Quasi-Supernatural Testimony

[Sons to Glory!]

I wrote up my testimony last year and distributed to people I knew. In one part I describe some things that were happening around me which were quite phenomenal to me. I have always wondered exactly what was going on there, and have some specific questions for you to ponder at the end. This took place about a week after I had a miraculous salvation experience complete with physical and mental healing, not to mention and incredible sense of the Lord and His anointing. Here's the excerpt (sorry if the formatting is bad):

Then came the day I have long regretted. I still hadn’t found any Christians I really wanted to be
with (but admittedly, hadn’t looked a whole lot). I was hanging out with a friend, John Noll, who
decided we should go to another friend’s house in the early afternoon. There were a few people
at this house, including some girls I had interest in, and a pretty one was noticing me. A joint
was lit up and passed around. At first I refused. Still being in a state of spiritual newness and
possessing wisdom beyond myself, it seemed as if I could look right into people’s soul, including
this girl’s. So against what I knew to be true, I took a hit on that joint. Big mistake . . .

Now you might consider that up until this point, the things that occurred were pretty subjective
and inward. But this is where things turned outwardly supernatural and were fearfully witnessed

by others. That day, as I remember, the sky was pretty fair and sunny, but suddenly got quite
dark around us as we were smoking that joint. People in the room became somewhat edgy and
were looking at me as if they knew something was about to happen. As the joint came around
the room again, I took another hit of it, and then the loudest noise imaginable occurred. There
had been no hint of thunder in the air, but suddenly a flash of lightning hit – we saw the flash
and heard the earth-shattering bang at the same time. The room got deadly quiet, and then
everyone exclaimed, “Wow!” We were all completely awestruck. I knew that something of
profound spiritual significance was going on, and I knew I shouldn’t take another hit on that joint,

but I did.

Immediately there was another lighting flash and a bang, and this was somehow even

louder and brighter than the first. The people in the room were really freaked out now. Why I

did it, I still do not know, but I took still another hit off that joint. It couldn’t be possible that

anything could be louder than the last lightning blast, but when the third one hit, it totally
dispelled that notion. There was no use in me denying it . . . those lightning blasts occurred
because of my actions. (Note: These three lightning blasts were the only ones that afternoon.)
As I sat there, dumbfounded at what I had just done, and what was happening outside,
suddenly all the “old feelings” came back to me in that instant. These were all the feelings that
left me when I had been miraculously healed a few days before. My head became plugged up,
and I felt weighted down and old. My body ached and the inexplicable sweetness in the air was
gone. But worst of all perhaps, the sense of being able to intimately communicate with God

seemed to be completely gone.

I was really dejected over what I had just done, and left the house with John. As we were

walking, John brought up something we had only mused about before, and that was regarding

going to California. This time he was really serious about it. I said, “Sure, let’s go, there’s
nothing for me here.” At that moment we reached a street corner when something else
supernatural occurred. As we were standing on the corner I saw John being pushed backward
on his one shoulder, as if someone were physically shoving him hard. This almost knocked him
off his feet. He cried out, “What the . . .!” I inquired about what had happened. He exclaimed,
“It’s as if someone pushed my shoulder!” I, being a little freaked out by this (as if all the other
things that day hadn’t scared me enough), said, “Oh no. Don’t say that!” Just then it happened
again. This was a movement that couldn’t be faked – John felt it and we both saw it. Being
really scared, we both exclaimed, “Let’s get out of here!” and went to make plans for going to

California.

Thanks for reading!

Questions: What was the lightning and thunder - God or the enemy? And what was the invisible push on my friend's shoulder? I've gone back and forth on these for years.