miracle
Just when my day was about to end, my ate called up and asked if I want to come with her to Ayala Museum. I asked what for and she answered "sama kay Gina sa Healing..". I was surprised that I instantly answered in the positive. So I hurriedly took my bath and fixed myself up since she's going to pick me up. We went there through public transportation. After a quite long walk-- we found the place. There were so many people inside. Old. Young. Babies. Singles. Married. I noticed that the people were very quiet. We would have gone inside immediately but then we have to go to the powder room and relieve ourselves first
Thereafter, we went inside-- not so many people are in line now since we arrived late. We get in line and wait for our turn. The visionary is young man -- only 2nd yr. high school from California. Gina told me that Allan knows if you're going to hell or not. I answered her that I know and I'm sure that I'm going to Hell [I'm still working on my visa for heaven]. I was really hesitant about all these, for I was there only to look around and witness for myself if there was really a miracle.
Ok, this is what I experienced-- when it was my turn.. I was asked to close my eyes, open my hands and my heart. I closed my eyes and quietly started a conversation. It's like a conversation with a long lost friend. Catching up with my life-- I informed her of all the things that's been happening… my fears and my dreams. I hear only my voice and the soft music. It's like I'm being cradled. Peace. Serenity. But no, I didn't faint or get hysterical. I was just there -- having a nice conversation. I felt that Allan had a hard time praying over me… Does it mean that I'm a bad person? And the fact that I didn't faint-- does it mean that the devil is still in me? Anyway, it was a nice experience. Tita Juliet showed us a small bottle of rose water -- water that smell of roses. I love its smell… we had a little chitchat with her-- she told us about several miracles like, water turning to oil- oil turning to rose water, unending supply of oil.. Angels.. Some kid getting hit by angel wings and falling feathers. Allan, the visionary -- well he's typical teenager-- and I can say that he is quite playful too. He seldom goes out because his schedule is so terrible. Early this morning, I woke up and realized that you don't need to see or witness a miracle to believe that it happen. The mere fact that I was able to attend it is a miracle in itself.
Miracles happen. Everyday.
posted by jaded fool @ 11:27 AM
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