why do they always come like this? A thief in my night! I will certainly die of fear before they even lay a single sickle to my throat. Though, I know it is not my head they wish, but my very soul. For, to them, my soul is worth more than seventy-seven virgins. For I am a child of the mighty Tower.
  “Jah!”
  A believer of the Truth for which I will gladly die! I am as the deadliest of poisons to Mephistopheles and his debauched, acerbic Demons, which now control the very air I breathe.
  “Jah!”
  If only His name I could proclaim. The sweat, dripping, pouring - my body so sodden. My brackish lips quiver. Begging to part and scream…
  “!JEHOVAH!”
  Springing at the hips I soar forward. My eyes, frantically, shoot through the darkness. Breath! Breath! My ears reach out to catch any sound. Only the pounding of my heart reverberates in the room as my eyes flit. I don’t feel! They’re gone?
  “Oh my god.”
  I collapse to my bed as the sheet caresses my face, sopping the sweat. It’s over. Everything sticks to me as my heart lightens its pace. Thank god it’s over.
  Why do they keep coming? I must, surely, be a wicked man. If only they would stop.

  This is my reoccurring dream. I’ve had it for decades beginning in my late teens. I am forty-two years old and I have just learned that my step-sister also has experienced this exact same dream. Again and again.

  Is this your dream, too?

  Bryan

  Have You Seen My Mother
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  unclebruce

  g'day Brian,

  That was beautifully written and describes a dream I've heard told a number of times (once by my uncle Lyle who felt as though someone was kneeling on his chest crushing the air from his lungs.

  A few years ago, on 'The Science Show', over the radio, I heard a doctor give a phycological/neurological/biological/demon-free explaination of this relatively common reacuring dream. I'm sorry I can't remember more but I was fascinated at the time due to my uncles experience of not being able to move or even sound out the talesman word Jehovah. It appears to be another example of religious people bringing the supernatural into a natural physical phenomena.

  Anyone who has been literally "scared stiff" or in an exaustive state when your body refused to obey your comands (which are over riden by ones hyperthalmus / reptilian brain) will understand the fear of being in a body but unable to make it move. I have seen people scared stiff by the supernatural and others whose bodies refused to trudge another step through the snow.

  cheers, Lee
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  Bryan

  
  
  Thanks. And I believe what the Dr. was speaking of was Sleep Paralysis.
  

  
  
  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
  

  
  
  Combined with the fear taught by the Watchtower it can be a very scary night.
  

  
  
  

  Bryan
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  Hellrider

  I have a sleep-disorder that sets in as I am trying to go to sleep, called R.I.P (ironically enough), Relaxation Induced Panic. It works like this: As I am starting to relax and fading away into the darkness, I panic. Actually, I often sream out loud "NOOO, WAKE UP!", and I sit up in bed slapping my own face in this halfsleep. Falling asleep feels like dying to me, and that makes me panic. Disappearing into the darkness. Loosing consciousness! It makes me panic. And the worst part: There is nothing to be done about it, it`s an anxiety-related disorder. Sleeping problems sucks. So let`s just stay up all night instead
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  Poztate

  “!JEHOVAH!”
  
  Springing at the hips I soar forward. My eyes, frantically, shoot through the darkness. Breath! Breath! My ears reach out to catch any sound. Only the pounding of my heart reverberates in the room as my eyes flit. I don’t feel! They’re gone?
  
  “Oh my god.”
  
  I collapse to my bed as the sheet caresses my face, sopping the sweat. It’s over. Everything sticks to me as my heart lightens its pace. Thank god it’s over.
  
  Why do they keep coming? I must, surely, be a wicked man. If only they would stop.

  This is my reoccurring dream. I’ve had it for decades beginning in my late teens. I am forty-two years old and I have just learned that my step-sister also has experienced this exact same dream. Again and again.

  Is this your dream, too?

  Bryan...I found this very interesting. My Wife has had nightmares for YEARS where she panics in her sleep and calls out the name of "jehovah" From what she says in her sleep it sounds like jehovah is going to kill her for not being quite up to standard. The cult rules you awake or asleep it would seem. Pitiful....