Posted on 03/14/2007 5:07:39 PM PDT by fatima
What beautiful picture's HiJinx.thank you.
She was scared to death. The first week that she was there she claimed that she was lying down on the sofa and the little girl ran through the room.
WOW!
Oh my gosh.I would be so outta there.Maybe she could do some history on the house online.There might be a good story there.
I don't remember anything in the Bible about carbs not making you fat in heaven. ROTFLOL!
By default...you CAN'T be unhappy in heaven and being fat would make me VERY unhappy! LOL!
Good morning, Jinxy!
An angel indeed a precious gem
for grandma and grandpa a shining star
to hook a dream too, away out far.
Happy Belated to you and Nanna.
mine
mine
me
Good day to you dangerous one.
Well, first of all, the definition of fat is relative. Some think a size 10 is really fat, some people think size 10 is normal, some think it's too skinny.
Think about it, during the middle ages, fatter people were considered more attractive than thin people. Tastes change over the millennia.
Still the idea of being able to eat all the carbs you want and not gaining weight would certainly be heaven to me. LOL!
No one knows anything about the woman who owned the house or the people that were living there. She was an occupational therapist (criminal rehabilitation) for the RCMP, and she wasn't supposed to have criminals living in her house in the US. She never really lived in the house, herself, not full time anyway.
Something else wierd happened about six months after the new family moved in. One night the mother was folding laundry in a spare bedroom and the little girl (about 21/2 yr. old) was playing in the closet. The mother finished what she was doing, went to leave the room and called to the little girl to come with her. The little girl looked up at the mother and said, "Get the F--- back here, I'm not done with you yet." No one can figure out where the little girl even heard the "f" word, let alone learn how to use it. She lives on a farm and my daughter was the only one there on a regular basis. She hadn't yet started pre-school, and had no contact with neighbors.
Thank you, Ms. Feather...
A shining star to hook a dream to...indeed.
It's been a great run so far!
Rut Row,I would move.
Beautiful pictures Jinxy...
Ms.B
I know this is not about a dream, but I had an experience a couple of years ago that I still wonder if this was "an angelic interaction."
I am a nervous flyer. I only get to fly on an airplane once a year. And, when I go it is usually without a "buddy." For some reason, I always feel much safer while traveling with someone I know.
So, each time I go I do a lot of praying before hand. I've seen God answer many of my prayers by spotting an "important" person sitting near me. Most of the times, it's been a pastor or someone reading a bible. Which to me is always a sign that guy has heard me.
This one year I was flying back home from the business trip. I had a teammate with me but she was in another part of the plane. The plane is loading and I was in the isle seat and another woman was in the window seat. The seat in the middle was empty. I was glad cause I am working on some class work and this leaves me more elbow room. Before I know it a man steps up and says he's assigned to that middle seat. I was a tad upset but moved so he could sit down.
Later in the flight he got to talking to me, first about my school work and then onto regular stuff (married, kids, came from, going to?). As the flight progressed we noticed we were having some rough patches and the pilot made us stay seated and belted.
This guy and I noticed that the lady next to the window was having a really bad time. She was shaking and seemed to be crying and clutching her passport. The guy leaned over and talked to her a bit, but she didn't speak much English. He eventually gave her his jacket to clutch and he would offer comforting words. I even tried to help calm her but of course she was too scared. Although I think she was comforted some.
During this whole time he and I are still talking with additional comments about how scary this kind of flight can be.
When we landed I was set to try and locate my teammate as we were driving together. As I stood up to grab my bag, I got my very first chance to look directly into the eyes of this guy and I felt this electric charge (best I can describe it) go through me. One of recognition, like. We said our goodbyes and I found my teammate.
Later, I realized that not only had this guy helped that other lady but me as well. If he had not been there and kept me talking, I would have been having an anxiety attack at such a rough ride. Not as bad as the other lady, but very nervous. I've never forgotten that or the eye contact. And, have wondered ever since if this was indeed an "angelic interaction."
Thanks The KG9 Kid,that was posted 5-10-01.i am going to read that thread.Here is the dream.
"I've had the following dream at least twice involving an airliner:
I dreamed I was in downtown Boston and a Boeing 747 flew into the John Hancock tower. For those unfamiliar with Boston, the John Hancock tower is a 60 story glass building - the tallest skyscraper in Boston at 790 feet.
Anyway, in the dream, I'm walking past the Boston Public Library towards Copley Place and I look up in the sky and see this 747 coming in low to the ground. It crashes into the building up near the top so that the nose section is sticking out one end and the tail section is jutting out of the other. The wings shear off and fall to the ground.
Strangely enough, nobody around me seems to react to this seemingly catastrophic event. People just go on walking as usual. However, several fire trucks and police cars nonchalantly approach the building and begin to commence rescue operations. None of the rescue personnel appear to be in much of a hurry. It's almost like they are carrying out a tired, routine drill.
However, I can hear distant screams from the airplane above as I approach the building. Sort of like the screams you hear from a distant roller coaster. People up there are screaming but nobody down below seems to be paying very much attention.
After waking from this dream (I've had it at least twice), I can't seem to get myself together right away. The eerie feeling persists for an hour or two and I can't get the sound of the distant screams out of my head nor the vision of the airliner pierced like an arrow through the John Hancock building in Boston."
16 Posted on 05/10/2001 17:25:30 PDT by SamAdams76
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.