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Posted on 12/31/2001 5:59:36 PM PST by Lady In Blue
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...and a little child shall lead them.
"Continue to love each other like brothers and sisters, and remember always to welcome strangers, for by doing this, some people have entertained angels without knowing it" (Hebrews13:2).
Sounds like a two-angel job to me. :-)
That's great.
By the way, your screenname is cool.
Thanks.
Folks, don't miss this "angel" story.
17 y.o. teen 'Angel' to the rescue : CRAWLING INTO BURNING HOME, teen saves little girl
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Now I usually don't relate this story because people laugh at me. And since it happened some 50+ years ago, even though I've tried, my memory admittedly is getting fuzzy as to the details.
Take it for what it's worth.
I swear I can remeber BEFORE I was born. I'm NOT kidding. When I was very young I used to tell the story to my Grandmother, who then told my Mom. All I can recall...without hurting my head...is being in a very beautiful place. Not architecurally beautiful if you will, and not a place with flowers and trees. The best way I can describe the impressions I recall now is to say a seemingly limitless area, yet with defined sections. Perhaps to say cloud-like is not too inaccurate.
A lot of light, but a soft almost grayish ambiance as opposed to what I will mention later.
In any case I recall being somewhat forceibly, but gently urged...even spoken to...toward a "down" area. Similar to, but not quite like a down staircase or even escalator.
And I remeber protesting, saying something like I didn't want to go...it wasn't fair...I wanted to stay where I was.
But several beings were holding me...again very gently and moving me toward the "down" area.
At the very top we stopped and everyone listened to me. One of the beings said to wait and left. Almost instantly it returned and said there was no going back...there could be no changes now...I had to go.
At that point I stopped resisting...said good-bye to the beings...I felt no animosity toward them for making me go BTW. In fact you might say there was a feeling of great communion or love among us.
I turned and started a journey down.
I recall being buffeted and touched. It was as if many hands were hlding me. Then I remeber something particularly curious. I swear it was the voices of my father and mother.
For what seemed like quite some time there was darkness, along with the occasional feeling of many hands and the voices.
My memory ends with loud noises and a horrible, bright, piercing light.
I always assumed that was the moment of birth.
Interestingly enough, and I would certaianly have no way of knowing this, before I left the hospital a doctor or nurse took it upon themselves to give me some kind of shot. To this day I can still recall a panic at being taken to a room..again with a very bright light..put on a table and something starting to be put in my neck or back.
I also recall my mother suddenly appearing...loud voices..and then being in her arms and safe again.
She later told me that there was a shot kids at that time were being given but she didn't want me to have. Being a registered nurse she could move about the hospital pretty much as she wanted. She told me she found out and came to get me. I don't recall her telling me what the shot was or if I got it.
Laugh or not...I don't care. I swear I grew up believing this and when I was very young used to LOVE to tell the story. As I grew older I began to refrain from the telling and as I said over the years I have forgotten more than I remember.
It could have been many things...an interpertaion of the birth experience...a pre-birth programing perhaps manifesting itself somehow.
Still the visions have haunted me all these years, and I wish I had written them down in more detail.
prisoner6
My thought exactly. I wonder what is in store for this youngster in the Lord's plan?
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