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It's such a long story, that I, myself, don't know where to start.
Probably the best start would be then, when I was about 11-12 years old, and it was my first time going to a spanish school, since I came to Spain without knowing any language like spanish or english.
But leaving everything behind, I want to share with you my story and how I found a way to find back my faith which was losts for a period of time.
Probably 2 months later when I was in Spain, I was supposed to go to school at 9 AM, so my mom came at 7 AM to my room and was waiting til the exact hour to wake me up. But then, I woke up a bit and tried to sleep a bit more, but then, in that exact moment is when I saw the Death in my eyes.
Sounds crazy and unbelivable, however, I know what I saw.
Happened twice in a row to me, but good my mom was there, otherwise I would die while sleeping in my own bed. I was dead for about 20 seconds.
I did my calculation few years back then, and I discovered that the soul leaves the body after 1 minute, but not 20 or 30 seconds.
However, I'm afraid I can't tell you what I saw, because I feel like it would be forbidden to tell, but the only think I can say is, that in that day, I knew that I wouldn't need to be afraid of my future death.
After about 3 years, we moved twice, and one to a street called Nazaret here in my city. We lived there for about 5 years, however, during that time, strange things were happening, not only to me, but also to my whole family.
The first year we moved, everything started when I could predict the future through my dreams, however I couldn't control that at all (a friend called me psychic) This keeps happening though, usually in dreams or when I start thinking and enter my imagination, in the next few minutes, hours or days it happens again, the way I imagined.
I never could explain these things even to myself, to I let it be, however, the second year, was when everything started to go bad, not only to me but my whole family: we had trouble with the house, I had trouble in the school, others in work etc.
But I want to tell you here something, I barely say to anyone.
The place where I lived, Nazaret street, was haunted. Yes, it was haunted by a 8 year girl I always could see.
The thing was, I realized she isn't bad when we had to move in may this year.
The first time I saw her was outside and inside my room, watching me, black long hair, full white eyes and a small dress which looked like medieval kind thing, I barely can remember now.
But to make this story short, I always saw her, and noticed she "tried" to protect me from the bad spirit which was always around me, a 20 years old young man, black hair, blue eyes and always a black cape. I spoke to him once and asked:
Me: What do you want from me?
Man: I want you
That day I was only 15, and that's how the girl started to take more actions. I spoke with my mom about it, and told me it's a poor lost spirit looking for peace. My mom even suggested me to bless her, however, now I'm ashamed I didn't.
Things were getting pretty bad, it was yet in December 2008 when I was to my homeland Poland, for Christmas to my sis so she wouldn't be alone. I was getting worse at studies without any logical reasons, my family was always mad at something, and I felt like it was always my fault.
I lost my faith because of such stupid things that happened in my life. I blamed God for giving me a future I didn't want, I blamed him for everything.
On January this year I met a man who showed me something I will or might never feel: Love
His name is David and he was the only one to show me the beauty of this world. I always said: "I'm not emo, I'm just emotional" and yes I keep being so, however I guess it's my nature and I can't change it anymore.
On February, my Church planned to go to Lourdes in France, and I was doubtful if to go, however my friend said I should. It was hard decission since I lost my faith, and all I can say, I did make the right decission.
We went to Lourdes in France, such beautiful city with a story of Bernadette and how she met Virgin Mary. Until now I love the story, to read and hear it.
The first day in Lourdes we went to pray outside the Church. It was the cave/place where Bernadette met Virgin Mary, and I remember that day like it was yesterday.
While all my companions were all cold, me, standing and praying, I could feel something warm upon my hands, like somebody would touch me - That day I knew it was Mary, coming to me knowing I needed help even if such things are stupid, but yet, are painful in life.
Sad thing was, 2 weeks later after Lourdes, I discovered a "friend" died at age 20 because of Cancer. She was an angel, but I didn't blame God or anything. I just knew the life is too painful.
The nights I cried you can't even imagine.
This is my story, and here and now, you decide if to belive such story.
This story will be true to me and God.
Probably the best start would be then, when I was about 11-12 years old, and it was my first time going to a spanish school, since I came to Spain without knowing any language like spanish or english.
But leaving everything behind, I want to share with you my story and how I found a way to find back my faith which was losts for a period of time.
Probably 2 months later when I was in Spain, I was supposed to go to school at 9 AM, so my mom came at 7 AM to my room and was waiting til the exact hour to wake me up. But then, I woke up a bit and tried to sleep a bit more, but then, in that exact moment is when I saw the Death in my eyes.
Sounds crazy and unbelivable, however, I know what I saw.
Happened twice in a row to me, but good my mom was there, otherwise I would die while sleeping in my own bed. I was dead for about 20 seconds.
I did my calculation few years back then, and I discovered that the soul leaves the body after 1 minute, but not 20 or 30 seconds.
However, I'm afraid I can't tell you what I saw, because I feel like it would be forbidden to tell, but the only think I can say is, that in that day, I knew that I wouldn't need to be afraid of my future death.
After about 3 years, we moved twice, and one to a street called Nazaret here in my city. We lived there for about 5 years, however, during that time, strange things were happening, not only to me, but also to my whole family.
The first year we moved, everything started when I could predict the future through my dreams, however I couldn't control that at all (a friend called me psychic) This keeps happening though, usually in dreams or when I start thinking and enter my imagination, in the next few minutes, hours or days it happens again, the way I imagined.
I never could explain these things even to myself, to I let it be, however, the second year, was when everything started to go bad, not only to me but my whole family: we had trouble with the house, I had trouble in the school, others in work etc.
But I want to tell you here something, I barely say to anyone.
The place where I lived, Nazaret street, was haunted. Yes, it was haunted by a 8 year girl I always could see.
The thing was, I realized she isn't bad when we had to move in may this year.
The first time I saw her was outside and inside my room, watching me, black long hair, full white eyes and a small dress which looked like medieval kind thing, I barely can remember now.
But to make this story short, I always saw her, and noticed she "tried" to protect me from the bad spirit which was always around me, a 20 years old young man, black hair, blue eyes and always a black cape. I spoke to him once and asked:
Me: What do you want from me?
Man: I want you
That day I was only 15, and that's how the girl started to take more actions. I spoke with my mom about it, and told me it's a poor lost spirit looking for peace. My mom even suggested me to bless her, however, now I'm ashamed I didn't.
Things were getting pretty bad, it was yet in December 2008 when I was to my homeland Poland, for Christmas to my sis so she wouldn't be alone. I was getting worse at studies without any logical reasons, my family was always mad at something, and I felt like it was always my fault.
I lost my faith because of such stupid things that happened in my life. I blamed God for giving me a future I didn't want, I blamed him for everything.
On January this year I met a man who showed me something I will or might never feel: Love
His name is David and he was the only one to show me the beauty of this world. I always said: "I'm not emo, I'm just emotional" and yes I keep being so, however I guess it's my nature and I can't change it anymore.
On February, my Church planned to go to Lourdes in France, and I was doubtful if to go, however my friend said I should. It was hard decission since I lost my faith, and all I can say, I did make the right decission.
We went to Lourdes in France, such beautiful city with a story of Bernadette and how she met Virgin Mary. Until now I love the story, to read and hear it.
The first day in Lourdes we went to pray outside the Church. It was the cave/place where Bernadette met Virgin Mary, and I remember that day like it was yesterday.
While all my companions were all cold, me, standing and praying, I could feel something warm upon my hands, like somebody would touch me - That day I knew it was Mary, coming to me knowing I needed help even if such things are stupid, but yet, are painful in life.
Sad thing was, 2 weeks later after Lourdes, I discovered a "friend" died at age 20 because of Cancer. She was an angel, but I didn't blame God or anything. I just knew the life is too painful.
The nights I cried you can't even imagine.
This is my story, and here and now, you decide if to belive such story.
This story will be true to me and God.