A Safe Place To Tell Visions
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
Late on Maundy Thursday evening, in the year 2000, as I lay in bed, meditating on the format of this book, a thought came into my head that I would be able to see a spirit if I simply looked. I opened my eyes and saw something indescribably beautiful about two feet above my head. It was a bright, luxurious purple, then deep azure blue, radiant, dynamic, pulsating: a being of light and energy moving slowly closer and closer. As it drew near, I tried to communicate through thoughts, asking who or what I was seeing, and the meaning of the visitation. There was no discernable response.