TOUCHES BY GOD (STORIES ABOUT REAL ACTIVITY OF UNEXPLORED POWERS):5

Posted On October 16, 2024

SIGN OF GOD FOR A CHILD
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I have been a parish priest of thisCatholic parish for a quite long time.
One day on Saturday, I received information that someone would call my parish office who urgently wanted to contact a retired professor of local high schools that I knew.For years, the professor’s offices have made it difficult for him to set up a phone at home and sometimes different people contactedm him trough my office. I respected this man. Despite his Jewish origin he was a follower of Christ. Sometimes he played the violin during massand his former disciple was organist here.
I went to pick up the professor at his house, but he was not there. This is how I met professor’s daughter, who had just come to her parents for the weekend. She offered to go with me to have this phone conversation istead of her father.
The professor’s daughter was a young, very beatiful woman and had something unsual about her. It was said that she was as iffrom another world or from another planet.I took her to my office about an hour time someone had to call her father. A completely unsual conversation ensued between us.
The professor’s daughter told me about a vision she had inmy church as a child.She told:
As a girl I was very religious.I often attended mass here withmy friend. I’msure you know the father of my friend. He always went first, carrying the cross in processions.An elderly man, limpling on one leg from the bulled that shot him when he was a partisan.
During one of the masses I had a vision. Behind the main altar there is a beatiful stained glass window. In its center is Virgin Mary holding a white dove on her lap, which is a symbol of the Holy Spirit (maybe that’s why this parish is dedicated to the Holy Spirit ?). At one point,when I was praying and looking at the stained glass window, I saw that the Mother of God smiled at me.Then He gets from her throne and relase a pigeon towards me . I saw a pigeon flying to me. Unfortunately, at that moment I was scared, I was only 8 years old.I crossed myself and quickly left the church.
I was shocked by this story. I said thas was necessary to tell many people about it and write it down in the parish chronicle. But he professor’s daughter said she wanted to keep this incident to herself. If I want to tell about it I shouldn’t her name. Before the phone rang, she managed to tell the second story, that shocked me even more:
I was less than 5 years old at the time.I was playing on my street with an 11-year-old girl, but probably not very sensible. She came from some village to her aunt, who lived in the house next to mine. I came up with idea that we would construct a kaleidoscope from a mirror and colored glasses wraped in roll of newspapers and we would rotate it to see various patterns grom these glasses.
Ewerything we needed could be found at the nearby landfill.I remember that we were looking for bottlesof colored glas. Then we had to break them into small slides. I took such a bottle in my hand but I didn’t know how to break it. My older friend knew that we need to hit the bottle on the stone corner street sidewalk. She was afraid to do it. So i grabbed the bottle by the handle and hit it on the curb with all my strenght. I didn’t know that this bottle had to be released from my hand.The glass from the broken bottle went deepinomy hand, began to bleed heavily. I tried unsuccessfullyto stop the bleeding by applyingt newspapers brought from landfill. My friend ran away, but other older children took me home to my mother. Then I remember that my hand was stitched up and doctor decided that I had to get an injection against tetanus.
The injection was given to me in the laboratory,where I was taken by two almost adult girls after scholl lessons, asked by my father.When we were returning home, I fainted.I remember the crowd of people surrounding me. Someone ran to get my father and then he drove me on a bicycle tothe hospital, asking me not to fall asleep.
However, I fell asleep and lost consciousness,I was a state similar to clinical death. It was allergic anaphylactic shock.Anappeal wasannounced on the radio about the necesary acting drug and finally someone sent such a drug to my rescue.But by then, I was almost dead and had made journey to heaven.
I remember that I was standingin front of a huge double-leaf blue and gold gate.On theother side, I met a multitude of translucent, tall, bluish figures.Someone led me to hand and explained in and whisper that God was there.
Then someone,I think about Jesus was holding me on his lap and gently telling me something. i didn’t want to go back from there. He explained to me that I had to come back an how I should in act in life. Hetold me how to be a good and noble man..
Then I sawit glued to the ceiling and down on the hospital bed I saw my body.Medical staff were standing around my body and I was being injected into my abdomen and thigs. I reluctantly entered my biody and immediatelly fell asleep. Medication helped and I gradually recovered.

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