TOUCHES BY GOD (STORIES ABOUT REAL ACTIVITY OF UNEXPLORER POWERS):7
OLD ICON SAYS
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Mrs. Elise was a woman, who was hard not to notice. Especially when she was wearing a long black coat and tapping on the pavement with high-heeled shoes.
When I got to know her better, she told me that she was a retired clerk and now, as a volunter, she runs accounting at one of the Catolic parishes in the city.Shealso told me that she was a single, childless widow and lived in the suburbs. I once visited Mrs. Elise in her modest, small apartament.
Then showed me a small, old icon depicting the Virgin Mary with little Jesus in His arms. She said this icon has been in her family for many generations. Then Mrs. Elise told me how icon saved her from death or serious illness. With it was like this. –
It was then a harsh winter, the streers were covered with an ongoing blizzard.It was late at night.
Mrs. Elise clipped her toenails after the bad.This was done by a razor blade and unhappily hurt herself very much.
The blood flowed strongly and Mrs. Elise had great difficulty controling the hermorrhage. The razor blade was old, not disinfected, the dressing were also made of non-disinfected cloths.Mrs. Elise became afraid that shemight get a blood infection.
She didn’t have a phone or any of her neighbors in this house. She got dressed and ran out into the street loking for help.She wanted someone to call an ambulance or drive her to the doctor.Unfortunatelly, the streets were empty and the blizzard finally brought her back to the apartament. Her toe, then her foot turned blue and blood continued to ooze.
Mrs. Elise begann to pray fervently to the Mother of God from the icon and begged her for rescute. At one point,she heard a soft voice in her head:
Take a piece of bacon and put it on your wound !
But Mrs.Elise as a vegetarian did not use bacon.After a while, however, she remembered that her sister had recently visited her. This sister used to make a bacon scrambled eggs with fat. Mrs.Elise started frantically searching her fridge. Found a nearly dried piece of bacon.
She immediately applied it to the wound. After a while, the blood stopped seeping and the foot slowly returned to its normal color !
I asked Mrs. Elise if the voice she heard was maybe the voice from her mother, aunt, grandmother. She denied it, thinking it was a voice from heaven. It was no voice in the sense of speech, but rather a telepathic voice message.
ANGEL WOKE FROM SLEEP
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Mrs.Anne was a my roommate in the hospital room. We were facing non-life-threatening but quite serious surgical operations. To improve the mood, we told each other various events from life. Mrs. Anne told me about, among other things, such an event from her life. –
My husband and are quite old now. We always lived in a gloomy block of old houses in a big city. We dreamed of having of our own a small home in small town.And in the end, our dream came true. The construction of our small house in the town about 30 kilometers away, was finishing. Water just connected to our home. Satisfied and tired we returned to our old apartament and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night I had a dream. He woke me up, poking an angel or some winged, large figure.I dreamed that this figure was saying to me: Get up immediately and go to your new home!
I woke up my husband and told him this. I aked him to immediatelly do what this figure told me. But my husband wanted to listen to me, he turned to the other side and fell asleep.
I didn’t have the right to drive and I was afraid to drive our car at night. I decided to ride our old moped.
It was dawn when I arrived.
I saw something awful. Our house was flooded with water. New wooden floors on the ground floor were under water ! I quickly woke up the residents of the neighboring house and they turned off the water access valve to my house.
I don’t know how it happened I had such a dream.Maybe some part of my already lived in our new house and it was who woke me from sleep. Or maybe a ghost lived in my house and it led me to wake up.
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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