As for personal mystical experiences, sometimes I think the Universe has given me one of each different type of experience so I can experience what is possible. One of my personal direct mystical experiences involved sound, or celestial music. Music touches something very deep within our core, within our very souls. It has power beyond its mere sound or lyrics. That in and of itself is a mystery.
One night I awoke to music unlike anything I’d ever heard. It was a joyful melody that sounded like a tune made with bells or chimes. It was fairly loud and I assumed it was coming from out of doors, so I walked to our bedroom door and opened it only to find that it was not coming from outside. I went back to bed and continued to hear the joyful music which lasted a total of one to two minutes. When I realized it wasn’t coming from outside, I marveled that it was mine alone to hear. My husband was sound asleep by my side. The next day I awoke remembering the amazing music, but then put the thought aside, ready to forget about it. (Somehow we tend to do this after we’ve had a mystical experience. We try to dismiss it.)
But I was not allowed to forget.
The next night at what I assumed to be about the same time I awoke to the same tune, the same exact music, again. This time I knew it wasn’t coming from outdoors so I just laid in bed and enjoyed it while it lasted perhaps the very same length of time as the night before. I was about 52 when this happened. Never before and never since have I had a similar experience. After it happened the second night I marveled about it, tried to find meaning in it, and it filled me with awe and wonder.
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