So, my question to you is, when you are NOT sleeping - do you see visions that are not of this world? Do you see visions from the BEYOND?

I think, maybe, that I have.

THE ANGEL OF DEATH

Recently (this March, year 2006) I did have a terrifying nightmare that reminded me of a vision that I had when I was only a child.

This vision that I had had was of the Grim Reaper - The Angel of Death. I was in my parent's house, taking a daytime nap, and woke up.

When I awoke I was laying directly across from a large viewing mirror on my dresser (chest of drawers).

Laying immediately behind me, reflected in the mirror, was the Angel of Death. He (She?) appeared to be perfectly parallel to me and was longer (taller) than myself. He/she was completely immobile, inert, unmoving, but very visible. He/she appeared to be made of something like petrified wood.

I got up from the bed silently. I turned to look around to see this being - and it was gone. I turned and looked in the reflecting mirror - and saw only myself, the bed, and the bedroom.

The Angel had gone. If, it was ever there...

This March, one evening, I awoke from a terrifying nightmare. In the nightmare, I was standing next to some sort of concrete abutment, as at a bridge, etc.. Arising from the abutment was some gargantuan, blue-black, wrought iron, crooked skeletal hand. Alarmed, I backed away from the abutment.

Moving away, I could see a river next to the abutment. In the middle of this river was an islet, or a shoal... Stretched out on this islet/shoal, laying in repose, was a gargantuan, blue-black, wrought iron, skeletal form of the Grim Reaper - or the Angel of Death - with its gargantuan blue-black, wrought iron, crooked hand, extended above.

I remember trying to move away from this ghastly figure of death, and then I woke up.

The next day, after her seventieth birthday, my mother passed away.

As of yesterday, her hometown, Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, was flooded by the Susquehanna river and 200,000 people had to be evacuated. The day she was born, the Susquehanna river crested over and flooded out the entire town of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. (Note: At my mother's funeral, her sister - my aunt and godmother - explained that the reason that they made it through that 1936 flood, was that they were living in a house on one of the highest hills in the town).

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THE DECAPITATED GHOST

Several years ago, in the early 1990's, I was still residing with my mother and father.

I was returning from a business trip with a salesperson for a major company that we working for at that time. I don't think I will advertise their name here at this time.

So, as it was a legitimate business trip - straight from the office to the customer and back - their was drinking, etc..

When I made it home, I greeted my mother and my (only) sister her were there at the time.

Having some dirty laundry in my suitcase, I took it downstairs to the laundry room in the basement.

Now, the laundry room was (and still is) set off from the rest of the basement by the stairway and a couple of concrete walls. I headed around the corner to the right of the stairway.

I began to empty my suitcase, and had that feeling you get when are not alone in the same room. The feeling that you get that someone else is there with you...

I had not heard my mother, my sister, nor anyone else come down the stairwell, which I would have expected if someone else decided to join me in that basement at the time. I had (and still have) extraordinarily good hearing, and should have heard anyone clambering down those stairs...

I dropped my laundry and went to investigate the rest of the basement. I went this time to the left of the stairwell. There, in the middle of the day, in the dimly lit northwest area of the basement floated a decapitated, disembodied spectral head in the air. This spectral head was clearly looking through and searching for something in the handmade architectural-framed shelves that my father (not deceased) had erected on that wall.

The head must have sensed that I was to its left and it slowly turned around in midair to face me.

I stood there completely motionless and silent (it took all of my courage and my strength to do so) and looked directly at the head where its eyes should have been.

With the small hairs standing on the back of my neck, I examined (I am, by profession, a scientist) floating head while it examined me.

I could see that the head was quite grisly and it appeared to be in a severe state of decay and decomposition. What should have been (?) eyes, appeared to be round, whitish, amorphous white globes. The head was covered with what appeared to be whitish, decayed, decomposed flesh. It also appeared to have long white hair. It appeared to be quite ancient, and appeared to have no color at all. Its color was the same as the misty white mass (ectoplasm?) that it was made of.

It made some sort of expression when it saw that I was not leaving and was determined to examine it. Slowly, the floating spectral head turned around 180 degrees from me and floated away and dematerialized (?) or disappeared through the east wall of the basement.

With the spirit head now gone, I struggled to pull myself together. Stunned into silence by this, I slowly moved up the stairwell into the main body of the house and found my mother and my sister blissfully unaware of what had just happened. I asked them - just as a precaution, in case I was hallucinating, or something - if either of them had just been in the basement at the same time I was. They both just shook their heads no. I think they were silent at this point because there was probably something noticeably - perhaps profoundly - disturbed about my appearance.

I informed that I had just seen a ghost in the basement. Both of them just looked at me without question. I moved off and continued with my business for that day.

Neither of them ever mentioned this to myself - or, I suspect, to anyone.

To this day, I have never seen this ghost again. Although, I did have a nightmare about this later. In this nightmare, the ghost appeared to me as a full-bodied specter and revealed that her name was Wieso Langso. I have no idea what or who this name means or might be. I do know that we have lived in the house ever since it was brand new and that their had been no deaths in it up until this year.

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WAS IT A VISION OF CHRIST?

This is my next vision. To be continued later?

- G.K. 6/29/06

WAS IT A VISION OF CHRIST?

Some years ago - after much revelry and debauchery - I awoke in my bed with head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the opposite end.

There before me, surrounded by a "diffuse" white light was the figure of Jesus Christ. He was sitting on a rock pile and was clothed in what appeared to be a seamless robe of neutral color. The robe covered him from his shoulders to his ankles - or more - as I do not recall seeing his feet.

I did however see his face and it appeared to be a Caucasian face and had virtually no expression. He was just, merely looking down on me. His hair was long and brown and he had the traditional brown mustache and beard. His face appeared to be unmarked and wore nothing on his head. I do not recall seeing his hands. His robe was plain, neutral or white in color, and aside from being seamless, was unremarkable.

I reached out to touch this vision of Himself and upon "touching" this vision, He vanished from my sight. And I was left laying on my bed looking about my room for Him.

Some years later, when I had moved to a small town in Georgia. I recalled having one of those sagrado ("sacred") candles with the paper lamination of picture of Christ and His Sacred Heart on the glass of the candle. I usually kept this candle on a shelf type window just over my kitchen sink.

One Saturday night I was home in my kitchen looking at this candle when I realized that there were beads of moisture collecting around the face of His image on the candle. For a moment, thinking that I might have accidentally splashed sink water or tap water on this candle, I picked it up and started to wipe away the moisture saying "Forgive me Lord...". Then I stopped dead in my tracks, realizing that I had not been using the sink for water. The sink and the area around it were dry. Was the image of Himself on the sagrado candle crying? I could not tell.

It is interesting to note, that that same Saturday night, I had just happened to win several hundred dollars on the weekly Saturday night Georgia lottery drawing. Was it luck? Coincidence? Or a miracle? Heaven knows...

To be continued? 7/3/2006