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I was touched by your article entitled \u201cMailbag: Another Brush With The \u2018Other Side.\u201d I felt moved to write out something myself. I\u2019ve had several brushes with the \u201cOther Side.\u201d These experiences range from family members to strangers who ended up solving their own murders (I am a law enforcement officer and it happened twice). The one I wish to talk about is very personal for me and the experience gives me great peace and joy to this day.<\/p>\n

Quite awhile ago now I had gone to sleep and had a dream. I was in my grandmother\u2019s house near the front door. My grandfather walked up to me (he died many years prior to this dream) and took me by the hand. We walked into the \u201cfront room\u201d (that\u2019s what my family called it) and I seen some sort of family gathering happening. We walked into the hallway and I seen another, and separate, family gathering transpiring. We walked into the kitchen where I looked to my right. I then seen another distinct family gathering happening. There could have been a fourth gathering but that seems a bit hazy as some time has passed since I\u2019ve had this dream.<\/p>\n

I looked over to the kitchen table and there was my grandmother. She was sitting at the kitchen table as she always had done while she was alive. I said \u201cGrandma!\u201d My grandfather again took me by the hand into the family room and emphatically pointed to \u201chis chair.\u201d My grandpa had a chair that he would sit in regularly. I had forgotten all about that chair.<\/p>\n

Anyways, sitting in his chair was my uncle. He looked liked death had warmed over him. He was pale and he was connected to all sorts of machines and tubes emanated from several various veins. He looked terrible. I then woke up and I instantly knew what the dream meant. My uncle was going to die after the aforementioned family gatherings took place (my grandmother loved our family gatherings so its no surprise to me that was used as a means to convey the timeframe).<\/p>\n

I knew what I supposed to do but I didn\u2019t really want to do it. It was uncomfortable for me. I was supposed to warn my uncle of his upcoming demise, however, I hadn\u2019t spoken to him in approx. 10 years. He wasn\u2019t exactly living the ideal catholic lifestyle (are any of us tho?) and he just kind of drifted off and lived his own life. The family never pushed him away or anything; he just seemed to put himself in a sort of self-imposed exile.<\/p>\n

As I stated before I hadn\u2019t talked to him in years. I thought it would be weird for me to call him in order to inform him I had a dream of his deceased parents, that he was going to die, and that he\u2019d better get ready. I didn\u2019t really want to do it.<\/p>\n

I realized I had to do it because I figured I would be held responsible by God if he died without his receiving the warning. Yeah. I didn\u2019t want that even more.\u00a0\u00a0I first told several family members of the dream. I\u2019m not sure why but I wanted there to be someone who knew I wasn\u2019t crazy when it actually happened.<\/p>\n

I then called him. The funny thing is I don\u2019t remember him saying a single word after my telling him. Not one. Total silence. I\u2019m sure he\/we must\u2019ve said something prior to our hanging up but to this day I just remember the silence. That was it. I told him and we hung up.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t hear anything from him or about him until I got the call. He was in the hospital and it didn\u2019t look good. He had fallen off a roof (and yes, it was within the approx. time frame given in the dream). I went to the hospital and he looked terrible. He was hooked up to all sorts of machines and had tubes coming out of him from everywhere. He looked exactly like he did in my dream. It was happening.<\/p>\n

When the time came to turn his life support off my mother asked me to stay while it was being done. As the family was leaving, I could hear the yelling.\u00a0\u00a0My uncle\u2019s partner didn\u2019t understand, nor appreciate, my staying behind. I don\u2019t know why.<\/p>\n

The nurses came into the room and I started saying the Divine Mercy Chaplet. I remembered something Jesus had told Saint Faustina, albeit it wasn\u2019t clear. I remembered something about when the Chaplet is said in the presence of the dying. If done in the presence of the dying, He said He will come as the Merciful Savior and not as the Just Judge (or something to that effect-it was hazy at that time). I took great hope in that.<\/p>\n

I put a brown scapular on him and said some prayers from a small blue catholic prayer book another uncle had given me. These prayers were supposed to help with a person\u2019s sins. As I said those prayers I wept like I\u2019ve never wept before. After the prayers were said his life support was turned off. I wept some more and left.<\/p>\n

I wept while walking through the hospital. When I got outside of the hospital I stopped. People were walking all around me, but I stood there amazed and motionless. I had a vision. It is probably more accurate to say that reality opened up in front of me.<\/p>\n

I understand what it means when the Bible says the sky opened up as if a scroll. A second reality opened up in front of me. This reality somehow seemed to be in conjunction with our reality. Both realities seemed intertwined, yet separate, and the new reality seemed distant, yet ever so close. That\u2019s the only way I can describe it.<\/p>\n

I seen another landscape. It was beautiful. Our reality seemed dingy and grey in comparison to the other. Everything was new, pure, and exuded a certain radiance. Was this heaven or a higher level of purgatory? I don\u2019t know. The only thing I know is that it was beautiful! I then seen my uncle. He was wearing a long brown tunic and was walking along a path.<\/p>\n

His face shown the awe he was feeling with his new surroundings. He started to walk away from me and along the path. This path led up to a mountain which was off in the distance. I stood there in the front of the hospital crying tears of joy as people walked around me. It was weird because I could simultaneously see both realities happening at the same time. As the vision ended, I gathered my senses, and then went to my aunt\u2019s where my family had gathered.<\/p>\n

I have since seen my uncle in other dreams, and I must tell you, he looks wonderful. He exudes the same kind of radiance I had seen in my vision. Thank you grandma and grandpa; and thank You Lord for allowing them to warn my uncle!!<\/p>\n

Richard from Michigan<\/p>\n

My full name is Richard Mitrak and I reside in Chesterfield Township, Michigan. Not sure why you want that. I\u2019m afraid that you\u2019re thinking about attaching that to the story I sent you and then publishing it. I\u2019m not sure I want my full name out there like that right now. I am a deputy sheriff (almost retired tho-woo hoo!) with the Macomb County Sheriff\u2019s Office and I\u2019m not sure how anyone would respond to the story. I don\u2019t talk about these things at work too often as you might imagine. \u00a0Rich<\/p>\n

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I have one more story – again, feel free to use or not.

Soul Sent to Complete an Unfulfilled Task?
As a young man, I spent some time in the seminary, and for one year was\u00a0
sent to central Mexico, where I worked with a parish group. I returned\u00a0
after 10 years and stayed with the family of a group member named\u00a0
Carmen. One night, I was getting ready to sleep, sitting on the edge of\u00a0
the bed taking off my shoes in the dark. I became aware of a woman\u00a0
standing before me. She was white and transparent. I asked her\u00a0
interiorly, “Who are you?” She responded, “I’m Carmen’s grandmother.” I\u00a0
asked her, “What do you want from me?” She responded, “Tell Carmen that\u00a0
I love her.” She then disappeared. The next day I asked Carmen what her\u00a0
relationship was like with her grandmother. She said it was cold, but\u00a0
respectful. I told her what happened, and she began to cry. I suppose\u00a0
that with great mercy, God sent Carmen’s grandmother back to plant a\u00a0
seed of love in the open wound of that relationship, so that it could be\u00a0
healed in Carmen’s heart. Perhaps only then would she have been able to\u00a0
enter her rest.

Thank you for your prayers. I do share things from your site with\u00a0
others, and will continue to do so.
God bless,<\/p>\n

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Two things virtually all Catholics don’t know about cremation:<\/p>\n

1. Cremation is not just a burning. The bones of the deceased have to be crushed by a machine, a grinder.<\/p>\n

2. There is a constant theme in the Bible about the bones of the deceased. Basically, the bones are treated in scripture as containing the essence of a person’s holiness. This is the idea behind using bones as relics. Also why the bones of Jesus were not to be broken.<\/p>\n

Should add that the concept of the body as a temple of the Holy Spirit has been pretty much lost.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0August 4. 2019 Poor Souls NC\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My family and I just returned home from a trip to NC and I had an experience there that we felt should be shared. I am a convert of 25 yrs. and in my past, I\u2019ve experienced many untimely deaths; my own parents and siblings as well as many friends and acquaintances. It is a significant friend from the past that this story is about.<\/span><\/p>\n

My husband, sister and I went to the cemetery in NC where my parents and siblings and relatives are buried, to see if new flowers were needed. We decided to pray a rosary at the graveside of my parents and on each mystery, we would walk to a different family member\u2019s grave and offer that mystery for them (<\/span>I believe<\/span><\/i> it\u2019s this part that opened the door for what would happen next).\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Once we were finished with the Rosary, we were going to leave to pick up some new flowers for the graves. Instead of leaving, I decided to ride down to a lake at that cemetery (something I rarely do because that\u2019s a place my Dad and I would go visit when he was alive and it can be a little sad at times). As I was driving through this <\/span>very large<\/span><\/i> cemetery my eyes were drawn to the crematorium section on the right side of the road ( I was usually looking to the left as I know our brother is buried there). As I was slowly driving by, my eyes became fixated on a girl\u2019s image on one of the crematorium plots. The best way to explain it is I felt a strong urge to stop the car. My husband and sister had no clue what I was doing and asked me why I was stopping? I said I\u2019m not sure, and I told them I wanted to look at something.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I went straight over to the picture of the girl and in my heart I thought she probably needed the prayers, so I said an Eternal Rest and a Hail Mary, I\u2019ve been praying for the poor souls for many years since my conversion, especially once I realized my parents and siblings and poor souls needed the prayers. It\u2019s not uncommon for me to do this and to sprinkle holy water on the graves. I thought this moment was a little odd but went with it and just believed she really needed the prayers. As I turned to leave, I had to walk down a path away from the crematorium section that went directly to the car. The path was straight and there was really no reason for me to turn around at all <\/span>but I did<\/span><\/i>\u2026.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As I turned back to the right, I saw what looked like an eagle on a plot and a name that just stopped me completely. I re-read the name, not believing my eyes and then I went closer to make sure. It was the name of a boy that I had known for many years as a teenager. I was not Catholic back then, far from it and neither was he, nor anyone in his family to my knowledge. We were in the bible belt and most were of a different denomination.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I just stood there and couldn\u2019t believe it and I\u2019ll tell you why. I haven\u2019t seen this boy in over 30yrs, never knew what happened to him or the direction his life took him. This cemetery in NC is huge and even if I knew he had passed away and tried to find him, it would have almost been impossible. There was no record of him at the cemetery at all; we checked after seeing his plot. The direction I drove that day is not one I always took and there were many other little reasons why this was unique in happening, <\/span>but these reasons aren\u2019t the main one that I grappled with.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The most astounding part for me is this; the night before as I was lying in bed, an incident with this boy came to my mind during the middle of the night that startled me. <\/span>I hadn\u2019t thought of him in years<\/span><\/i> but I rationalized \u201cwell, it\u2019s because I\u2019m back here in NC and that\u2019s why I\u2019m remembering these events\u201d. Thoughts of this boy and some particular incidents flooded my mind that night (before the cemetery visit) and I couldn\u2019t understand why.\u00a0 I eventually fell asleep and the next morning didn\u2019t think of it at all, <\/span>until I saw his name on the crematorium plot<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My husband, sister and I have been a little speechless about this ever since it happened. The most overwhelming feeling we all have is how much God loves us. My friend had a very troubled life and he wasn\u2019t Catholic but God knew one day I would be. God allowed this so that a Mass and prayers would be offered for him and the girl that initially attracted my attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

Indeed, the poor souls are alive and need our prayers, our family really believes this and we will continue to pray for them daily.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A Spirit Daily friend from Houston, TX<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0August 4. 2019 Poor Souls NC\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My family and I just returned home from a trip to NC and I had an experience there that we felt should be shared. I am a convert, of 25 yrs. and in my past, I\u2019ve experienced many untimely deaths, my own parents and siblings as well as many friends and acquaintances. It is a significant friend from the past that this story is about.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My husband, sister and I went to the cemetery in NC where my parents and siblings and relatives are buried, to see if new flowers were needed. We decided to pray a rosary at the graveside of my parents and on each mystery, we would walk to a different family member\u2019s grave and offer that mystery for them (<\/span>I believe<\/span><\/i> it\u2019s this part that opened the door for what would happen next).\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Once we were finished with the Rosary, we were going to leave to pick up some new flowers for the graves. Instead of leaving, I decided to ride down to a lake at that cemetery (something I rarely do because that\u2019s a place my dad and I would go visit when he was alive and it can be a little sad at times) as I was driving through this <\/span>very large<\/span><\/i> cemetery my eyes were drawn to the crematorium section on the right side of the road ( I was usually looking to the left as I know our brother is buried there). As I was slowly driving by, my eyes became fixated on a girl\u2019s image on one of the crematorium plots. The best way to explain it is I felt a strong urge to stop the car. My husband and sister had no clue what I was doing and asked me why I was stopping? I said I\u2019m not sure, and I told them I wanted to look at something.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I went straight over to the picture of the girl and in my heart I thought she probably needed the prayers, so I said an eternal rest and a Hail Mary, I\u2019ve been praying for the poor souls for many years since my conversion, especially once I realized my parents and siblings and poor souls needed the prayers. It\u2019s not uncommon for me to do this and to sprinkle holy water on the graves. I thought this instance was a little odd but went with it and just believed she really needed the prayers. As I turned to leave, I had to walk down a path away from the crematorium section that went directly to the car. The path was straight and there was really no reason for me to turn around at all <\/span>but I did<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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As I turned back to the right, I saw what looked like an eagle on a plot and a name that just stopped me completely. I re-read the name, not believing my eyes and then I went closer to make sure. It was the name of a boy that I had known for many years as a teenager. I was not Catholic back then, far from it and neither was he, nor anyone in his family to my knowledge. We were in the bible belt and most were of a different denomination.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I just stood there and couldn\u2019t believe it and I\u2019ll tell you why. I haven\u2019t seen this boy in over 30yrs, never knew what happened to him or the direction his life took him. This cemetery in NC is huge, even if I knew he had passed away and tried to find him, it would have almost been impossible. There was no record of him at the cemetery at all, we checked after seeing his plot. The direction I drove that day is not one I always took and there were many other little reasons why this was unique in happening, <\/span>but these reasons aren\u2019t the main one that I grappled with.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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The most astounding part for me is this; the night before as I was lying in bed, an incident with this boy came to my mind during the middle of the night that startled me. One, <\/span>I hadn\u2019t thought of him in years<\/span><\/i> but I rationalized \u201cwell, it\u2019s because I\u2019m back here in NC and that\u2019s why I\u2019m remembering these events\u201d. Thoughts of this boy and some particular incidents flooded my mind that night (before the cemetery visit) and I couldn\u2019t understand why? I eventually fell asleep and the next morning didn\u2019t think of it at all, <\/span>until I saw his name on the crematorium plot<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My husband, sister and I have been a little speechless about this ever since it happened. The most overwhelming feeling we all have is how much God loves us. My friend had a very troubled life and he wasn\u2019t Catholic but God knew one day I would be. God allowed this so that a Mass and prayers would be offered for him and the girl that initially got my attention, from this point on.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The poor souls are alive and need our prayers, our family really believes this and will continue to pray for them daily.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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A Spirit Daily friend from Houston, TX<\/span><\/p>\n

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There are endless wonders in God’s Creation.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Take humans. Take the brain.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It can even adapt a human to life as an animal, when necessary. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Case in point: a boy named Saturday Mthiyane — called “Saturday” because that was the day he was discovered in a bedraggled state near the Tugela River in Kwazulu-Natal, South Africa, at the estimated age of five, having spent a year in the company of monkeys. Like a primate, Saturday ate only raw meat, effortlessly climbed trees, jumped onto rooftops, and when it came to exiting a house\u2026 preferred windows. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Others ditched as youngsters — left to die and fetched from the wild — have twitched their noses and ears at the slightest smell or noise or — as in the case of “the Syrian gazelle boy” — could run (on all fours) up to thirty miles an hour, some reportedly faster than an Olympic champion.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Bamberg “calf child” in Germany would fight (and scare off) the largest local dogs, bounding after them ferociously. There was Ramchandra, a child in the Basti district of northern India who could take running starts, dive into the Kuano River, and return to the surface \u2013 after however long it took — with a fish in his mouth.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strangest, perhaps: two girls, found in 1920, near Midnapore in India, where like so many feral humans they had been under the care of wolves. <\/strong><\/p>\n

They were captured by Anglican missionary J. A. L. Singh when terrified villagers in a place called Godamuri expressed great terror of what they said were \u201cghosts\u201d seen at dusk in the jungle with human limbs but hideous heads \u2013 they were mortally frightened of it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Curious, the missionary set up a hunting platform or machan<\/em> in a big tree where the \u201cghosts\u201d were seen. There they would observe and wait, guns at the ready. On searching the vicinity, Singh came across a gigantic ant mound \u2013 two stories in height \u2013 that had seven holes in it, apparently taken over by mammals\u2026 including wolves\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n

It was a Saturday in October. The missionary and his men waited before dusk. \u201cAll of a sudden,\u201d recalled Reverend Singh, \u201ca grown-up wolf came out from one of the holes. The animal was followed by another of the same size. The second one was followed by a third, closely followed by two cubs one after the other.\u201d (The holes didn\u2019t permit more than one at a time.)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cClose after the cubs came the ghost \u2013 a hideous-looking being \u2013 hand, foot, and body like a human being; but the head was a big ball of something covering the shoulders and the upper portion of the bust, leaving only a sharp contour of the face visible, and it was\u2026 human.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Close on its heels came another \u201cawful creature,\u201d exactly like this first, but smaller, \u201ctheir eyes bright and piercing, unlike human eyes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

They were children who lived with the wolves and who, at the entrance of the hole, sniffed and jumped out like cubs, running on all fours. The missionary had to stop his frightened workmen from killing them, grabbing the upraised barrels of their rifles.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The next day, Reverend Singh ordered his crew to dig into the ant hill, and out running came first one wolf, then a second, and next a third that stood at the entrance growling and obviously protecting cubs. This wolf the men killed, allowing them to open the central cave, where they found the cubs and \u201chideous\u201d children in a very clean den, all clutching each other, the \u201cghosts\u201d more snarling than the cubs.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They were taken to an orphanage in Godamuri, were these feral humans, where they were barricaded in a courtyard and cared for by Singh and his wife. Unable to walk or even stand upright, they could move fast as a squirrel on their four limbs and were completely un<\/em>humanlike, no capability for understanding words and taking at first only raw milk and then raw meat, particularly carrion: dead birds or other animals, often contending with crows and vultures for it. Their \u201chideous\u201d heads had been from balled, matted hair, which was clipped off, revealing very young children \u2013 but ones that had developed unusually shaped jaws and eyes that Singh said “shone in the dark with the peculiar blue glare of cats and dogs\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cAt night you could not see anything round about them but only two powerful lights sending forth rays in the dark\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

When they slept \u2013 usually by day — they overlapped each other like piglets. Cold had no effect on them, and it took years for Kamala to allow a blanket, loincloths, and other clothes. Eventually, after years, she learned to stand and take slow steps. Their cheekbones were raised, projecting out as cones. The length between wrists and forefingers was out of proportion, their knees gnarled, stuck at a angle, and calloused.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They never laughed nor showed emotion like joy but for occasional wolverine aggression. Their wails? Three times a night\u2026 including at three a.m.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Like wolves, they growled, panted, bared their teeth, and pawed at the earth, causing their fingernails to grow concave. Shy and sleepy during the day, often keeping to themselves in a corner, they roamed fearlessly at night \u2013 when they could see much better, in fact very well. The older one, who they named Kamala, lived to be eight, the second, Amala, just to a year-and-a-half. <\/strong><\/p>\n

She took ill on September 4, 1921. There was dysentery. At one point, round worms, red and as thick as a little finger, had been expelled from both. The fever overtook Amala. While Kamala would live for eight more years, eventually able to utter dozens of rudimentary sounds, baby prattle, and much later crude words, and playing with dogs and later youngsters, Amala \u201cgave up the ghost on the twenty-first of September, 1921,\u201d according to Reverend Singh\u2019s diary. She was baptized a short while before and laid to rest in the churchyard of St. John\u2019s Church in Midnapor. Official cause of death: nephritis.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Somehow, Kamala understood what happened, remaining near the body until burial, refusing food for two days\u2026 and though with not a single discernible facial expression, seen to shed two quite human tears.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[above article from the “cutting floor” of Lying Wonders, Strangest Things<\/a><\/span> — interesting but not in the final cut]<\/em><\/p>\n

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The three Great Graces \u2022 The Grace of God given to a dying friend \u2022 The Grace of God given to My wife\u2019s Mother \u2022 And meeting Doris’ Uncle and Aunt at St Anne de’Beaupre<\/p>\n

It was the week of August 15th, 2005, Doris and I had decided to go on a vacation to Canada. A close friend Elaine Johanson, at that time, was near death door with stage 4 cancer. On our way to Canada, we stopped in Waterville ME to visit my wife’s Mother in a nursing home. Come to find out she was transferred to a local Hospital with C difficile. Her doctor told us they had tried all antibiotics available to them, but none of these worked and he was not hopeful of her recovery. Doris and I debated whether to continue to Canada, the doctor reassured us she would be alive when we returned. We decided to go but made a stop at the Basilica of St. Anne de’Beaupre to pray for her mother. While at St. Anne, I decided to go to my car and get my camera. On my way back, I spotted my wife’s uncle and aunt in the parking lot, it was a complete surprise. We had not seen them for many years and spent all that day with them. Her aunt mentioned a place called St. Fredrick, a town next to where my wife once lived. She told us people were flocking there because the Virgin Mary was appearing to a family and Miracles were taking place.
\nOn our way to visit her aunt Jeannine in Thetford Mines, we found ourselves going through the town of St. Fredrick, the place her Aunt had told us about. We decided to ask someone if they knew of this place, so we stop at the only store in that town, they all knew of the place and they told us to go back and follow the signs marked with the words, (Hail Mary full of Grace). We followed the signs there and upon arriving we got to meet the entire family.
\nThe place was a little cul-de-sac with little humble cottages that were all family owned. In front of these little cottages was a huge cliff like rock with a small handmade church set into it and next to the church was a statue of Mary with her hands in a prayer position. This Cul-de-sac was very remote and private from the town itself. These were summer homes.
\nThe story went like this, every day at 3:00 o’clock the three sisters with their husbands would sit on a swing in their yard facing the little statue of Mary and pray the rosary. One day one of the sisters said to the others, “did you see, she just blessed us?” the other sisters said to her, “be real it\u2019s just a statue,” they continued to pray, just minutes later they all saw the little statue blessing them again. They were all in awe and could not believe what they all witnessed.
\nIt was not long when rumors spread through Canada and crowds began to arrive, people were being healed. One day, a priest came to say Mass, he knelt before a little altar set up for his Mass and prayed for a sign from God to confirm this exterior sign. After Mass, on one side of the altar came forth a spring of water, his prayer was answered, and we know today many people were healed.<\/p>\n

The Family asked If we planned to stay for the 3:00 o’clock rosary, we of course said yes and were each given a decade to recite. I had the third decade, while praying my decade a lady interrupted saying God had given her a message for us, our friend Elaine was experiencing a beautiful thing from God but could not confirm it was a healing.
\nAfter the rosary they filled bottles of holy water from the miracle spring to take with us. Arriving back in Waterville we went immediately to the Hospital to see my wife’s mother but found no improvement in her condition. We entered her room, gave her a bottle of holy water from St. Fredrick Canada and told her to drink it. Two days later, she was discharged with no more C Difficile.
\nArriving home in Worcester, Ron and Diane Houle, mutual friends of Elaine and Richard Johansen, told us that Elaine was at U-Mass having tests done and on the same day we had been told by a lady in Canada something nice was happening to Elaine. Something very special from God did take place. Ron said to get all the details in proper order, we should visit Elaine that night.
\nThat night at the Hospital we were able to visit Elaine, she explained that during the day she was getting up to go to the bathroom and looking out of her window saw the Blessed Mother with her hands placed over the heads of two people praying for them. She then realized these two people were her and her husband. Her husband had gone home to freshen up and eat and wasn’t at the hospital at the time of the visions. While at home Richard sat on the edge of their bed asking God, why was this happening to them? They were both very prayerful people and love the Lord very much.
\nWhen that first image finished, Mary returned with baby Jesus in her arms. The vision ended and afterward she returned with the Holy Family. This seemed to be the end, Elaine got up and continued to the bathroom, but looking back saw a new vision that contained Jesus with rays coming from his wounds and heart. She said in the vision Jesus had a peaceful and loving look. I asked her if the visions she had were like a silhouette and she replied, “no I could have touched her, she was flesh.” Elaine told us she was only there for tests and she was not on any medications. Elaine was a very religious person, prayed many rosaries daily, and attended Mass. She was a big advocate of her Catholic Faith. She passed away January 28th, 2006<\/p>\n

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