Comments for Do You Believe My Story?: Page 1

There are many such people who say they believe in it, but so few who really understands it.

Like there are people who believe in Oneness yet still seek to harm others... Those who say love thy neigbor as thyself yet do not do unto others as they like to do unto themselves.

Here's a link for you about "Oneness" and seeing another as yourself:

Http://www.kachina.net/~alunajoy/2007nov.html

You defiently gave me some good insight and some things to think about. I firmly believe in Universal Consciousness already. I just find such a hard time finding anyone to share with, finding this site today has been a god send. As I read more and more peoples storys I find I relate to nearly every one of them.

I know, but all spirits in flesh stay Spirits having a message to deliver... Or a story to tell. I am an just an interpreter to lessen the fear in people and giving them a purpose to what they saw or experienced.

Also I can relate to the mind reading stuff going on, maybe you should research Universal consciousness and how all minds are possibly connected as one.

Ravenula you say some very inspiring things, and I'm apprechaitve to know you have information of the event I did not share. But these people were not symbols they were in the flesh, it was not a vision but something that happened before my eyes. Its a small peice of my puzzle, but an importent one.
I've done things that have changed the world, but I am so lost right now. I need to find someone who knows things as I know them, so I can work it all out.

"The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine." ~ Plato

I believe that your story has a great message... The two sisters can be viewed as the same person, the one was well dressed and looked of wealthy heritage and the man with the Black eyes is a reflection of her, they both could have been caught up in the material illusion, their souls becoming deadened to the Divine, unable to see anything else but money and the superficial promises of the material world.

The one in the Victorian dress code was like that in the past... Her "old self" having pretty and colourful dresses and even bling but her eyes were hollow, her soul was empty, she had all the riches the world could offer but she was still unhappy.

And then the "bum" side of her representing a "new self" after seeing how trivial the riches of the world really are, going to seek for riches beyond that of the material... And then finally finding a sense of Peace and spiritual fullness to be more spiritually attuned than the man of the world.

Greasy hair, yes well hair is an outflow of your spirit... Signifying what is really going on in the inside... Greasy and dark, unclean, heavy... The world does that to people!

A thing of prince and the pauper - the prince is jealous of the pauper... Because a life with less material complications seems more desirable and free.

It is more like your material self coming together with your spiritual self... Finding a balance, knowing that you can be both the prince and the pauper, by seeking the blessings and Divine in each day in spite of the demanding pressures of the material world. Being grateful for what you have and don't have - in the sense that you decide to have a wholesome soul unlike those people who are only materially orientated living superficial and shallow lives. To be grateful that you don't have that emptiness, and to be grateful that you still have a soul full of wonder for otherworldly things.

You often hear that the times when people or a married couple was the most happy was when they had less material things... Maybe only a bed and roof over their heads, and food, basically the basic needs provided and ONLY THEMSELVES to provide Love for each other, that was the most important, before they had to begin loving the world, since the more money you make the more people would take notice of you, even use and abuse you for material favours to get ahead in life, distracting you from your marriage and your family, the people who really matters, distracting you from real Love to focus on fake Love instead.

Possibly you witnessed an exorcism of some kind by Angels, expelling the demons of the world and their rotting infesting Death to infuse the soul with the fullness of the Holy Spirit instead... Letting the clear waters of the Holy Spirit clean his soul and giving his hair a good wash!

You are indeed special and important, you are a great messenger!

At the end of your story you mention things are speeding up with your predictions. Well my oldest and I have a running joke, the world is folding in on itself. We have noticed lately if we talk about a subject, in a few days or even hours some one else will bring up the same (not current affair) topic. I mentioned something to a coworker back in March of last year and that night there was a posting on the buliten bord at work about the same thing. This happens to one or the other or both almost on a daily basis.
For your feeling of things looking bleak for the future, a lot of mediums also feel this while others do not it is for each to feel. I join you in feeling things are headed into nothing we have ever seen.
As for the bus incident it can not be proved or disproved to for me I must err on the side of believing. I have seen things that could not have been but I still saw. I come away feeling like I was thrown into a nightmare and yanked out. Good luck.

I do believe he was some form of deamon. The women were as real as day, there is no way they were angels.

I would like to hear your elaberations on what makes me importent. I have only scratched the surface of what I am capiable of in this story, I'm really looking to see what other people with simmilar abilitys are able to pick up from me.

Just a theory but it sounds like those woman were either angels that happened to be in your area or your spirit guides/ guardian angels. The man sounds like he was either a demon, or he was a man possessed by a demon. Why you are important though... There can be many reasons that I could think of.