TOUCHES BY GOD (STORIES ABOUT REAL ACTIVITY OF UNEXPLORER POWERS): 6
G O D
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I spent the night with a few fiends in the apartament of one of them. We have been meeting there severaltimes a week for some time. We had very interesting discussions on philosophical and moral topics, we listened to music and drank wine.Then we slept on blankets on the floor. There was no erotic context, we were rebelious romantics.
We have people who had recently become adults. As students,we had almost no money,and we prefered to spend the money we had on books, cinema, theatre, philharmonic, cigaretes, cafee meetings instead food.
In the morning, after a very makeshift breakwast, we went to a nearby cinema for the so-called studio screening, where good quality but no very popular films were shown.
After about a dozen or so minutes from the start of the screening of the film, I had extremely unsualand very important experience in my life.
Istarted to hear a voice talking to me (only to me). It was a main’s, loud voise.
He spoke to me in a language completely unknown me (a language outside the European zone). Perhaps it was Aramaic, which I heard later in the film ‘The Passion on the Christ” Mel Gibson’s.
He spoke for a long time and without any pauses, as if were a recording.
I didn’t understand a single word.
I could only feel the tone of that voice.
It was a tone of strong persuasion and explanation.
Then in tone of voise I began to sense warnings.
Then the tone of voice suggested that he was talking about categorical command.
And then it was as if repeating the same or similar thing from beginning.
I loked around at the friends sitting next to me, everyone was calmly watching the movie. Seeing that I was spinning restlessly , they tried to calm me down.
The voice continued to speak to me.
I begann to understand that it was the voice spmeoneout of this world, as powerful as God or the Angel Gabriel.
Apologizing tomy friends on any pretext I left the cinema.
I was hurrying back home (student dormitory).
I remembered what I heard from the mouths of a few another friends: you go out with your friends and you all sway like you would be drunk.
I understood that I was on the verge of alcohol addiction !
And that this is what the voice in cinema was tellig me about !
I stopped hanging out with those friends and I never abuse alcohol again. When I met them by chance, Iwarned they wereon the verge of addiction. I also began to threaten two drug dealerscurculating among students. These dealers took revenge on me. They once put a pill or powderwith a drug in my coffe, which I drank ina cafe. I felt strange and quickly returned home, I managed to fall onmy bed.
I started to have terrible and long-lasting visions. My roommates told me later that I howloed like animal and trew myself in bedf or over a day. I remember that in a very fast pace, as if from a film tape played too quickly, images were running in front of me. For example, I saw several battles and wars from theold days, a huge number of people and places unknown to me.But I didn’t have time to takea closer look at any event or person, because more people and stories appeared with subsequent events.It was like torture. I don’t wish such experience on anyone.
Two of my old friends here described have become alkoholics. Two others committed suicide. One became a drug addict and is no longer alive. Two others escapedsuch a fate by marrying sensible and practical women and by mowing to other countries. In order to warm against addiction , I will present here the circumstances of the death of two my old friends, very talented and valuable. One of them, being drunk, fell on an electric stovewhere he was just cooking something. He completely burned his face and suffered an electric shock. The other of my old friend, looking for new sensations, constructed a gallows for himself. He suffocated harder andharder, until finally he died of hanging himself.
They all didn’t bellieve me when I spoke about God’s voice from cinema.
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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