I am going to make a short statement which will be rejected outright by exactly 90% of the readers of this article, this is of no importance to me as the entire article was written for only the 10% that will immediately grasp the full contents of it. When questioning His wisdom at the sermon on the mountain, He answered saying, I am not speaking to them, (The masses) I am speaking to you! Later on Apostle Paul makes a similar distinction when he mentions in his prayer, "Lord, I pray not for the world but for those that you had given me out of the world". My Statement: GOD IS THE WORD a very special audible word and THE BIBLE IS THE HOLY SCRIPTURES a whole lot of letters thrown together about good people and bad people simply a reference point NOT THE WORD. Read all of the miracles that Jesus and other Apostles had performed.They all shared one key element namely THE SPOKEN WORD (GOD)
So you feel that the shoe doesn't quite fit you, well good for you, but if you were like the rest of us "Human-ESE", who should just for once get up off our behinds and just doing something really selfless! Like what? you're asking. How about just a change of attitude where it matters or just keeping your mouth shut while the usual criticism of the "down and outs" is being ranted about by the so called Have's. Or maybe, just for once asking the receiver of your hand outs, what they really want from life apart from the food which we all must have to sustain life.
It may just surprise you to find out, that what they really need isn't only the food or shelter which you so graciously provide and "God Bless you" for that, but a simple hug or a few kind words may just lie at center of it all. Not like some celebrities that are praised for their amazing kindness in lavishing oodles of "Sponsored" and publicly donated goodies and funds upon various, hapless beings as it's seen to be done.
The kindness I am speaking of here doesn't improve your network ratings in any sense. To illustrate what I mean,recently a small article in a local newspaper mentioned briefly that a certain "unknown" individual gave the keys and ownership of his brand new million dollar Audi sports car to a bunch of security guards at a local supermarket outlet.When through excellent investigative journalism the "donor" is traced, he forbids any mention of his name and details in the paper.
I cannot substantiate what I am about to say but I think that it's reasonably safe to assume that in at least the hearts and minds of the recipients and their families and friends alike, The accolades of one anonymous act of selfless kindness will reverberate for years to come and even more loudly, since it had gone across racial lines in a society which still grapples with race issues.
Whether the anonymous donor owns an entire fleet of priceless cars or not, is of no consequence here, due to his wish for this to remain in anonymous.
In symbolic relevance, it is comparable to the Biblical widow who gave her last penny. Note,There are fewer starving Caucasians in this world for one simple reason, there just happens to be fewer of them populating the planet, for whatever reason. A per capita count will reveal that there are no more starving black people than there are starving whites and that the figures might even exceed the number of impoverished black people.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Apparition from Beyond.
About 20 years ago, my wife and I had returned from a visit to her grandmother in a small town in the midlands of Kwa Zulu Natal,South Africa, called Weenen, The dutch name for weeping, so named by the Boers after the historic battle of Blood river, had been fought near there between the Boers and the Impis of Shaka Zulu. Her widowed grand mother was eighty two years old and we felt that it was important for our three children to meet their one surviving great grand parent While they still could.
A few months after our visit with her, she passed away.My wife's parents phoned us to let us know about her passing and tell us about the funeral arrangements.That night I was feeling and couldn't sleep.It had been a hot summer's day and this added to my restlessness.At about 11.30 pm. while I was staring at the bedroom window, I noticed a pale blue glow on the wall next to the window. I thought that the heat was playing tricks on my eyes, so I turned onto the opposite side.And tried to get some sleep.
I don't know when I had dozed off but the next moment I heard a voice coming from the side of the room where I had seen the blueish glow.I rolled over and faced the wall where I had seen the bluish glow, only now the glow had turned into the full length shape of my wife's grandmother.I was just lying there speechless trying to make sense of this.It was clearly not a dream as I remember sitting upright.I was about to ask her what was going on, when she spoke.She greeted me and asked me not to be alarmed and that she had an urgent message for me which she had to convey before she could go into the light. All the time she spoke I noticed that her lips remained closed.
I was about to ask her how she could communicate without words, when she answered my saying that they communicate telepathically.After this we were talking about many different things,mainly about what I can expect to find on the other side.
I could not actually understand all the things that she spoke of.She then said to me that I would understand better once I had crossed over.The next thing she said was that I was to go to the old farm house on a certain day at exactly nine a.m. and that I was to go to one of the outside windows and to look inside.I was to watch the wooden floor boards at exactly nine a.m. and a beam of sunlight will strike a certain floor board which I was to lift up. I was to find a wooden packing case in the recess under the board and remove the treasure inside.I was to keep it as she wanted me to have it. I turned around to my wife and asked her if she wanted to say hello to her gran.She asked me if I was trying to upset her. I said no, and that she should just look towards the wall.
When I looked back, the apparition had vanished.I apologized to her and told her to go to sleep.
For weeks after this incident, I was still convinced that I hadn't imagined or dreamt it. We didn't discuss it again for a long time until I told her that the special date was coming closer and that I should perhaps just go and take a look to satisfy my curiosity and then, If there wasn't any magic sunbeam or buried wooden crate, to finally lay the whole thing to rest.She agreed. A few days later, I spoke to a friend of mine about my intended trip.He asked me if he could accompany me and I said fine.
We set out very early on that day as we had far to go and we also had to be there at nine a.m.
At about seven thirty we arrived at the deserted farm and decided to wait for daybreak. We ate some sandwiches and drank some coffee while we waited.
At eight we got out of the car and walked over to the house. Once there, I remembered clearly which room I had to go to.By eight thirty I felt a sense of dread as I noticed that it was overcast and looked like rain.I remarked about this to my friend and he said that there was no way that a spirit would be able to predict the weather.He suggested that since we had come all this way, the least we could do was to wait until nine a.m.
At precisely nine thirty there was a sudden break in the clouds towards the East. Both of us stared at the floor mesmerized,as right before our very eyes a beam of bright sunlight was starting to materialize along a single floor board.We rushed into the room through the door that we had opened.My friend Ledge actually got to the floor board first and started prying it loose when suddenly, with very little effort, it came up. I peeked down into the darkness and saw the distinctive outline of a very old wooden packing case.We had to lift up another board before we could get it out.It all suddenly dawned on me that there was no way possible to have imagined or to have dreamt this.Out of about ten possible rooms in the huge old house, there would have been no chance to have come across this by accident. I had no way of fabricating this elaborate story and had only visited Weenen on one previous occasion with my wife and family.
There are always skeptics in life who will find some or other flaw in my story but like I said, previously, I have not started this website for sensationalism but rather for sharing the light with other believers.
A few months after our visit with her, she passed away.My wife's parents phoned us to let us know about her passing and tell us about the funeral arrangements.That night I was feeling and couldn't sleep.It had been a hot summer's day and this added to my restlessness.At about 11.30 pm. while I was staring at the bedroom window, I noticed a pale blue glow on the wall next to the window. I thought that the heat was playing tricks on my eyes, so I turned onto the opposite side.And tried to get some sleep.
I don't know when I had dozed off but the next moment I heard a voice coming from the side of the room where I had seen the blueish glow.I rolled over and faced the wall where I had seen the bluish glow, only now the glow had turned into the full length shape of my wife's grandmother.I was just lying there speechless trying to make sense of this.It was clearly not a dream as I remember sitting upright.I was about to ask her what was going on, when she spoke.She greeted me and asked me not to be alarmed and that she had an urgent message for me which she had to convey before she could go into the light. All the time she spoke I noticed that her lips remained closed.
I was about to ask her how she could communicate without words, when she answered my saying that they communicate telepathically.After this we were talking about many different things,mainly about what I can expect to find on the other side.
I could not actually understand all the things that she spoke of.She then said to me that I would understand better once I had crossed over.The next thing she said was that I was to go to the old farm house on a certain day at exactly nine a.m. and that I was to go to one of the outside windows and to look inside.I was to watch the wooden floor boards at exactly nine a.m. and a beam of sunlight will strike a certain floor board which I was to lift up. I was to find a wooden packing case in the recess under the board and remove the treasure inside.I was to keep it as she wanted me to have it. I turned around to my wife and asked her if she wanted to say hello to her gran.She asked me if I was trying to upset her. I said no, and that she should just look towards the wall.
When I looked back, the apparition had vanished.I apologized to her and told her to go to sleep.
For weeks after this incident, I was still convinced that I hadn't imagined or dreamt it. We didn't discuss it again for a long time until I told her that the special date was coming closer and that I should perhaps just go and take a look to satisfy my curiosity and then, If there wasn't any magic sunbeam or buried wooden crate, to finally lay the whole thing to rest.She agreed. A few days later, I spoke to a friend of mine about my intended trip.He asked me if he could accompany me and I said fine.
We set out very early on that day as we had far to go and we also had to be there at nine a.m.
At about seven thirty we arrived at the deserted farm and decided to wait for daybreak. We ate some sandwiches and drank some coffee while we waited.
At eight we got out of the car and walked over to the house. Once there, I remembered clearly which room I had to go to.By eight thirty I felt a sense of dread as I noticed that it was overcast and looked like rain.I remarked about this to my friend and he said that there was no way that a spirit would be able to predict the weather.He suggested that since we had come all this way, the least we could do was to wait until nine a.m.
At precisely nine thirty there was a sudden break in the clouds towards the East. Both of us stared at the floor mesmerized,as right before our very eyes a beam of bright sunlight was starting to materialize along a single floor board.We rushed into the room through the door that we had opened.My friend Ledge actually got to the floor board first and started prying it loose when suddenly, with very little effort, it came up. I peeked down into the darkness and saw the distinctive outline of a very old wooden packing case.We had to lift up another board before we could get it out.It all suddenly dawned on me that there was no way possible to have imagined or to have dreamt this.Out of about ten possible rooms in the huge old house, there would have been no chance to have come across this by accident. I had no way of fabricating this elaborate story and had only visited Weenen on one previous occasion with my wife and family.
There are always skeptics in life who will find some or other flaw in my story but like I said, previously, I have not started this website for sensationalism but rather for sharing the light with other believers.
Monday, July 26, 2010
"SPIRITS AND MIRACLES"
I have created this blogsite as a forum or platform,for sharing authentic encounters with the supernatural. What I am hoping for,is to shed light on the spirit realm.Many "gifted" people throughout the world, remain silent about their experiences with the "afterlife" all because of their fear of ridicule.I find it strange,as death and dying is an integral part of every human being.
As we must all depart from these earthly bodies, sooner or later, I am hoping to share some of my experiences with you in the hope that by doing this, I will to some extent be shedding some light on a very "taboo" subject, and thereby,possibly alleviate some doubts and fears about death and dying.
In order to fully understand where I am coming from,I need to first give you some background information about myself.To start off, I am a retired church Priest with 35 years of service as an ordained minister.During this time I was repeatedly exposed to situations concerning the afterlife.
As we must all depart from these earthly bodies, sooner or later, I am hoping to share some of my experiences with you in the hope that by doing this, I will to some extent be shedding some light on a very "taboo" subject, and thereby,possibly alleviate some doubts and fears about death and dying.
In order to fully understand where I am coming from,I need to first give you some background information about myself.To start off, I am a retired church Priest with 35 years of service as an ordained minister.During this time I was repeatedly exposed to situations concerning the afterlife.
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