posted on Jun, 24 2011 @ 04:42 AM
Hey everyone. I was born and raised in Perth Australia and I have been reading the ATS forums for a number of years now. My favourite type of topics
are Aliens and UFO's, but usually find it pretty easy to find something interesting to read.
I wanted to share a story with you all that happened to me about 10 years ago, and although some time has past, it was so significant to me it's like
it was yesterday.
When I was 22 after a number of medical misdiagnosis, I was found to have a 2 & 1/2 cm tumor on my piturity gland. I was rushed to hospital from the
doctors office (apparently it had been unnoticed for so long and at that point a blow to the head would have probably killed me) and was placed into
Instead of operating the doctors were satisfied that I was beating the tumor with the medication on its own. This went on for a month and finally as I
was dressed and waiting to be discharged, the specialist doctor came in and told me and my family that he was not satisfied with the reduction of the
tumor and it needed to be operated on.
This was actually a relief for me, however it was pretty scary. The night before the operation a priest came in to my room and sat with me for a chat.
I don't remember a word he said, but I do remember the conversation made me more nervous than the first day I went in there. What are they not
telling me and why did they send this guy to comfort me??
I have always been a religous person. I am not going to put a label on my beliefs. My relationship with God is between me and him, and I won't bother
you all with too many details. I have never been a church attendee, unless it was forced on me by my parents, and I would usually say a little prayer
before going to sleep.
The night before the operation I was scared. My parents were already devistated and if they had have thought for a second I was afraid it might have
sent them over the edge, so for their sakes and everyone around me, I wanted to appear strong. Thinking this was my last night alive, I prayed.
Whenever I have prayed, I come away feeling comforted and happier, but this time was different.
I kept asking over and over what should I do. I was quite upset at this stage. In my mind (clear as if it was infront of me) I was transported to my
crib I had as a baby. Hanging from the curtain rod (I do remember this) was a stuffed animal. It was a bee, and apparently it was the first present I
was given when I was born. The focus of this vision I had was this bee. It was wierd. Next thing all I could see was static. The kind you see on a tv
that is not tuned in to the channel. Over a few seconds, a plus sign became clear.
I then opened my eyes thinking if that was a message, what could it mean? All I could think of was Bee Plus. Another few minutes passed and it
suddenly hit me. Be Positive.
At this point I genuinely thought God had spoken directly to me and I just lay in my bed and cried for the rest of the night.
Obiously I came through the operation fine, and I am perfectly happy and healthy now, but the message has never left me.
I do often wonder though, was it God taking his time to speak to me, or was my mind in so much distress it somehow knew how to settle me down and did
Again, I will not bore you with what I really think, it's personal, and this intro was never intended to become a religous argument.
I hope I have not dragged this one on too long, and as I have never shared this story before, I am interested to hear what you all think.
Take care. Be Positive!!