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Back in 1997 I had a vision two days after my brother passed away, it was also my mothers birthday. Earlier that day I spent time with my family and my siblings and I gave our mother a birthstone brat neckless with all five of her children on it.
“After returning home, I was standing at the counter between the front room and kitchen, staring down at the jewelry-cards that once held the neckless and Birthstone Brat pendants. They were scattered on the counter, along with the receipt and a brown paper bag. Normally, I’d throw the paper packaging away, but for some reason I felt the need to keep it. After all, it became a part of this tragic life event.
As I was placing the items in the bag, I noticed that one of the cards was missing. I began searching for it among the others, and while in the process, I saw a shadow moving out of the corner of my left eye. Usually, the shadow is nothing, but on this one particular day that wasn’t the case.
The moment I turned my head, my eyes focused upon a circular mass, floating in the air at eye level. I immediately turned around and faced the abnormality, which was “over two feet in diameter, and about an arms length away.
Let me assure you, I wasn’t frightened. Instead, I was enthralled at the phenomenon, which didn’t quit correspond with the laws of nature. Although, it was alive and absolute, and (even more so) than what we embrace as reality.
The vision consisted of white clouds and mist, against an all-embracing, luminous sky. Within this scenery, a multitude of wings, with full, downy white feathers, partially visible. The wings, were similar to what you’d find on a white dove or swan, yet a hundred times more splendid. What these wings were attached to, I couldn’t tell, for it was hidden behind the mist.
The closest wings, were on my right, and there were six of them. At first, I was drawn to the bottom halfs of two wings entwining, with the tips in a downward position. Its movement, reminded me of someone washing or wringing their hands.
Above those two wings, I could see two greater wings, flapping, and the powerful noise they created, was as a baby in the womb. The sound as of wings in the wind.
During those moments, the flapping wings shifted, and was facing the right side of my face, its tip nearly brushing my cheek and eye. As if in slow motion, I could see every detail of its feathers; the Rachis, barbs and after feathers. I could see the muscle structure of the wing, and even a single downy feather blowing in the wind.
Imagine how beautiful a swans wing would appear up close, and then multiple that beauty by a hundred. Would I have questioned its authenticity? Absolutely not, and for good reason. None of the wings were translucent, and clearly portrayed a three-dimensional living form.
Above the outstretched wings, I could see two more wings entwining, but the tips were facing upward. My eyes sweep across the pair, to the center where a multitude of wings flew, and then I glanced toward my left where another group of six wings gathered.
Immediately I felt my brother’s presence beyond those wings. He was surrounded by loved ones who had passed away years before. I could feel him pacing, just like he always did when he was anxious. I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. I also knew, that he was worried about the family and needed reassured that everything would be okay. The grief he was carrying was great, and I felt his pain that was greater than my own.
The wings on my right spoke with divine authority and I could hear it say, "I want you to feel something." Instantly I felt a multitude of emotion at one time. It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought it would be, it became one emotion. Love....
I said love! The wings jumped with excitement and then slowly it left my presence. I watched it leave. The back of it was all white with light.
This vision came to me from the east and left to the south. It's message was that all those emotions equal love, even those which wouldn't appear so. Something has changed in me since then. Something that strangers seen on me, in me, around me after this. There's more, but I don't want to write the book here. Comments definitely welcomed.
“After returning home, I was standing at the counter between the front room and kitchen, staring down at the jewelry-cards that once held the neckless and Birthstone Brat pendants. They were scattered on the counter, along with the receipt and a brown paper bag. Normally, I’d throw the paper packaging away, but for some reason I felt the need to keep it. After all, it became a part of this tragic life event.
As I was placing the items in the bag, I noticed that one of the cards was missing. I began searching for it among the others, and while in the process, I saw a shadow moving out of the corner of my left eye. Usually, the shadow is nothing, but on this one particular day that wasn’t the case.
The moment I turned my head, my eyes focused upon a circular mass, floating in the air at eye level. I immediately turned around and faced the abnormality, which was “over two feet in diameter, and about an arms length away.
Let me assure you, I wasn’t frightened. Instead, I was enthralled at the phenomenon, which didn’t quit correspond with the laws of nature. Although, it was alive and absolute, and (even more so) than what we embrace as reality.
The vision consisted of white clouds and mist, against an all-embracing, luminous sky. Within this scenery, a multitude of wings, with full, downy white feathers, partially visible. The wings, were similar to what you’d find on a white dove or swan, yet a hundred times more splendid. What these wings were attached to, I couldn’t tell, for it was hidden behind the mist.
The closest wings, were on my right, and there were six of them. At first, I was drawn to the bottom halfs of two wings entwining, with the tips in a downward position. Its movement, reminded me of someone washing or wringing their hands.
Above those two wings, I could see two greater wings, flapping, and the powerful noise they created, was as a baby in the womb. The sound as of wings in the wind.
During those moments, the flapping wings shifted, and was facing the right side of my face, its tip nearly brushing my cheek and eye. As if in slow motion, I could see every detail of its feathers; the Rachis, barbs and after feathers. I could see the muscle structure of the wing, and even a single downy feather blowing in the wind.
Imagine how beautiful a swans wing would appear up close, and then multiple that beauty by a hundred. Would I have questioned its authenticity? Absolutely not, and for good reason. None of the wings were translucent, and clearly portrayed a three-dimensional living form.
Above the outstretched wings, I could see two more wings entwining, but the tips were facing upward. My eyes sweep across the pair, to the center where a multitude of wings flew, and then I glanced toward my left where another group of six wings gathered.
Immediately I felt my brother’s presence beyond those wings. He was surrounded by loved ones who had passed away years before. I could feel him pacing, just like he always did when he was anxious. I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. I also knew, that he was worried about the family and needed reassured that everything would be okay. The grief he was carrying was great, and I felt his pain that was greater than my own.
The wings on my right spoke with divine authority and I could hear it say, "I want you to feel something." Instantly I felt a multitude of emotion at one time. It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought it would be, it became one emotion. Love....
I said love! The wings jumped with excitement and then slowly it left my presence. I watched it leave. The back of it was all white with light.
This vision came to me from the east and left to the south. It's message was that all those emotions equal love, even those which wouldn't appear so. Something has changed in me since then. Something that strangers seen on me, in me, around me after this. There's more, but I don't want to write the book here. Comments definitely welcomed.