I forgot to mention it, but I got accepted into seminary school, yay. So now I’ll also talk about what I’ve been learning besides just the supernatural stuff. Hopefully, now I’ll be able to understand and maybe even explain the supernatural stuff better. I’ve been taking classes, and this was one of the readings:
https://plato.stanford.edu/archives/win2017/entries/religious-experience/
Here it talks about mystics. It’s funny because, my pastor mentioned mystics in a conversation, and that maybe I was a mystic. I was flattered because it sounded pretty, and you know ~* mystical *~. But I couldn’t understand what he meant, I’d never heard about a mystic before. Now I get it a little, since this link explains it a little.
Religious experience is also to be distinguished from mystical experience. Although there is obviously a close connection between the two, and mystical experiences are religious experiences, not all religious experiences qualify as mystical. The word ‘mysticism’ has been understood in many different ways. James (1902) took mysticism to necessarily involve ineffability, which would rule out many cases commonly understood to be mystical. Alston (1991) adopted the term grudgingly as the best of a bad lot and gave it a semi-technical meaning. But in its common, non-technical sense, mysticism is a specific religious system or practice, deliberately undertaken in order to come to some realization or insight, to come to unity with the divine, or to experience the ultimate reality directly. At the very least, religious experiences form a broader category; many religious experiences, like those of Saint Paul, Arjuna, Moses, Muhammad, and many others come unsought, not as the result of some deliberate practice undertaken to produce an experience.
Maybe instead of MillennialSaint I should have named this Substack MillennialMystic. Aw, it even rhymes. Oops.
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On a darker note, I saw the movie Madame Web today.
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Do not read from here onward if you don’t want spoilers‼️
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https://pixabay.com/photos/web-dew-spider-web-trap-silk-586177/
There’s a scene in the movie where the protagonist sees how a close friend dies before he does, and she could have stopped it but she didn’t because she didn’t understand what was going on. Afterwards, she felt terribly guilty because she didn’t stop it from happening.
I couldn’t help but cry in the movie theater. I’ve been shown the future in dreams before by God, as I’m sure many of you have too but dismiss simply as déjà vu, but that’s not what I’m talking about here.
I have two uncle Ben’s I’ve let die one right after the other, just like in the movie partly because I didn’t believe in the supernatural, mostly because I was scared. I didn’t understand, and my mental attitude has always been wrong thinking tomorrow will never come, will never be now. The truth is my story is a story of failure after failure. That’s why I started this Substack where I talk about all the supernatural stuff that has happened to me, so people aren’t shocked and taken by surprise when God calls on them to do great things.
I’ve never told anyone this except my husband in bits and pieces, and even now it’s hard to get out, but right before covid, my aunt was sick, and before that my cat had died and I realized how unnecessary death was. I started researching how to miraculously cure. I was reading a book by Benny Hinn that had providentially fallen into my hands. I accepted everything in the book and took all the mental steps, but I got scared. I was accompanying my then boyfriend out on an inspection, reading in the parked car as I waited. While reading the book my body started vibrating. I’d never felt anything like it before and I got scared. God was giving me what I wanted and I got scared, so I prayed to God to give me healing abilities later and not now. I let fear stop me from receiving what God was giving me, something I’d asked Him for. Also at the time, I was concentrated on finishing my thesis so I could finish my master’s degree.
Soon after that covid started, and I was in and out of hospitals with my aunt who had cancer. My uncle then got cancer and died a week after she did.
I still can’t cure people and every time someone connected to me dies, I feel so guilty.
I know they’re better off than us, since they’re now with God in paradise, and that it’s prideful of me to think this way, but I can’t help it sometimes.
I’m so, so, so sorry. Please learn from my mistakes, don’t make the same mistake I did.