The brother, the angelic voice wanted me to contact, was my older brother (I will not be mentioning his name.) Whose favorite habit was drinking a bottle of wine, sometimes two or more on a daily basis. His addiction to wine (which he nicknamed, "blood"), always baffled me. He had a brilliant mind, and a zest for life, which also kept him shrouded in mystery. His three great passions, were a love for God, the Holy Bible, and his fellow man. His preferred circle of friends were the addicted, the mentally- challenged, and the poor of his neighborhood. A few people were jealous of him and despised his kind ways. Others found his compassion for their plight genuine, and saw that some of the burdens he was carrying from his life, mirrored their own. They shared their love of wine, laughter and many tears together. 1 John 4:7 reads, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loveth is born of God."
My problem with finding my brother when he was intoxicated, meant getting in touch with people who had far worse habits than alcoholism. I called my sister to see if she knew where he might be. To my surprise and hers, she said he was in the house. And, instead of being drunk as usual, he had been cold- sober all day long; he was not asleep but wide-awake. It was now after midnight Monday morning.
From the first moment I spoke to him, I knew my sister was right his mind was clear and sharp, his voice strong. I wasn't talking to someone, who had abused alcohol for well over twenty-five -years. I was talking to the brother my mother had described in my youth, the one with all the potential of obtaining his dreams and so much more. I started the conversation by explaining what had happened earlier in the day to my daughter. He was amazingly calm and listened quietly. When I got to the part where I was describing Our Lord Jesus Christ, appearing between the two white clouds, my brother became very quiet and asked to be excused, fifteen minutes later he returned. Upon his return he asked me very calmly to continue telling him what his niece had seen. When I started to describe the other things that appeared in the holy picture of Jesus (including what was over his left shoulder, which later was erased from my memory), that's when my brother asked to be excused a second time, and left me waiting for his return this time for over twenty minutes. I was beginning to wonder if he was sneaking off to drink, so upon his return I asked him where was he going when he would leave the telephone? He told me, "Each time he left he went to pray. To bury his head in the Bible and pray." I then asked him if I should continue? He said, 'Yes'. I started to tell him about the other things my daughter had seen, when he stopped me to ask a question. "Were there any children running with the adults across the clouds below Jesus?" I said, no. He didn't say anything. So, I told him how afraid I was for my daughter and if seeing Jesus meant something was going to happen to her? He then said, "Since there were no children running with the adults then Jesus was not here for my daughter. (I breathe a deep sigh of relief.) He continued and said, "I believe the appearance of Jesus, means someone in our family is going to die." And then he said, "I think you should prepare yourself for that possibility." I simply said, "I understand." And the conversation continued as he spoke pausingly, "I think ... it's a close relative, like ... an aunt or an uncle. No ... no, it's someone closer much closer then that ... its ... a sister ... or a brother!" With that heart-wrenching announcement he became very quiet, and suddenly he was no longer on the telephone. He had slipped away, perhaps to go and pray again. At least, that's what I told myself. I wasn't sure what was going on as I waited for his return. So much was racing through my mind about the information he had given me, and how I never asked how he had arrived at his conclusions. A little over twenty minutes later, when he came back to the telephone, I could tell by his voice something had happened. My brother has often told me throughout my life, and with sincerity, that he has always felt he was at least one hundred years old. I used to tease him when he would say this, but his voice now reflected that age, he sound tired- very tired. So, I listened intently to every word he had to say. What follows is a close account of that blessed conversation. He begin by saying pausingly, "It's me! ...It's me! ... It's my time! ... It's my time! ... But I'm not ready! ...I'm not finished with my work! ... I'm not finished with my work!"
I thought my brother was overreacting to Our Lord's appearance (I was wrong. I was the messenger. The message was for my brother, and his reaction to it meant he understood it perfectly. Praise God!) "What are you talking about?" I said, "You're not going anywhere!" He became very quiet. Then a sudden calm came over him and his voice was now soft and soothing, no longer tired. He said, "Listen to me. (he said my name) Listen to me. I want you to pray for someone you don't know. And, don't tell me who that person is." (I borrowed this last caring thought for his fellow man from my brother. I felt that since it was so important to him for me, "to pray for someone I didn't know," it should be equally important to share the same thought with my readers. My brother was right. Everyone needs our prayers, whether we know them or not. So, I put this precious thought at the end of most of my posts, in memory of the love my brother had for all people.)
I didn't question his request. I simply said,"okay." I remembered reading a very tragic story in the newspaper a few weeks before, that I couldn't
get off my mind. So, I immediately said a prayer for the person mentioned in the article. When I finished my prayer, I placed the telephone up to my right ear and started talking to my brother, suddenly a powerful burst of energy passed from him through the reciever into me. It didn't hurt, but I did feel it as it enter into my body. I immediatly asked my brother, "What was that?" He simply said in a very calm voice, "It's alright. It's alright. Don't worry about it." A sudden calmness came over me and the incident was forgotten (for two months). My brother and I continued to talk for another fifteen minutes or so about personal matters close to his heart. I felt no need to question him, I knew spiritually I was there to listen only. When his conversation came to an end, I managed to thank him for explaining Our Lord Jesus Christ's, appearance and what such a glorious event meant. He paused and for a moment got very quiet and said once again in a calm soft voice, "I want to tell you I love you, my sister. Goodnight."
My conversation with my brother started late Sunday night and lasted until after 1:30 am Monday morning. When I awoke from sleeping I had no memory of ever speaking to him. God had erase all memory of that Sunday and early Monday morning from our minds, until He was ready to give us His permission to remember and speak of that glorious day. Praise God! And that permission came later (in the fourth and final part) of this blessed event.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, don't tell anyone who that person is. May God Bless You.
Copyright 2007, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A MESSAGE FROM GOD (A MIRACLE ?) PART 2
My daughter, who has never been subject to any kind of outburst, was a little upset at her mama. "Its too late! Its too late mommy! When you didn't come out
on the porch, the picture disappeared!" She snapped. I took both of her hands in mine, kissed them and apologized for not coming to see her picture. I asked her to tell me what she saw. The description of what my seven-year-old saw on July 12,1981 at 7pm on a Sunday, is very close to her exact words as she told me of the miraculous blessing. "When I went out on the front porch, I saw a lot of white birds across the street (I believe what she saw were doves) so I started watching them through my toy telescope. At first the white birds were flying low to the ground in front of the house across the street. Then, they suddenly flew up and over the house, flying higher and higher across the sky. As they flew pass two beautiful white clouds, the birds disappeared. The white clouds were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the sky. As I watched them with my telescope, they parted and a man, with a very bright light behind him, appeared between the two large white clouds." I stopped her to ask a question. "What did the man look like?"
"He had long brown hair, that in the bright light looked kinda reddish- brown, he had a beard and it was also reddish-brown in the light, and he had blue eyes." I was stunned, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I had to ask myself the question. Did my little girl see Jesus Christ?
I had to calm myself down before I asked her my next question. "Tell me more about the man in the sky? Did he say anything to you?
"No, he didn't say anything to me. He was just looking down at all the people, and he looked very very sad."
At that moment, my heart sanked. I then asked her, "What was he wearing?"
"I could only see the top of him between the two clouds, but he had on a light-colored shirt with a long piece of red cloth hanging across his shoulder. She then ran over to my mantel and took down a three inch statue of Jesus (that I've had for years) and said the man in the sky looked just like him, but this is little Jesus." She shouted.
I remember saying something to her about the statue of Jesus, but I can't remember what I said. A calm came over me, as I continued asking her questions. "What else did you see?" She begin to describe to me the other things she saw in the picture along with Jesus.
"Up over his right shoulder I saw a small building, it looked like a blue castle
(she also mention seeing something up over his left shoulder, but neither of us can remember just what that was) and below him I could see three people running. There was a woman in the middle, with a man on one side of her, and a man on the other side of her they were running across the small white clouds together below the man. I couldn't see their faces because they had some kinda long black cloth (a veil) covering their head and faces. That's all I saw, then I came inside to get you, so you could see the beautiful picture of the man between the clouds in the sky."
I apologized to my little girl once again for not coming outside with her. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, told her I loved her, and sent her to get ready for bed. I was now a nervous wreck. My mind was filled with a hundred questions in search of answers. I looked over to my husband (who had been sitting quietly the entire time.) "My statue of the Holy Mother's heart starts pulsating at the same time, our little girl was witnessing the appearance of Jesus Christ. Those
two things within themselves is miraculous and a blessing. But what does it all mean?"
"I don't know. I don't know what it means!" My husband kept saying as he rested his head in his hands. I could tell he was very worried. We didn't speak
of it, but we both grew up hearing the elderly tell stories of children being heaven bound, once they've seen or spoken to Jesus. But God, had already saved my little girl's life twice. Was He calling her home for the third and last time?
My husband was scared, and I was petrified at the thought. And, for the longest time you could hear a feather touch the carpet in my house, it was just that quiet. And, that's when the angelic voice returned and spoke into my right ear once again, "Ask your brother, (she said his name) he will know."
END OF PART 2
Copyright 2007, 2008
on the porch, the picture disappeared!" She snapped. I took both of her hands in mine, kissed them and apologized for not coming to see her picture. I asked her to tell me what she saw. The description of what my seven-year-old saw on July 12,1981 at 7pm on a Sunday, is very close to her exact words as she told me of the miraculous blessing. "When I went out on the front porch, I saw a lot of white birds across the street (I believe what she saw were doves) so I started watching them through my toy telescope. At first the white birds were flying low to the ground in front of the house across the street. Then, they suddenly flew up and over the house, flying higher and higher across the sky. As they flew pass two beautiful white clouds, the birds disappeared. The white clouds were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the sky. As I watched them with my telescope, they parted and a man, with a very bright light behind him, appeared between the two large white clouds." I stopped her to ask a question. "What did the man look like?"
"He had long brown hair, that in the bright light looked kinda reddish- brown, he had a beard and it was also reddish-brown in the light, and he had blue eyes." I was stunned, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I had to ask myself the question. Did my little girl see Jesus Christ?
I had to calm myself down before I asked her my next question. "Tell me more about the man in the sky? Did he say anything to you?
"No, he didn't say anything to me. He was just looking down at all the people, and he looked very very sad."
At that moment, my heart sanked. I then asked her, "What was he wearing?"
"I could only see the top of him between the two clouds, but he had on a light-colored shirt with a long piece of red cloth hanging across his shoulder. She then ran over to my mantel and took down a three inch statue of Jesus (that I've had for years) and said the man in the sky looked just like him, but this is little Jesus." She shouted.
I remember saying something to her about the statue of Jesus, but I can't remember what I said. A calm came over me, as I continued asking her questions. "What else did you see?" She begin to describe to me the other things she saw in the picture along with Jesus.
"Up over his right shoulder I saw a small building, it looked like a blue castle
(she also mention seeing something up over his left shoulder, but neither of us can remember just what that was) and below him I could see three people running. There was a woman in the middle, with a man on one side of her, and a man on the other side of her they were running across the small white clouds together below the man. I couldn't see their faces because they had some kinda long black cloth (a veil) covering their head and faces. That's all I saw, then I came inside to get you, so you could see the beautiful picture of the man between the clouds in the sky."
I apologized to my little girl once again for not coming outside with her. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, told her I loved her, and sent her to get ready for bed. I was now a nervous wreck. My mind was filled with a hundred questions in search of answers. I looked over to my husband (who had been sitting quietly the entire time.) "My statue of the Holy Mother's heart starts pulsating at the same time, our little girl was witnessing the appearance of Jesus Christ. Those
two things within themselves is miraculous and a blessing. But what does it all mean?"
"I don't know. I don't know what it means!" My husband kept saying as he rested his head in his hands. I could tell he was very worried. We didn't speak
of it, but we both grew up hearing the elderly tell stories of children being heaven bound, once they've seen or spoken to Jesus. But God, had already saved my little girl's life twice. Was He calling her home for the third and last time?
My husband was scared, and I was petrified at the thought. And, for the longest time you could hear a feather touch the carpet in my house, it was just that quiet. And, that's when the angelic voice returned and spoke into my right ear once again, "Ask your brother, (she said his name) he will know."
END OF PART 2
Copyright 2007, 2008
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