I had an experience/vision when I was around 9 years old. It’s indirectly connected to a well known Marian apparition from the Balkans involving several visionaries.
One evening, my family was settling down to pray the rosary at the kitchen table. Facing me was a photograph of the Virgin Mary. It’s looks like a double exposure photograph of the Virgin Mary with a tree in the background, apparently taken at the sight of the apparition. My mom ran her fingers around the photograph, pointing out the symbolism of minuscule details. I found it all creepy and unsettling.
That night while asleep, I had my vision. It began with me being suspended in complete darkness. Suddenly I could hear fire and screaming. When I say I could hear fire, it’s not the sound of flames crackling over wood but rather more like a thousand blow torches simultaneously being turned on.
I could hear the screams of people and they were joined by more and more voices, soon reaching a deafening crescendo. The sounds of the screaming and fire merged into unison, as if one were to stand directly behind a jet engine.
The fire was coming up behind me and was burning with ferocious intensity and heat. I was now in a middle of a circle of fire and it was beginning to engulf me from all sides. A good description would be if one were to stand inside the Eye of Sauron from the Lord of the Rings movies.
The fierce noise would easily drown out my voice, regardless I screamed with all my might at the top of my lungs.
“YOU’RE NOT MARY!!”
The moment I said this, POOF! I was gently floating forward surrounded by blue skies with clouds overhead and beneath me. I remember feeling peace and relief, knowing that something or someone had intervened on my behalf.
I immediately awoke and looked to my bedroom door. I was fully expecting my parents to kick it open because of my scream. But they never came. There was also a strange sensation that I was still floating. I was in bed with a blanket overtop but I couldn’t feel the weight of it nor that of my body on the mattress. After a minute or two, the feeling disappeared.
I have a few things I could say about this and I have my own theories, but I will just leave it with this unless anyone has questions or comments.
Did I simply have a bad nightmare?
I’ve had plenty of dreams and nightmares, but I can’t remember any of them the next day. My experience happened over 30 years ago and while it is fading from memory, I can still remember it in great detail.