a reply to: Noinden
Now you bring up the shroud, hmm I have to say your knowledge there is actually out of date, the lead researcher from the group whom took sample's
actually died of cancer and made among his other final statement's a claim that he believed the data may have been wrong simply because the sample
they took included material sown in after the fire which destroyed the original Turin cathedral.
As you know the shroud appeared in the west after the crusader sacking of constantinople were it may have actually been help sacred as a different
relic since it may have been folded into a small square with only the christ like face impression visible, the Veil of Veronica - the woman whom wiped
christ's face to remove the blood from his eye's when he stumbled.
I won't get into the whole history of how that happened, how the crusaders (whom were only really in it for the money and prestige and were mainly
norman's by lineage were tricked and blackmailed by the doge of venice into attacking the christian city of constantinople (the main rival of Venice)
and causing the eventual downfall of the then bankrupted byzantium empire but it though the trail went cold for a while that relic (the Veil of
Veronica as it was believed to be as it was folded into that face only image) dispeared there and then the shroud of Turin appeared in the west not
But anyway I digress.
There are other theory's as well though admitedly even given my own scepticism about radiographic dating this is odd but still valid.
Now let me tell you a little story, I do not know what it is that you think you felt but it certainly was not the Yahwey. I believe in.
Back in 1989 I was with my then best friend and his two cousin's and we took a weekend down at the Snowdonia National Park here in Britain (Wales to
be precise) and there we rented a sheep shearing shed which had been converted into a small bunk house for camper's near the base of Mt. Snowdon.
On one wall there was a painting which was dark against the dark stone and I certainly could not make it out and neither could the other three.
That first night it was fine but as darkness drew in the weather took a change for the worse and it whipped up a high wind driven rain storm and by
the next morning the field in which our bunk house/hut was which had been filled with tent's when we arrived had only two abandoned water logged
tent's left and we were the only campers left.
Now that rain kept on for the next three day's and two night's that we were there so we put off our walk up the mountain and explored instead but on
the final night we decided that we WERE going to go up the next day come what may be, a fatal decision as we had the wrong gear, jean's, trainers
(sneakers), light jacket's and no water proof's but we were all 18 and 19 so we were foolhardy and reckless but that night I had what you may call a
presentment, a powerful feeling - no a knowledge that I WAS going to die there and I could not avoid it, I had the bunk under that painting that none
of us could make head's or tails of and I could not sleep despite it being so quiet except for the wind and rain and dark with no street light's out
there though I should have been out like a light, I felt frightened but I simply prayed that if it was my time then I accepted the lord's will though
I did not want to die, that he please look after my friend's, my mother and brothers and sisters and even my enemy's.
I can not explain it and there is no word's to describe the sensation but I felt the most immense presence I have ever felt (I have had clair audient
experience and this was NOTHING like it at all believe me), I felt surrounded by this immense but calming presence and yet it also terrified me as I
felt so suddenly self aware and imperfect before it, the presence felt like it was above but also all around and I heard but not sound or even in my
head or those other ears that hear clair audient activity which can not be recorded, no this was something else and it simply said - no sound but a
voice nevertheless and definitely huge and male and as far as I am concerned God like or at least Angel like "Do not be afraid my son this is neither
the time nor the place", though fearful (litterally #ting myself at this experience I found myself falling into a restful and totally peaceful
The following day we walked to the cog railway station were there is a train which takes visitors up (in good weather it was closed of course) and
walked up the side of the track, Jude said he knew a short cut having been there several years earlier with his school but I think in truth he got us
lost and we headed off to the left of the track into the mist (We could only see maybe three or four feet ahead clearly and the rain and water was in
our eye's constantly blinding us as well as being soaked to the skin), this sheep/goat track which was merely a slightly flatter path among the scree
led us to a cliff and there Jude (who later worked for the UN as a peace negotiator) decided that we should climb (sneakers and jean's in wet weather)
up this nearly vertical rock face, it was only about 3 to 5 degrees off the vertical but only about twenty feet high before a more navigable slope, I
was second up and forgot the three point's rule since I could not find perchase for my other foot, as I reached for what I took to be a rocky hand
hold with rain in my eye's I over reached and found it was a clump of moss which came away in my hand, now I was about ten feet up and at the base of
this cliff the sheep/goat track fell away into the must down another cliff like very steep sloop that was below it, the path was only about a foot and
a half wide at this point if that, I fell streight down and landed at an angle with my heel's on the path and falling out over the drop but John and
Andrew each caught my wrists at exactly the same instant.
Being young idiot's we continued and I made a second attempt and got up there followed by the other two, I felt then the storm (figuratively speaking
the weather was awful) had passed and we made our way up to the top of Snowdon (Great view all we could see was the mist, rain and low cloud) then we
walked into the small station at the top of the mountain were they have a restaurant, there were three local's in there, one mopping the floor and one
behind a counter but no one else while another was just talking to them, they took one look at us like they had just seen three martians walk through
the door and said something in welsh that sound like it would translate into "Stupid Idiot's".
Later that afternoon as we got back down to the Hut and as I walked into the door that painting leaped out at me clear as anything, it was a shepherd
in a dark grey cloak, his hood up and only his bearded chin visible, holding a lamb in his cloak with one arm while another lamb was peering out of
the fold's of his grey cloak near his ankle's, he had a crook but was leaning into driving rain much like we had just walked through.
Now all I can tell you is that this was not a presence like a Ghost or even a demon (I have encountered both and they are nothing like this), let's
say this made the world feel small and I knew it was good.