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- Re: parade of angels ... by rudenski 15 y
I have been in several situations where I was at the 8-9 + pain threshold and I have seen childlike angels laughing or singing. I had injured my reinjured my neck severly. My brother was letting me stay at his house while I was recovering. One time I was sleeping naked, I woke up to what I thought were a visitor's young children climbing all over my bed. These children were as real as anything. When I sat up, I realized my nakedness and covered up. As I covered up the singing laughing children kept laughing and singing as they ran outside the door. I chased them to an empty room and they went right through the wall. Sometime I get the laughing children angels when I am physically or emotionally in very bad shape. I wanted to follow them but as I ran to the wall... I stopped.
At the lowest point of my life, there was someone who told me to kill myself several times. It was as if I was in a drugged trance. I went out to a back garage with a rope. Tied a crude noose and tied it off. I stood on a chair. As I was putting the noose around my neck and before I could even contemplate stepping off, I heard joyful laughing children running around playing right outside the shed. I thought in that moment of the horrible impact it would have to see my dead body swinging from that beam, for those children. I shakily took the noose from around my neck and walked out of the shed but there were no children anywhere.
Another time I was going to lead a group of volunteers to help restore the damage to the houses of some families whose houses had been flooded and damaged. The living conditions were horrible there. I prayed for supernatural protection over the volunteers. As I drove down the road away from the day of repairing homes, I look up and there were two angels standing back to back, at least 100 feet tall. One had a huge sword and the other had a huge shield. I started to tremble in awe at the specticle. I knew somehow that I was in the right place and there was divine protection over the mission we had.
In another time, I created a one time event where hundreds of people were going to come and help out. As I was heading out, the same person who asked me to kill myself some earlier months before, swung her hand around her head and said she was cursing the night before the event. That night, a severe lightning storm broke out. It was as if there were a war going on in the sky. The morning arose and clouds had cleared. I went to the parking lot where we were supposed to meet on that saturday morning and there was only one person there. I wish now I had gone with that one person to help those people that day but I lost heart. I reformed smaller groups of volunteers and instead of a one time event, our small band of volunteers stayed all summer. It was a magical time. Little miracles happening every day.
There were mounds of trash piled up but one day because a news camera showed up, I believe the county started doing something about it. Then the trash was gone. All kinds of people began helping after that. With a dozen buckets of donated paint, several hammers and some donated lumber and sheetrock, things started happening.
All of a sudden, lawyers and commisioners, and big shots started showing up wanting to help. What started with a few helping hands was becoming something much bigger than a one day, feel good event.
One day we were working on a woman's house where tubeculosis was present. The husband had left town after a fight. The lady's son was beating a tree in the front yard with a bumper. I am sure life in that home was a nightmare. There was standing water beneath the peer & beam home. where they lived. We channeled septic water away from her house. We added sheetrock to the house where sheets were the walls. It was a filthy place. The mother was so sunken down. As we were painting the house, I noticed the woman sweeping up. It was the first sign of life at the home as far as I could tell. One day we came back and the yard had been cleaned up a bit and pick-up truck was parked outside the door. There was beautiful music streaming from the house. We walked by and it was the woman singing the most beautiful spanish song I have ever heard. The woman's husband had moved back in.
One house we added a room so an older son would not have to move away to another town with relatives. Eventually, the county forced the hand of the man who sold this group of people homes with no running water, to give up the the property to those people. The man sold lots in a low part of a pasture where water gravitated to. Traditional septic systems did not work there. By this time the whole little community became involved. The houses were moved apart from each other to where they could acommadate
large special septic systems that grants paid for and in the end, every person in that neighborhood owned their home outright.
Sometimes, if I look really quickly behind me, I catch vague glimpses of 4th dimensional or whatever, otherwise invisible beings. I am certain that many are there to help. Sometimes I feel them looking over my shoulder as I type. I feel them now.
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