posted on Dec, 4 2013 @ 02:19 PM
This is an “impossible” thread, not only for the events, but also for the chance that there will be any agreement on an interpretation of them.
I know, sometimes I can be a little sarcastic, or stubborn. I realize that on rare occasions I can even become angry. Those times are almost always
when someone denies truth, and continues to insult people, even when confronted with contrary proof. I am sensitive to a lack of honesty. Whatever
reputation I may have here, the one I've been striving for is a reputation for honesty.
Therefore, please know that everything reported in this thread is just the way it happened. I witnessed it, and for some parts of it, there was
My mother is an interesting, almost fascinating woman. She tells me that she was born in the Manitoba prairies to an Ukrainian immigrant family.
They were deposited by the government in the emptiness with only the possessions they were carrying, survived a terrible winter, and became farmers.
She moved to Winnipeg, and eventually, the United States.
She became interested in sales, and sold electronic components at the start of the industry. She tells me that at one point she had the highest
salary of any woman in the state.
But now, she’s 92. She’s still fully alert, puts on parties for 8-12 people, and drives whenever she feels like it. Her body is breaking down,
though, and for the past several years walking has been difficult and painful for her. (A proud woman, she uses no artificial aids.) She’s had a
personal trainer for the last two years and, while he provides some temporary relief, the next day the pain is back. It’s easy to see the pain and
fatigue in her face.
Thanksgiving is always a family event, and so it was this year. She didn't put on the party, but was exhausted by the end of it. Two days later,
Saturday, I played my role in the family traditions, which involves setting up and stringing lights on the Christmas tree at my mother’s
She met me at the door and led me the four or five steps into her kitchen. She turned to look at me and said “Well? Do you notice anything
different?” I didn't, and stumbled through an apology. We sat down to have some tea (another tradition), we chatted, but eventually my curiosity
made me ask, “OK, what was I supposed to notice?”
She stood up, moved to the center of the kitchen, took a little bow, and began dancing. She twirled, and stepped lightly as though she was
performing. She sat down and displayed the biggest grin I had seen on her face for a long time.
Her first words were, “I’m healed!” She told me that on Friday evening she was preparing to watch the news. It hadn't come on yet and she
decided to pray for, among other things, healing. She said she felt a tingling all over her, which she later corrected to be more like a mist. When
she got up, she said, she felt no pain at all and a great happiness. A day later, she said there was only the slightest pain, not anywhere near what
had been before. She said there had been no change in medications, and she hadn't seen her trainer for several days.
She told me that she had an experience like that once before, when she was a child in Canada. Her mother was trying to teach her the Lord’s prayer.
She had a little trouble remembering it, but one day she repeated it successfully, and on that day she had the same feeling she had on Friday night.
The tingling mist, the great happiness, and running and jumping through the field.
She appeared more cheerful and limber on Saturday than I had seen her in years, and I know of no change yet.
I am only reporting. Draw your own conclusions. I have.