Anyone care to shed some light on this experience?

[Pile of cats]

This experiences happened about 2 years ago but It's been coming back into my thoughts often lately.

I can't say I was in a good place mentally at the time and I had just left the country as I was moving to stay with a friend in Sweden for a while but was first visiting my grandmother in Denmark.

I hadn't slept the night before the flight and by the time I got to my grandmothers I was just wanted to go to bed. At some point during my sleep (I believe after some good solid hours of sleep) I woke up with a feeling of utter terror. It wasn't induced by a nightmare as I had absolutely no recall of any dream and this is a feeling I'd experienced on occasion through out my life but this was much more intense than usual and I couldn't handle it like I normally would. I just felt I had to do something so I paced into the bathroom and as I did I felt the rays from the sun hit me with a warmth that was so comforting.. It was like the sun warmed me down to the bone and as it did so every negative emotion that I'd just been experiencing just faded as if nothing had happened. The experience felt very spiritual and I remember thinking to myself that if I had been christian I would have been certain that I had just had en encounter with god.

After this experience I kind of just pushed it out of my mind because the idea of god didn't fit into my beliefs at the time but since smoking dmt and having a fair bit of time to think I start seeing links between many religions and believe these originally were much closer to many people here's perception of god through smoking dmt.

would love to hear others thoughts on the experience. I would love to feel that loving warmth I felt that day again. Nothing since has compared.

 

[thymamai]

First, Its strange to find that some other has experienced this 'utter terror' upon waking. as I always thought it just one more in the mess of odd inexplicables intrinsic to this body that is me. And though small references to it have appeared in my writing and often even the sense of awe in it's mysterious nature of occurrence, I have never found any insight or puzzled a great deal over it.. instead chalking it up with my idiosyncratic relationship to sleep.

There are some days when I feel I have never awaken and fully come to my senses, instead wandering through a world riddled with incomprehensible wonders and chance meetings with somnus, trap-door double entandres and endlessly looping dialogue with self, a la finnagins wake.

These days and their twofold juxtapositions, frenetic byways, waypoints, touchstones, encrusted like barnacles at the throat of god. 'the world is a circular desert; heaven is closed, and he'll is empty.' At the heart of all passions and all our loves there stems Language, like chancres, like ulcers, like barnacles, like crill sequestered in the jaw of a great whale, like time.

I don't know what the sun means to me or to you, and what the word god was ever supposed to really mean I am kaput. But your experience sounds to me like a gift and a pleasure and it is not mine to measure or even comprehend, and possibly not for you to make comprehensible either. But rather loved in terms of the languages homogenous to the rhythms of the sacrum, the cranium, and your own heartbeat.

 

[IANS]

Its interesting that we can have experiences/beliefs in certain states of mind, but when you try-n psychoanalyze the mind draws a forgetful sort of blank. Makes me think about the parts of religion and when man gained free will, and the thinking mind was born, then condemned. ofc I'm insane so who knows, but every thought I have ever had about God, religion, the human condition, interaction with nature all leads back to that moment.


This sounds about right:

But your experience sounds to me like a gift and a pleasure and it is not mine to measure or even comprehend, and possibly not for you to make comprehensible either.

 

[el pato]

I have had a similar experience. It was the day after an LSD trip from hell and I was so emotionally traumatized it was hard for me to be alone in a room by myself. So terrified that something would drag me back into void. At one point I just broke down in tears and said a quiet prayer for help. Instantly, my chest warmed and with closed eyes I saw myself surrounded by soft orange lights. I only felt love and peace.
The fear never returned. It seems like these events do happen and I cant explain why it took place.