Good stuff everyone, thanks for taking the time to actually read what i have to say and to find something profound to say on the matter without being judgmental or narrow-minded. Thanks for treating my thoughts and concerns with dignity and love. Same thing right back at y'all. Spasibo
Taking it slow is a great advice. I have crashed and burned before when I left, rejecting everything I believed in a very short period of time. It was nuts, my life was a total mess. I partied a lot, chain-smoked,drank , did drugs and experimented with sex like there no tomorrow (well in my view at the time I didn't actually have a tomorrow to look forward too). I needed something to stop the self-destruction course I was on. I think that's why I came back. But there's more.
I had a bit of a weird experience. You can label me a nutcase, but I believe an angel was guiding me back to the congregation. This happened after I left and put myself thru a lot, looking for answers and not findin them and slowly burning out, like a human candle. I was laying on a bed depressed, crying, praying, I called again and again on God, desperate, lost. Asked him to forgive me, said I repented and would like to change, but had no strength or faith left to do anything except lay there and cry helplessly. Some one took me firmly by the wrists, made me get up and led me to the living room. I could hear what he said, but didn't hear a voice, I didn't see anyone either. I could feel him holding my hands he was there, I believed it was Jehovah's messenger sent to help me. He took me to the balcony and told me to jump, I refused, recalling Jesus saying no to Satan's similar request. Then he put made me go down on my knees and my hands behind my back and made me bow. I didn't hear a voice, but I heard in my head "Ask!" I didn't know what it is exactly he wanted me to ask for. "Forgiveness" I heard again. I prayed. I said I wanted to be loved by Jah, wanted to be his servant again and this time I would try harder. He then led to the shower told me to wash myself. After I'd done that he took me out into the hall of of my building and stopped me in front on one of my neighbours doors. MY hand was pulled towards it , I resisted, I knew what he wanted me to do. I hated this situation as hated to preach in the past. I could resist, but didn't , he made me knock. Some South Indian kid opened the door. I was standing there lost for words mumbled "sorry, I don't know what I'm doing here". The kid shouted "NO!" as he slammed the door in my face. Later on my mother came back and saw me in this state of unusual excitement, talking about some one there who wasn't there, she didn't see anyone next to me and didn't hear any voice other than hers and mine, but this being (angel) kept on holding one of my hands firmly throughout the whole day, guiding me like a child to get dressed, pick up my books and all the way to the Kingdom Hall. I literally couldn't see anything around me as my eyes thru the meeting were full of tears, they kept on falling, I couldn't hold back. I felt that invisible hand holding my hand till late evening that Sunday, even going with me for a walk, I sang praises, I sang like a kid "I love Jehovah, Jehovah is my friend". He made my hand go into a "thumbs up" position when I sang and soon let go. I never felt it touch me again. It was hard to believe that it was real, but I know what I felt.
Later on when I resumed studing the Bible and one of Society's books with an elder I told him the whole story. It kind of hurt me at first when he inquired whether I was using drugs, hinted at it being an unclean spirit. I don't care if I'm believed or not - I know what I felt, I heard the voice clearly in my head, I felt the firm grip of my wrists and of my hand. He didn't let go of me for the duration of the whole day that invisible person. After a spiritual experience like that one can never quite be the same. My mother was there, she saw the amazing transformation that took place from that day on. My life changed for the better on in every sense. I quit smoking, slept like a baby again, cared for my health and appearance. Wanted to live again. Took a short course and got a better job. I know this experience is real. The changes in my life were real. Maybe that's why I still believe firmly that God has touched me thru an angel and tried to help me back up.
Anyways, the only person who believed this was my mother as she was actually there and saw me talking to some one who was not there and acting as if I was lead by someone. Others I told this to were skeptical if not worse. Maybe I should have kept this to myself afterall, but I couldn't.
Now, I was taught Jehovah doesn't do any special outreach like that today and Christians don't have the same healing powers and speaking in tongues given by the Holy Spirit in the first century. In other words angels don't actually materialize and become visible, or touch us so we can feel it today like it was back in apostles days. My personal experience contradicts that.
Has anyone ever had an experience like mine, being touched by an invisible being ?