I have been a parish priest of this Catolic parish for a quite long time.
One day on Saturday I received information that someone would call my parish ofice who urgently wanted to contact a retiver professor of local high school that I knew. For years, the professor’s office have made it difficult for him to set up a phoneat home and sometimes different people contacted him troughmy office . I respected this man because despite his Jewish origin he was follower of Christ. Sometimes he played the violin during mass and his former disciple was organist here.
I went to pick up the professor at his house, but he was not there. This is how I meet professor’s daughter, who had lust come to her parents for the weekend. She offered to go with me to have this phone conversation instead of her father.
The professor’s daughter was a young very beatiful woman and had something unsual about her. It was said that she was as if from another planet.
I took her to my office about an hour time someone had to call her father. A completely unsual conversation between us.
The professor’s daughter told me about a vision she had in my church as a child. She told :
“As a girl I was very religious. I often attended mass here with my friend. I’m sure you know the father of my friend. He always went first, carrying the cross in processions. An eldery man, limpling on one leg from the bulled that shot him when he was partisan in time second world war.
During one of the masses I had a vision. Behind the main altar here is a beatiful stained glass window. In centeris Virgin Mary holding a white dove on her lap, which is a symbol of the Holy Spirit ( maybe that’s why this parish is dedicated to the Holy Spirit ? ).
At one point, when I was praying and looking at the stained glass window, I saw the Mother of God smiled at me. Then She gets from Her throne and relase a pigeon towards me. I saw pigeon flying to me !
Unfortunately, at that moment I was scared. I was 8 years old only. I crossed myself and quickly left the church ! “
I was shocked by this story. I said that was necessary to tell many people about it and write it down in the parish chronicle.
But professor’s daughter said she wanted to keepthis incident to herself. If I want to tell about I shouldn’t her name,
Before the phone rang, she managedto tell the second story, that shocked me even more :
“I was less than 5 years old at the time. I was playing on my street with an 11-years -old girl, but probably not very sensible. She came from some village to her aunt, who lived in the house next mine.
I came up with idea thatwe would construct a kaleidoscope from a mirror and coloured glasses wraped in roll newspapers and we would rotate it to see various patterns from these glasses.
Everything we needed could be found at the nearby landfill. I remember that we were looking for bootles of coloured glass. Then we had to break them into small slides.
I took such a bootle in my hand but I didn’t know how to break it. My older friend knew that we need to hit the bootle on the stone corner street sidewalk. She was afraid to do it.
So I grabbed the bootle by the handle and hit it on the curb with all my strenght. I didn’t know that this bootle had to be released from my hand. The glass from brooken bootle went deep in my hand, began to bleed heavily.
I tried unsuccesfully to stopte bleeding by applyingt newspapers brought from landfill. My friend escaped, but other kids took me home to my mother.
The I remember that my hand was stitched up and doctor decided that I had to get injection against tetanus.
The injection was given to mein the laboratory, where I was taken by two almost adult girls after school lessons, asked by my father. When we were returning home, I faintted.
I remember the crowd of people surrounding me. Someone ran to get my father and then he drove me on his bicycle to the hospital, asking me not to fall asleep.
However ,I feel asleep and lost consciousness. I was a state similar to clinical death.
It was allergic anaphylatic shock. An appealwas announced on the radio about the necesary acting drug and finally someone sent such a drug to my rescute.
But by then, I was almost dead and had made journey to heaven.
I remember that I was standing in front of a huge double-leaf blue and gold gate.On the other side, I meet multitude of transluced, tall, bluish figures. Someone led me to hand and explained in and whisper that God was there.
Then someone,I think about Jesus was holding me on His lap and gently telling me something. I didn’t want to go back from hence. He explained to me that I had come back and how I should in act in life. He told me how to be a good and noble man. He expllained that my parents were grieving for me.
Then I saw that I wasattached to the celling of the hospital room. I saw my body in bed downstairs.
Medical staff were standing around my body and I was being injected into my abdomen and things. I reculantly entered my body and fell asleep. Medication helped and I gradually recovered.”
At this point, the phone rang and we no longer continued this story.
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