TOUCHES BY GOD (STORIES ABOUT REAL ACTIVITY OF UNEXPLORED POWERS): 2
S A L U T A R Y B I R D ‘ S V O I C E
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I ride my bike very fast. A gentle but long mountain descent. My daily journey from work. As I approach the town that is on my route.
I suddenly hear something very strange. A loud, insistent, terryfying, unfamiliar voice of a bird.
It forces me stop and look around. I do not notice anything in the sky, in the surrounding several trees, bushes or building roofs( the voice came from very high, but I check everything).
I reach the bend anyway. The voice stops, I wants to get on my bicke.Only then can I see the mortal danger!
Just behind the bend, someone pulled a thick electric cable across the entire width road. The cable runs from the window on the ground floor ofthe first house to the fence onother side of the house. It is a height of about one and a half meters. Behind the fence, the cable runs to a truck, standing there, at which the old man repairs something.
I almostfaint at the trought of what would happen tome if I rode my bike into this cable.
Slowly,I approach the fence ad in a weak, shocked voice I say to the man:Do you realize what you are exposing a person riding a bicycle or motorbike? You want to murder someone?
The man tells me that this is a dirt road, hardly frequented. As if he felt bad about what I was doing here. He doesn’t even apologize or unplug the cable. I can see that he is a rude simpleton.I only tell him: I advise you to put up warming sings immediately. i’m wondering if I should visit anearby police station along the way.
Without looking back, I enter the nearby houses one by one and ask if someone is breeding a peacock or another large bird. Everyone says no,only some breed chickens here.
I’m very touched , it occurs tome that maybe it was a warming from my dead mother.
When I still drive this road every day,I look around for a sign from my mother. But nothing more extraordinary happens to me there.
S O F T P U S H
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I am riding my bike sharply down the mountain,a little-known road over scattered stones and unevenness.
My bike is old and comletely unsuited for such a ride. But o I have another bike and I have to ride trough these mountains to visit my family.
At some point, I feel that the steering wheel of my bike is breaking ands I am flying with momentum on stones or into an abyss next to the road.
But my flight ends with a gentle falljust above the gulfs on the only clump of grass growing here! And I realize that I felt like a very gentle push or rather transfering me to this place.
I dont’ have any scratches or sprains.I get up safe and sound. My bike is a few meters away from me,it is not suitable for repairs to continue riding it. I don’t throw it away, I walk with it and after a few hours I’m there.
Along the way,I wonder how I managed to fall so happily. It has no logical axplantation.
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children