When I was about ten years old, my sister and I had gotten into some trouble with our father, and in his anger he told us to leave the house and walk over to our brother's home.
We started walking just before dusk. By the time we were a little over half a mile from his home, an eerie (black) darkness suddenly engulfed the street we were on. There was no traffic on the particular block. The houses were dark and looked vacant. The street lights were not on, and there was a chilling quiet that seem to cover everything.
My sister and I, at that age, had always been taught by our mother to hold hands, when we were not certain of what was happening around us. Just as we did so and had quickened our pace, we heard a loud noise coming from across the street just in front of us. The noise sounded like someone had just kicked something, so we paused thinking it was a dog. Suddenly a man stepped out of the dark shadows, between two houses.
He was rather tall with a hat and overcoat, limping very badly with a cane. Immediately, he called to us for help in climbing the steps to his front porch because he was crippled. I felt apprehensive as I couldn't see his face, and his house was totally dark. But, 'he needed help', I told myself. So, I told my sister to wait there, while I went and helped the man. I let go of her hand and took two steps toward him, when she grabbed my hand and pulled me back, shouting: "He's a stranger! Let's run!" I grabbed her hand and told her never to let go of me, and we started running. The 'crippled' man dropped his cane and started chasing after us. It was so dark that we could barely see the sidewalk as we ran for our lives. We didn't scream as we ran. (I guess because the houses looked deserted. But thinking back on it, we should have screamed our heads off.) My sister and I could run like track stars. Although he couldn't catch us, I knew we'd get tired before he would.
We had already run a full block that was void of life, when suddenly out of nowhere a beautiful white light appeared in the midst of all that darkness just ahead of us, and we ran straight for it. As it caressed us, we felt so safe inside of it that we stopped running and looked back to see, where the 'crippled' man was. God's Holy White Light was like a curtain that hung between good and evil, and on the otherside of this curtain of miraculous light, I watched as the 'crippled' man paced back and forth in his darkness like a caged, wild animal. This evil man could not come into God's Holy White Light, where my sister and I were standing. The Light was there for our protection. As it held him at bay, we continued running to our brother's house two blocks away. Never once glancing behind us because we knew that night we were being protected by God and His Holy White Light. Praise God!
On that night so many years ago, I forgot the first rules of safety my mother had always taught us: "Don't talk to strangers! Don't go with strangers!" I always praise God for His help that night and for my little sister. She was the one who remembered 'Mama's Rules'.
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Thursday, July 12, 2007
TEARDROP FROM A STATUE (1994)
One day I was sitting, holding my statue of Mary (mother of Jesus) and praying to her as I held her to my forehead (something I usually do in prayer). Although I had my eyes closed, I felt something wet, touch and then run down my right cheek. I immediately felt my cheek, but there was nothing there. I knew, however, in spirit, that a tear had fallen from the eye of the statue of my Holy mother. For a few minutes afterwards, I could still feel the impression left by the teardrop running down my cheek.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And,tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
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Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And,tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
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Friday, July 6, 2007
A HEAVENLY TOLLING OF CHURCH BELLS (1995)
I was lying down on the couch upstairs after putting my grandaughter in bed for a nap, when suddenly I heard church bells tolling. It was such a heavenly chime but it was very,very loud. As I placed my hands over my ears, it occurred to me that the bells probably woke my grandaughter. So I rushed into her bedroom, only to find her sound asleep like I had left her an hour before. With the church bells still tolling in my ears , I rushed over to the window to see if there was some kind of emergency at the Catholic church two blocks away. As I opened the window I was immediately engulfed by total silence, it was as if everything that made noise, traffic, people, birds were nonexistent, everything including the air we breathe was suddenly still. It was a glorious moment! Slowly, I turned from the window to go downstairs to ask my husband what was going on, when I noticed I could no longer hear the church bells. Everything was back to normal.
Once, I was downstairs I asked my husband, who was watching television, what he thought about the church bells tolling so loudly and the deafening silence that followed. His reply stunned me: "What church bells? I didn't hear anything? Honey, what are you talking about?" After explaining what had happened upstairs, my husband agreed with me that I should pray and ask God for guidance, because the heavenly tolling of the church bells was only for me to hear.
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Once, I was downstairs I asked my husband, who was watching television, what he thought about the church bells tolling so loudly and the deafening silence that followed. His reply stunned me: "What church bells? I didn't hear anything? Honey, what are you talking about?" After explaining what had happened upstairs, my husband agreed with me that I should pray and ask God for guidance, because the heavenly tolling of the church bells was only for me to hear.
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Thursday, July 5, 2007
WHITE CROSS OF LIGHT (1979)
It was a time of great loss to me personally, my father had died. On the day of his funeral, I was sitting in the front pew of this small chapel, just about eight to ten feet away from my father's casket. When I was moved spiritually to take a religious "Padre Pio" medal that I always carried out of my purse and place it in the breast pocket of the suit coat my father was wearing. As I approached the casket, once again I was moved spiritually, this time to look up. High up on a draped wall overlooking my father's casket was a large white cross, a cross I hadn't noticed while seated. After placing the "Padre Pio" medal in my father's pocket, no sooner had I returned to my seat that into the chapel walked pure evil.
Two women (mother and daughter), of whom I had been aware for some years, but had always kept my distance from them. They were the kind of people who were overly friendly on the outside, but cold as death on the inside. As I watched them approach my father's casket, they stopped at the end of it, not making any attempt to go any further. Just standing there staring at my father then quickly looking around the chapel. I was starting to get very nervous. When suddenly the older woman took a couple of quick steps toward the head of the casket and the younger woman followed . Both unknowingly, stepped in front of the white cross hanging high on the wall overlooking my father's casket. What happened next was truly an act of God! The cross, which was white in color, was now filled with the Holy White Light of the Lord, and the Light of the Lord engulfed the two women shedding them of their everyday disguise revealing their horrific true identity. They had very bumpy skin, pale in color, with a long, well-pronounced hooked nose, stringy black hair with long black capes covering their bodies. (I know what you're thinking , but this is truly what God revealed to me.) The two women were totally unaware that the Lord had released his Holy White Light upon them for all his children in the chapel to see.
The presence of evil is always in our midst--most often in everyday disguises. As far as I know there were a handful of people, besides myself, who saw God's miracle at my father's funeral that day. If there were others, then they've kept it to themselves.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
Two women (mother and daughter), of whom I had been aware for some years, but had always kept my distance from them. They were the kind of people who were overly friendly on the outside, but cold as death on the inside. As I watched them approach my father's casket, they stopped at the end of it, not making any attempt to go any further. Just standing there staring at my father then quickly looking around the chapel. I was starting to get very nervous. When suddenly the older woman took a couple of quick steps toward the head of the casket and the younger woman followed . Both unknowingly, stepped in front of the white cross hanging high on the wall overlooking my father's casket. What happened next was truly an act of God! The cross, which was white in color, was now filled with the Holy White Light of the Lord, and the Light of the Lord engulfed the two women shedding them of their everyday disguise revealing their horrific true identity. They had very bumpy skin, pale in color, with a long, well-pronounced hooked nose, stringy black hair with long black capes covering their bodies. (I know what you're thinking , but this is truly what God revealed to me.) The two women were totally unaware that the Lord had released his Holy White Light upon them for all his children in the chapel to see.
The presence of evil is always in our midst--most often in everyday disguises. As far as I know there were a handful of people, besides myself, who saw God's miracle at my father's funeral that day. If there were others, then they've kept it to themselves.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
Monday, June 25, 2007
A HEARTBEAT (2007)
While searching the web, I was moved, spiritually, to a web site whose heading was a passage from scripture. I had been praying for guidance concerning my religious visions, dreams and experiences , and had been arguing with myself over whether or not I should put my religious testi-mony on the Internet. The Bible passage, shown to me, was Habakkuk 2:2, which reads: "And the Lord answered me, and said, write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readth it."
As I pondered the importance of the Message, my right hand which I had use to trace the Lord's words, rested on the page of scripture. Suddenly, I felt movement beneath my hand, a most powerful rhythmic movement. It was as if my hand had come to rest upon a living heart, and I could lit-erally feel the great power within each beat of that heart. And, I knew, in spirit, it was the heart of the Lord.
Believe, for God will answer all of your questions. In God's time!
PRAISE GOD!
As I pondered the importance of the Message, my right hand which I had use to trace the Lord's words, rested on the page of scripture. Suddenly, I felt movement beneath my hand, a most powerful rhythmic movement. It was as if my hand had come to rest upon a living heart, and I could lit-erally feel the great power within each beat of that heart. And, I knew, in spirit, it was the heart of the Lord.
Believe, for God will answer all of your questions. In God's time!
PRAISE GOD!
Friday, June 22, 2007
A NINE - FOOT CROSS OF LIGHT (1995 VISION)
I was in a small ,white, single-roomed, wooden church atopped with a beautiful steeple. I was walking around in a circle carrying a 9-foot wooden cross in my hands, dressed in a long, white, hooded robe. The wood that made up the cross looked very heavy; yet, it was as light as a feather, as I walked around and around the tiny room. During my walk, I looked up toward the top of the cross and notice that I was beneath the inside of the steeple. Suddenly, the steeple opened up, and a magnificent beam of white light burst from the heavens, touching the top of the wooden cross, engulfing it in light. The light, then, traveled down the entire cross at a high rate of speed to where my hands were positioned upon it, and continued into my body. I fell to my knees shouting , "Ohhhh!" Still holding the cross and looking up at it, I was astonished to find that it was no longer made of wood. I was, now, holding a miraculous 9-foot cross made entirely of, God's Holy "White Light."
I felt the Lord's Holy Light, passed from the cross, enter my body. I cannot in any words describe that glorious moment. (And, for that I sincerely apologize.) As soon as the vision had ended, my entire body felt so alive! I was engulfed by a spiritual, tingling sensation from the top of my head to the end of my toes for well over twenty minutes. PRAISE GOD!
I felt the Lord's Holy Light, passed from the cross, enter my body. I cannot in any words describe that glorious moment. (And, for that I sincerely apologize.) As soon as the vision had ended, my entire body felt so alive! I was engulfed by a spiritual, tingling sensation from the top of my head to the end of my toes for well over twenty minutes. PRAISE GOD!
Friday, June 8, 2007
A MOVING - STATUE OF MARY (1980)
It was Friday morning. My youngest daughter, before going to the neighborhood Catholic grade school (We are not Catholic) reminded me once again that she needed a long-sleeve white blouse for school the following Monday. I had been searching with no luck for such a blouse in her size for over two weeks at department stores, and several small children's shops . That morning my husband mentioned to me how strange he thought it was that we couldn't find a simple, long-sleeve white blouse, and I agreed it was odd. After dropping the girls off at school, I remembered a small resale shop that I used to go to that carried children's clothing. By this time, my husband had run out of patience for shopping. "This will be the last place," I promised him.
Upon entering, I was surprised to see that they had a long rack filled with assorted sizes of long-sleeved white blouses. As I was standing in the aisle, sorting throught the blouses, I felt a slight tug on my right shoulder. I thought I was out too far in the aisle and someone wanted to get by. So I moved closer to the blouses and continued sorting. About a minute later, there was another light tug on my right shoulder, this time I turned my head to see who had touched me. To my surprise, there was no one on either side of me! Even though I could still feel the impression left from being touched. Shrugging it off, I resumed what I was doing and finally found a blouse in my daughter's size. And, once more, I felt someone tug ever so lightly on my right shoulder. But, this time, I turned completely around ready to confront whomever had been touching me.
And, as I did so, suddenly, I was struck with 'tunnel vision' as my eyes fell on an eight-inch, religious, plastic statue of Mary (mother of Jesus). She was at least thirty feet away, sitting in a glass showcase. But, I could see her -- and only her -- so clearly. She was radiantly beautiful, and for a moment, I truly believe she was smiling at me.
I felt tingly and so alive and so overcome with happiness that I literally raced toward the front of the store scaring the daylights out of the young cashier. I blurted out that I wanted the statue of Mary. She didn't know what I was talking about, so I pointed to the statue in the showcase she was standing over. As she reached down to pick her up, she looked at Mary and said, "Surely you don't want this old plastic statue. I don't know why they put this out here. It's all dirty and the color has faded off it." I said that I didn't care; I wanted her anyway! She looked puzzled and asked me if I wanted to know the price. I said that it didn't matter how much she costs. She sighed and wrapped the statue in the white blouse and put them both into a plastic bag.
When I was getting into the car somehow the statue of Mary was in my hands -- no longer wrapped up in the blouse that was still in the plastic bag. So, I showed her to my husband, and he immediately said, "We're not Catholic." And I replied, "I know, but I have to take her home with me." For some reason, I didn't tell him what had happened inside the store.
Upon arriving at our home, I was still tingling. And, I felt so alive standing there on my front porch. I had the plastic bag with the blouse hanging off my left wrist and the statue of Mary cradled in my right hand, as I waited for my husband to come and unlock the front door. While waiting, I started to wonder why I wasn't using my keys to open the door. When suddenly, I was moved spiritually to cradle the plastic statue of Mary in both hands. When I did so -- Praise God! -- the statue moved in my hands. I was so shocked that I dropped her! At that moment, every second of her falling from my hands, I saw in a kind of spiritual slow-motion. And, with both of my hands, still cradled, I reached down (still in 'spiritual slow-motion') and caught her about a foot before she would have hit the porch floor. She was still moving when I brought her into my home.
I don't remember how I got into my house, and I have never asked my husband whether on that Glorious day he opened the locked door. But, I did tell him ( a little later that same day) about the statue of Mary...what happened in the store...and her miraculous movement in my hands. He just looked at me in a strange way and smiled. The statue of Mary has never moved in my husband's presence. Perhaps everything that happened was only for me to experience. Praise God!
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless You.
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Upon entering, I was surprised to see that they had a long rack filled with assorted sizes of long-sleeved white blouses. As I was standing in the aisle, sorting throught the blouses, I felt a slight tug on my right shoulder. I thought I was out too far in the aisle and someone wanted to get by. So I moved closer to the blouses and continued sorting. About a minute later, there was another light tug on my right shoulder, this time I turned my head to see who had touched me. To my surprise, there was no one on either side of me! Even though I could still feel the impression left from being touched. Shrugging it off, I resumed what I was doing and finally found a blouse in my daughter's size. And, once more, I felt someone tug ever so lightly on my right shoulder. But, this time, I turned completely around ready to confront whomever had been touching me.
And, as I did so, suddenly, I was struck with 'tunnel vision' as my eyes fell on an eight-inch, religious, plastic statue of Mary (mother of Jesus). She was at least thirty feet away, sitting in a glass showcase. But, I could see her -- and only her -- so clearly. She was radiantly beautiful, and for a moment, I truly believe she was smiling at me.
I felt tingly and so alive and so overcome with happiness that I literally raced toward the front of the store scaring the daylights out of the young cashier. I blurted out that I wanted the statue of Mary. She didn't know what I was talking about, so I pointed to the statue in the showcase she was standing over. As she reached down to pick her up, she looked at Mary and said, "Surely you don't want this old plastic statue. I don't know why they put this out here. It's all dirty and the color has faded off it." I said that I didn't care; I wanted her anyway! She looked puzzled and asked me if I wanted to know the price. I said that it didn't matter how much she costs. She sighed and wrapped the statue in the white blouse and put them both into a plastic bag.
When I was getting into the car somehow the statue of Mary was in my hands -- no longer wrapped up in the blouse that was still in the plastic bag. So, I showed her to my husband, and he immediately said, "We're not Catholic." And I replied, "I know, but I have to take her home with me." For some reason, I didn't tell him what had happened inside the store.
Upon arriving at our home, I was still tingling. And, I felt so alive standing there on my front porch. I had the plastic bag with the blouse hanging off my left wrist and the statue of Mary cradled in my right hand, as I waited for my husband to come and unlock the front door. While waiting, I started to wonder why I wasn't using my keys to open the door. When suddenly, I was moved spiritually to cradle the plastic statue of Mary in both hands. When I did so -- Praise God! -- the statue moved in my hands. I was so shocked that I dropped her! At that moment, every second of her falling from my hands, I saw in a kind of spiritual slow-motion. And, with both of my hands, still cradled, I reached down (still in 'spiritual slow-motion') and caught her about a foot before she would have hit the porch floor. She was still moving when I brought her into my home.
I don't remember how I got into my house, and I have never asked my husband whether on that Glorious day he opened the locked door. But, I did tell him ( a little later that same day) about the statue of Mary...what happened in the store...and her miraculous movement in my hands. He just looked at me in a strange way and smiled. The statue of Mary has never moved in my husband's presence. Perhaps everything that happened was only for me to experience. Praise God!
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless You.
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
INTRODUCTION AND THE VOICE OF JESUS (1990 VISION)
Dear Reader,
I wish to share my experiences, dreams, and visions -- all of a spiritual/religious nature. My accounts are true and have occurred exactly as written.
I have only one regret in life--that is, not having shared the Glory of God's Blessings to me, sooner. I, now, sincerely believe one should do so. I offer no further excuses.
An account of my experiences will be posted each month. Whenever possible, each account will be dated. May God Bless you and your family!
1990 Vision
In this vision, my sister and I were inside a beautiful Catholic church. (Neither of us is Catholic.) We were kneeling and praying before a 7-to-8 ft. statue of Mary. When I was moved to open my eyes and upon doing so, I could see a white mist forming behind Mary. I turned to tell my sister to look, but she was deep in prayer. As I watched, the mist started to fill with light, not man-made light but the light of God.
It started to drift toward me and suddenly I was surrounded by it. The next thing I knew, I was outside. Both the church and my sister had vanished, and I was ascending at an increasing pace skyward, still in a kneeling position.
Where I found myself hovering in what seemed to be the middle of the sky, there were no clouds, just endless silence. Suddenly, a Bible of gigantic proportions appeared before me. It was so tremendous in size! There was, literally, no end to it!
The Bible was open, but I couldn't see well enough -- for some reason -- to read it. I remember trying to see the top of the page to get a reference point as to what part of the Bible was open before me. But, as I strained to see the heading, from behind me the most powerful voice in all Creation spoke to me. It was a man's voice. His voice was so powerful that I could literally feel his words passing through my entire body.
I believe he was reading the Scripture to me from the Bible's page in front of my eyes. But, I can't remember the passage, itself.
I just remember being so afraid of the power in his voice. I could not turn around and see who was speaking to me, but I felt -- in my heart, at the time -- it was the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
When my vision ended, my entire body felt so alive, and I was engulfed in a spiritual, tingling sensation from the top of my head to the end of my toes for well over twenty minutes.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless You.
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I wish to share my experiences, dreams, and visions -- all of a spiritual/religious nature. My accounts are true and have occurred exactly as written.
I have only one regret in life--that is, not having shared the Glory of God's Blessings to me, sooner. I, now, sincerely believe one should do so. I offer no further excuses.
An account of my experiences will be posted each month. Whenever possible, each account will be dated. May God Bless you and your family!
1990 Vision
In this vision, my sister and I were inside a beautiful Catholic church. (Neither of us is Catholic.) We were kneeling and praying before a 7-to-8 ft. statue of Mary. When I was moved to open my eyes and upon doing so, I could see a white mist forming behind Mary. I turned to tell my sister to look, but she was deep in prayer. As I watched, the mist started to fill with light, not man-made light but the light of God.
It started to drift toward me and suddenly I was surrounded by it. The next thing I knew, I was outside. Both the church and my sister had vanished, and I was ascending at an increasing pace skyward, still in a kneeling position.
Where I found myself hovering in what seemed to be the middle of the sky, there were no clouds, just endless silence. Suddenly, a Bible of gigantic proportions appeared before me. It was so tremendous in size! There was, literally, no end to it!
The Bible was open, but I couldn't see well enough -- for some reason -- to read it. I remember trying to see the top of the page to get a reference point as to what part of the Bible was open before me. But, as I strained to see the heading, from behind me the most powerful voice in all Creation spoke to me. It was a man's voice. His voice was so powerful that I could literally feel his words passing through my entire body.
I believe he was reading the Scripture to me from the Bible's page in front of my eyes. But, I can't remember the passage, itself.
I just remember being so afraid of the power in his voice. I could not turn around and see who was speaking to me, but I felt -- in my heart, at the time -- it was the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
When my vision ended, my entire body felt so alive, and I was engulfed in a spiritual, tingling sensation from the top of my head to the end of my toes for well over twenty minutes.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless You.
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