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originally posted by: sayaangel
a reply to: xstealth
Yes, I do think there are many mysteries in this world. Sometimes, we may have an encounter which we cannot explain. I think there are different kinds of being here with opposite 'missions'- some are to observe, others to test you, some to help you grow and give you wisdom and then there are the truly bad ones. They seek to 'take' and to destroy.
I believe I have seen the observer kind, and been tested and helped- I think this is the majority of them. What stays most in my mind is the bad ones as they are frightening.
They could just be humans too- I have no proof to offer you.
Here's a small part of an experience I had. My mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer- it is very aggressive. She had no health insurance and her finances were dire. Although we didn't get along well and I had moved far away to create a new life, I decided to move back to her town and support her financially and emotionally. I found a good job immediately.
My heart wasn't in it, and I resented her. Even though I went through the motions, I also acted like an ass and frequently highlighted anything she did that annoyed me- I was terribly wrong.
After being there for only a short time, I was badly injured in a car accident and not only could I not help her, I needed to be taken care of around the clock. For the first time in my adult life, I couldn't walk, drive, clean or even stay awake long. She had to take me to doctors and hospitals and therapy. Not one time did she complain. You would think being made helpless would help me to understand my poor treatment of her, be humbled and change- but instead I became more ornery.
I thought a lot about my life, and what I thought i wanted and everything suddenly seemed empty and pointless.
Most nights, if I slept at all, I had the same dream. It wasn't like a movie, the same scene played over and over. I would see this man- he was a beautiful warrior with a sword and his expression was fierce, yet at the same time loving. He looked at me like a best friend who loved me entire, yet also seemed like he might have wanted to kick my behind.
Mom and I had to go on a 12 hour road trip, I did not want to go at all. It was for a religious event and at the time, I was kind of an atheist. At this conference, I thought I had a hallucination. I looked up and saw the man from my dreams floating in the air with wings. He said nothing, just made sure I saw him. When no one else reacted, I resolved to tell my mother about it when we got home so she could take me to the hospital- I thought I finally lost it and was terrified.
The last part of the trip was a visit to a monastery with a bookstore. I was going to wait in the car, but after 30 minutes I went inside to look for my mother. The place was packed, and I was uncomfortable and overwhelmed- I couldn't find her.
This old jovial monk was looking at me, waving and smiling. I pretended not to see him- this amused him. He laughed at me from across the room and clasped his hands in delight. He left the room, but came back carrying a box and approached me. He told me he had been saving this box for me for years and was so glad I was finally here to pick it up.
I told him he was confusing me for someone else. He said no he was sure the box was mine and said my name. My name is unusual. He knew my last name. He was gentle, but persistent. I was still denying it and just trying to get away from him.
Then he paused for a minute, and said, 'Perhaps this will help. ' He reached into the box and pulled out a small painting of the man in my dreams. I burst into tears. He said he knew I was coming for years and years, and the contents of the box would help me figure out the right questions, the answers would take a lifetime.
We only spoke for a few minutes when my mom found me. I turned and hugged her, I was suddenly filed with such joy and peace. I knew going forward would be hard, and I would have to change a lot, but I knew I could do it.
When I turned around, the monk was gone. I asked mom where he went, she said she didn't see any one standing with me. After a few minutes of looking for him, I began to ask the people at the desk for info so I could properly thank him. They were confused, they said no monk fit the description and that the order did not wear robes.
My mind was blown. The box had books in it on philosophy, history and religion as well as other things (I'm sticking to the topic). It sparked an amazing journey I am still on. Mom's cancer was spontaneously healed within days or she was misdiagnosed (if you need to think so) and we did heal our relationship (as I changed, it became much better).
Your post sounds like part of lyrics to a really cool song!
originally posted by: c2oden
A teenage girl standing on our porch.
She said she was running from the rain.
My son said that girl doesn't have eyes.