TOUCHES BY GOD (STORIES ABOUT REAL ACTIVITY UNEXPLORED POWERS) THE PORTERS OF THE DIVINE RAYS ————————————-

Posted On April 24, 2025

I.

The seventies of the XX cenury. The tram stopped at a stop on outskirts of the city Wroclaw in Poland. The two men who stood there,however,did not get on, apparently waiting for a different tram number.
There were the morning hours when people were going to work, I was one of them.
Both men were middle-aged.They had miserable, pale, sleepy faces . One of them was dressed in a very distinctive, crupled khaki military jacked, with many zippered pockets.
The face and figure of this man were surrounded as if by an angelic halo ! A strong, bright, almost white radiant glow emanated from him.
The tram started moving and the sight of the men quickly disappeared. I don’t know if anyone but me noticed these two men and if they had a sense of brightness emanating from this man.
Despite the passage of many years, the sight of this man is not erased in my memory. A few months after tis event, I associated this man with a photo from a newspaper.
This man was a completely unsual poet Edward Stachura.A few years later, he committed suicide. Previously he lost his arm when standing on the track in front of a moving train.
He was a lone porter, carrying with all of himself the luminosity given to him by God.
He probably didn’t know about it. I think that if he knew, he would want tolive and bestow his luminosity on other people, continuing to write his, more optimistic poems.

II.

Also seventies of the XX century, city Kraków in Poland. I see several times how an extraordinary man walks trough the city center at fast pace.
He is very tall, hunched over, slim. His clothes are in shreds. He carries a lot of tin cans strapped to him, which clink as he walks. His wooden ball alsoknocks on the pavement, on which he is leaning, because one leg is missing.
I have the feeling that this man is a symbol of freedom and I call him “the king of life”. I try to follow him, and he always disappears in the crowd in the widing streets of the city.
One aternoon, whenI am going to return home by tram as usual, I see a lot of confusion among people intending to board an oncoming tram. Everyone gets into the front carriage, bypassing the rear carriage. When I ask why this happens, people answer me: In the rear carriage sits this beggar. It smells repulsively, it’s impossible to stand the smell.
However,I get into this carriage, seeing that my “king of life” is riding it.I sit a few rows of seats away from him,facing him (opposite to the direction of tram). I look fascinated directly at him,wanting to see his face.
He sits with his head bowed, as if he was dozing. After a while, under the influence of my gaze,he raises his head and opens his eyes.
I see an emaciated, bright face with noble features. His unusual eyes, large,bright blue, are looking at me.
He looks but as if he doesn’e see me or he sawme furtively, discreetly.This is how autistic, introverted people look, as if trough a glass.
We ride like this,looking at each other in silence. Then he lowers his head again and dozes off. I wonder who is this man and why he is in such a bad life situation. It occurs to me that he is some kind of coun whose property was taken away by communism. And that after the war he was a partisan, one of those cursed, opposing the autorities.
I saw divine luminosity in his bright eyes. I think he is a porter of divine light. Unlike the poet i described to you,this man wears in the divine light enclosed inside him, in the recesses of his heart and soul. He carriws divine luminosity like the most precious treasure. The fact that he has enclosed the luminosity in himself in order to pass it on when the right opportunity comes, causes that this manstill has the will to live.
Altough I have a keen sense of smell, I didn’t smel any stench from “the king of life”. I thinkt there was another reason why people didn’t want to get into carriage he was on. It was panic. Fear of someone who resembled a fallen king or angel and as such was a symbol of the fall of Poland during communist rule. Or he was a symbol of undeserved suffering, reaching human consciences, overhelmed by the struggle for everyday existence and propaganda of success. “King of life” bore a divine brightness and strenght that shone trough his beggar’s armor, arousing anxiety and horror in people.
When he go off at one of the stops, people began to enter the carriage. From their conversations,I learned that “king of life” always gets off here, because he has a wooden kennel nearby in which he lives.
I wanted to follow him, but it was already dark and there were no street lamps in the area.
I never met him again. People told me that he died. Others said that he was transferred somewhere (hospital, prison).

III.

I once traveled by city bus in a small town. Not far from me sat a man who aroused in me unusal feelings
and interest.
He was an older, slim, inconspicious man. However, he was as if cut out another world.
I watched him persistently until he looked at me.The man’s eyes were bright and as if absent. He fidgeted restleesly in his seat. Perhaps he felt an extraordinary, telepathic connection between us.
The telepathic transmission from this man told me that he is one of proverbial eternal wandererers. And that he lives on our Earth about four thousand years .And that he is not quite aware of it.
The divine brightness that surrounded this man was hazy. As if it did not so much shine from within him, as it was fused with him as help,care and command.
Like a kind of hump. As if were a passive porter of the divine rays because of divine destiny. And as if this brightness was not intendent for other people, but for the service of this man only. To be like a book or a film tape that to be read by God. So it wasn’t clear to me what extent this man was using his millennial life experience to influence his life story.
I was so fascinated by this man that I planned to follow him when he got off the bus.However, he slipped out the bus suddenly, quickly and imperceptibly into the darkness of the streets. I didn’t have time to squeeze trough the crowd of peple traveling with us.
I asked my friends from this town if they knew this man. However, I didn’t get a clea ranswer from them, they weren’t sure who it was…

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