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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 1, 2019 7:30:59 GMT -6
![]() My Son and His Angel In my home, we are not religious by any means. One night I was putting my son to bed and he started telling me that the night before, Jesus brought an angel to him because he was scared. He said, "She was so beautiful and her wings were so big they almost touched my walls."
He said she sang to him and laid with him until he fell asleep. He then said Jesus came back to get her, and he brought her back to a door with him where they started to sparkle and then went through the door. Ever since my son has been obsessed with Jesus and angels. He prays to an angel often and prays for Jesus to come back.
The other day he was crying because he said he keeps praying but he doesn't think Jesus can hear him. He said that he keeps praying for him to come back because they make him feel so happy. I acknowledge what he says but I don't push it. I just let him talk about it when he needs to. Not sure what I should do, he gets genuinely sad when he thinks Jesus can't hear him. He is only 4 years old.—Mj_Douce ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 2, 2019 4:12:45 GMT -6
This is both inspiring and sad.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 2, 2019 8:58:38 GMT -6
Very sad, Rick. I hope Jesus and his angel returned. Four is a tender age to be disappointed in a way that a parent cannot correct.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 2, 2019 9:03:34 GMT -6
My Healing Angel When I was very young, maybe 8 or 9, I went to bed one night with a severe earache. I woke my mother up several times for comfort but nothing made it better. I laid in bed with tears in my eyes and then suddenly the pain stopped. I opened my eyes and saw something like a cloud hovering over me. I was amazed but more so relieved. I knew what it was. I soon after fell asleep in peace.—M ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 3, 2019 5:03:19 GMT -6
A hovering cloud that brought peaceful sleep, so nice.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 3, 2019 12:46:29 GMT -6
Angels Are Among Us My 15-year-old grandson and I were putting up garage sale signs several blocks down the street. When I got back in the car to head back home I looked at Dawson, my grandson, he was looking out straight ahead and asked if he could stay the night. No sooner than he asked the question, while driving, in a flash of an eye, I saw huge white angel wings encompass my windshield. At that very second, Dawson shouted, "Grandma, did you see that"? I said,"Yes, I saw huge angel wings covering my windshield." He said, "No, Grandma, I saw a ball of fire." We were both shocked to have seen two different things. We are strong believers and have experienced many miracles but who is ready for something like this. No trees fell, no storm, why were there angel wings in front of me covering my side of the windshield? And, a fireball flash for him? We cannot understand this. But, awesome! I could actually see the inner wing with all its brilliance and feathers. It was huge! And, it was gone as fast as it came.—Dlapaust ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 4, 2019 4:57:47 GMT -6
It is curious they saw two very different things ... one inspiring and the other, scary.
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Post by simpledip on Oct 4, 2019 6:14:45 GMT -6
Strange are the ways of signs that are passed onto us.
As a mountaineer while climbing mountains one is tied to another mountaineer with a rope around their waist, and there are times the same rising sun over the peak brings different messages to each one of them - strange but true.
Namaste
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 4, 2019 6:40:28 GMT -6
Strange things do happen in this world, and we are all tied together as one in the world of humanity. What affects one affects us all, but in it's own way.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 4, 2019 6:44:58 GMT -6
Angel at Night My family and I were going through a terrible experience in 2006. To make a long story short, I had a chair next to my bed one night while I was sleeping. I woke up looking toward the chair, and there was a little girl dressed in all white with a hat on. She had a beautiful glow, but all of a sudden she walked away. I could not fall back asleep. I was terrified, but to this day, I know she was an angel watching over me. —Eduardo B ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 5, 2019 3:32:23 GMT -6
Interesting that an angel would terrify him.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -6
I agree Rick. That is strange.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 5, 2019 8:06:19 GMT -6
We Never Forgot I’ve never told this story. When I was about 7 years old, I was left at home alone with my nephew who was 3 at the time. We were playing in a back room when something scared us. I don’t remember what I saw or heard, but I knew I had to get out of that house, or we were going to die. I clutched my nephew tightly, both of us screaming and crying, and ran toward the front door. Just before reaching the exit, I saw a tiny ball of glowing white light hovering just above our front door. I stopped dead in my tracks. I could not take my eyes off that ball. Suddenly it started getting bigger and bigger. Eventually, we were totally engulfed by the light. The next memory I have, I was floating inside this light. It was the purest most beautiful, soft light ever, and I was transfixed by it. It felt so good. I can still feel it when I think about that day. Inside the light, there was no sense of fear, pain, or worry. Somehow I knew everything was okay and we were going to be fine.—Palmetto, FL ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 6, 2019 2:01:29 GMT -6
I love this, so much is out there ... usually just out of reach.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 6, 2019 11:32:23 GMT -6
Orbs in Photographs I have believed in angels all my life. In my younger years, I lived an exciting life, threw caution to the wind, and put myself in dangerous situations. I used to think I had worked my angels overtime.
My life changed when orbs showed up in the photos I took at my son's wrestling tournament. I don't see things like that, no matter what other people say they've seen. I was upset! My middle and my youngest son both told me not to worry. They believed they were guardian angels. Since then, I have captured a wonderful variation of these beautiful orbs. One has moth-like wings—gorgeous pink on the top and fairy green on the bottom. Again, since this one was so different, I was a bit upset again. But, when I'm out with them, I always feel so happy. They are playful, fun-loving, and I feel they are a blessing to me. They have helped me with unreasonable fears. I have peace and serenity like never before and see God's hand on everything now. Love and light, they go together.—Penny ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 7, 2019 5:26:08 GMT -6
It is good she has these special orbs showing up in her life.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 7, 2019 12:12:21 GMT -6
Yes Rick. Love and light truly do go together. |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 7, 2019 12:16:35 GMT -6
Being Touched on Back While Asleep Last year was the worst of my life. In six months, I lost my brother-in-law, my younger brother passed away, I had my adult son and family removed from my house, and I divorced my absent husband.
I cried years of tears at unexpected times. When I went to bed, I prayed longer and harder than ever. I asked the Lord, through tears, to please give me a sign that He was walking with me. About 3 a.m., I awoke to warm hands on my back and sat straight up. I was alone in the house and believe it was God giving me a sign he was with me. I was not afraid just irritated someone laid hands on me. Then it hit me who it actually was and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.—KC ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 8, 2019 5:23:58 GMT -6
Wonderful warmth at a crucial time
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 8, 2019 7:43:12 GMT -6
Beautiful Bright Light I've never experienced anything like this but it was amazing. Every night I will say a prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, guard me Jesus through the night and wake me with the morning light. " It actually happened to me. When I woke up, out of nowhere, I saw a beautiful bright light filling up my room. I thought maybe somebody turned on the light, but I remembered the light in my room is very dim. Then, I thought about my window, but I keep the blinds closed all the time. I soon went back to sleep with a great feeling and a sense of security.—Brishauna ~
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Post by Brian on Oct 8, 2019 20:15:03 GMT -6
I have some thoughts on this subject.
We do create our own demons and what is seen by one can spread like panic.
It's not a coincidence that reports of shadow people sightings corresponds with ease and opening of information access. Some are likely genuine but I find it unlikely that all are. An idea can spread like fire, even one that isn't true. You only need look at our own history, how many times masses were swayed by someone charismatic. All you need these days is someone who looks and sounds plausible present something in such a way that people will see what they've been told exists.
Likewise in times of great stress people can see what they want to see. That doesn't mean what they've experienced wasn't real but it doesn't mean that it was either. I am sure that some of the experiences were real but I don't believe all of the ones reported are. People like to get on the bandwagon. People are often deceitful for their own purposes. It's a sad testament to humanity but one that really is all too real.
Though we're materialistic, we shouldn't assume that all those who speak out do so for monetary gain. There are more motives than that for wanting to be one of those who are 'special'. Attention seekers come to mind. Our youth has certainly been bombarded by attention seekers. Their idols whom they mimic in some way. The very young, I tend to believe them more than preteens and teens. Young adults live in a stressful world of getting the latest thing, keeping up with the latest fashions and the push to outdo their contemporaries by being first to get these things. That sort of self-induced stress can lead to seeing things that rest in the back of the mind or even want to stand out it what is becoming a world sorely lacking in spirituality.
People tend to be a credulous lot. Something catches our attention, there are X number of reports of this, therefore it must be real. It doesn't occur to us question it on both sides. The views are polarized, thereby being in warped by their rigidity. The events described here are no different that the UFO sightings. Some are real and some are not.
It's very difficult to sort the truth from the fiction. How much of it is subjective? How much do we believe because we want to believe and how much are we willing to allow some questioning of the validity of what's presented? How impressionable were the witnesses, who were the witnesses and would they back the teller?
There is no doubt in my mind there is some truth but at the same time, there is also some falsehood.
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 9, 2019 4:58:23 GMT -6
Bright lights are inspiring to see, even if sometimes the person is dreaming ... good points, Brian.
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Post by simpledip on Oct 9, 2019 6:35:24 GMT -6
It's very difficult to sort the truth from the fiction. How much of it is subjective? How much do we believe because we want to believe....On a clear autumn evening here in the mountains, a farmer sitting in front of his computer , listening to various songs coming from different huts - some dogs barking, the laughter of the children floating in the autumn air, reading your observations has set me thinking, and I beg all of your pardon for posting my thoughts. Are we ever willing to let the world see
who we really are?
can we leave our pretenses
our desires, needs and wants?
can we bare ourselves to let people see who we really are? are we willing to show the world
the spark of our soul
let loose our control merge ourselves in
what we really are? ~ Dip
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Post by Brian on Oct 9, 2019 10:41:40 GMT -6
Well asked Dip and don't apologize for voicing your thoughts. Sharing through considered discussion is healthy.
I'm not sure in this world how much of ourselves we're willing to reveal to another. Exploitation runs wild through this world. If everyone let their true selves show, what would we see?
I firmly believe that there are not many who could truly face themselves honestly. When that can't be done, then how could such a sharing happen with another?
Our hopes, dreams and fears can so easily be turned against us. It only needs to happen once to make trust of that kind 100 fold more difficult to have. If one is fortunate to find that with one other, it's not so easy to find in anyone else. Perhaps that is because we are unwilling to believe it could be had again. It could even be that it cannot be had again and that is recognized.
I don't have the answers, I only have the possibilities and the questions that arise from those. That includes my own views, that I question from time to time. It's good to ask ourselves the hard questions, even if we cannot answer them. It's part of the growing we do inside, growing we cannot do when we shy away from them. It could lead to doubt, affirmation or somewhere between the two. I cannot speak for any other, only for myself. I'm often somewhere between the two. I am not afraid of it. I'm more afraid of becoming rigid in my thoughts and breaking under their own weight. Admitting it is easy for me now. It hasn't always been. How another may address the idea, the thoughts involved are not for me to dictate.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 9, 2019 10:58:44 GMT -6
Some very interesting observation, Brian. The power of suggestion carries a lot of clout.
And Rick, so many have spoken of the beautiful lights, I just have to believe they exist when the time is right.
Dip, your thoughts are very special to me. We all add something useful and informative to the conversation, which I find captivating.
You know, I am not sure I let the world see me as I really am, at least, not all of me. I like to show the world the best of me, which I try to be most of the time. I have had some 'not so pretty moments', as we all have. I guess I hide those by putting my best foot forward.
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