My Supernatural Experience Comp Entry

Well it's not really on topic of what my main blog's about.. but I wanna get into the spirit of Steemit so I'm entering this supernatural experience competition thing that came up on trending..

Now, I'm not a religious person. I went to Sunday school when I was young, but never church. I remember telling my mum when I was a kid that I didn't believe in heaven. She looked so sad that it shook me up. My grandad, her dad, had died a couple of years before, when I was too young to understand death but old enough to understand heaven. Where good people go when they die.

I don't remember him living though I heard I used to cry when he took his glasses off because thought he was a different person. I remember him dying. He bought me a teddy bear when I was two. I was too young to say teddy, so I called him Feffi, who still lives in my bedroom. It still upsets me that I never got to know my grandad, cos he sounded pretty fucking great. I don't really believe in luck but when I get a streak of it I think of him. That is all my soppy spirituality out the way.

I think I've always been spiritual – atheists will call me stupid and agnostics wouldn't care. I admire people who have faith in anything, as long as they're not killing people n shit. I love a good pinch of salt too. I like it when people tell me proper ghost stories – at the same time as thinking it's bullshit, I know they believe it which is good enough for me. One of my best friends went mental when I suggested drawing up a ouija board on the inside of a cereal packet just to try it and put her crazy to the test. Different beliefs make people interesting and while we're on the subject, I'm also in the small percent of people that actually like hearing about dreams. As much as I like science and facts.. there's nothing whimsical about it. Fantastical? Sure, but I don't know enough about physics to sit through a discussion on string theory.

Anyway so.. I'm open minded on spirituality, belief and faith blabla. I like cathedrals because they're so fucking peaceful and beautiful. I had a few mates in school who were Born Again Christian and all went to the same 'church'. I put that in ''s cos it was just a room in a community centre. I remember having a few lively debates with them: How do you not believe in dinosaurs (bones put there as a test by God); Does Noah's Ark not seem super impractical (in the Bible so it happened for real); What's wrong with gays (nothing wrong with the person, it'd just be better if they weren't sodomites).

Ok it was highschool and honestly, I liked having such lovely friends. Outside of discussion, they were just pleasant, positive people to be around... They even invited me to 'church'.

So I went once. It was held at the Jubilee Centre. Not on Sunday. I caught a couple of baptisms (one of another friend who I'd have never thought was into this). Everyone was so nice, the first half was spent maybe just mingling - eating crumbly biscuits and drinking shit squash, saying how it was my first time there but I might think about possibly coming again.

The second half begins and it's a big deal. A pastor from South Africa is here, on a slightly raised platform. He's asking for people with ailments, and before I've finished my biscuit there's a circle forming and the pastor is off the platform and a woman with one leg shorter than the other is there in the middle of us. The next thing might be one of the strangest things I've ever witnessed. The pastor is doing all that 'HEAL.. grow longer, you will walk normally again' crap and people all around me are either a) losing their shit or b) whispering to each other how they can see her leg growing. Pastor finishes and the woman hobbles quietly out of the circle with a super confused look on her face. Hobbled, because her leg didn't grow and confused, I assume, because about 40 people we're crying about seeing a miracle

So it dies down a bit. Pastor gets back onto his platform to say more stuff.
“... and I would like everyone to give a big warm welcome to our newest member [points at me and says my full name]”

Suddenly, somehow, I was in the middle of the circle. Everyone was looking at me. I burst into tears. In front of EVERYONE.

It overwhelmed me so much that I just burst into tears. In front of everyone.

The circle dispersed into a general crowd after that. I'm actually a bit of a blubber, so basically once I start crying I can't stop, no matter how un sad I am. To this day, I still cry way too much and would actually love to know how to stop that... Anyway one of my fucking school teachers was there and I remember sitting on the edge of the platform - a snivelling wreck trying to explain that I can't stop tearing up because there's something wrong with me and also can I get some feedback on my Graphics coursework?

My memory gets a bit blurry after that – I mean, everyone was super nice and comforting, and kept saying I was touched by God, but retrospectively.. I do get horrible stage fright and it got forced on me, to the point where, at the time I was like maybe this is God. No, it's not. It's an embarrassing moment in an awkward teenagers life amongst lovely stupid people.

I never went back to church, and that mate I saw get baptised – we went to a house party that night and she lost her virginity in a patch of nettles outside. Body, Soul and Sting Rash. If prayers don't heal you try a dock leaf.