I ran out of the bathroom and sat on the arm of chair in the living room. Looking down the hallway. I called for my daughter to come out of my father's room. I heard laughing and her talking. She runs out and says, "Poppy" needs to talk to you. She and I were the only family members that called my father by that name.
This is what she told me. "Mommy, poppy had bigg wings"! I asked her what Poppy was doing. She tells me that he was sitting in his chair. Reading a book and he had a crown on his head, just like the Little Mermaid.
How did I know that my daughter witnessed an extraordinary event? She articulated to me. That she saw an angel. This angel wore a crown. Just, like the Little Mermaid's father wore.
The Little Mermaid was her favorite cartoon. That video was taken everywhere with us. Including, to our weekend visits to see my father,
I knew that she was telling me the truth. I felt scared. But, not afraid. I knew the Pneuma led me back to my father's house. So, that my daughter could meet her guardian angel.
Voices of the Unspoken started out of the desire for my voice to be heard. I believe my stories of extraordinary events should be told. Blogging for those who dare to blog their stories with me. One's life has at least one testament of an extraordinary event. And the "pneuma" has moved in all of our lives. Just as the "spirit" is moving me to blog. With the hope to find others like me. Do not be afraid of how "out of the norn" these experiences sound. This is the Age of the Aquarius!
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