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A
little while ago, my husband had an astonishing experience,
which changed his entire spiritual beliefs in one go . . .
well . . . just about ! He’s happy enough for his experience
to be known. Bless him, he said he’d prefer for me to
write it, as I write a little better than he does, otherwise
he would have written it himself.
In
the past (I have to tell you) he always dismissed my remarks
about number prompts and Midwayers being everywhere, and always
ready and willing to help us. But millions of folk can’t
be wrong, I used to say.
Around
the time we moved to our new location, Phil was working with
a firm that did most roadworks, including the upkeep of the
two main roads (the N198 and N195) on this island of Corsica.
On this particular day, his job was to stand in the middle
of the road with a STOP/GO sign, as the hedge-trimming truck,
taking up half of the road, slowly cut away all the overgrown
greenery, and tree branches. (A few kilometres behind was
another colleague with a similar STOP/GO sign.)
Phil
had been doing this job for almost 2 weeks already, and felt
much more confident as he was now used to it. However, he
woke up on that morning with a funny feeling, but he ignored
it. Almost from the minute he picked up his sign, he started
to see many number prompts, and it was only 5 o’clock
in the morning. He saw too many prompts to keep count of !
They were mostly 1111, 111 and 444. By 10 AM he was starting
to become quite nervous. It didn’t feel as if the Midwayer’s
were simply trying to get his attention to say, ‘hello’
or anything lighthearted. So, throughout the rest of that
working day, Phil was on guard.
Work
finally finished and his guard was down. He already anticipated
having a cool dip in one of the natural pools before coming
home. He had to walk on the main road for a short distance
to get to his car. A huge lorry was slowly coming towards
him, but there was plenty of space on the road. Suddenly a
very clear and commanding voice warned him urgently: “Phil
! Get onto the grass verge now !”
It
was the kind of voice one didn’t hesitate to obey, and
he did exactly as the voice had ordered, despite the grass
verge being quite uncomfortable and difficult to walk on.
Then it happened, and with such speed, all witnesses had no
time to blink ! A young man came speeding from behind, seemingly
out of nowhere, smashed into the lorry, and ended up in a
bit of a mess at the exact point where Phil had only moments
earlier been standing !
The
lorry driver later told Phil how he’d noticed Phil jumping
onto the verge and found that a little strange. Then how shocked
he was when the car ploughed right onto the spot he’d
been standing. But Phil was still in shock to answer coherently,
saying only: “I had a warning ! An Angel warned me .
. . in my head, a voice !” The man in the car was quite
all right, and extremely glad no-one was hurt.
Later,
still in his shocked state, he asked a few times: “It’s
like what happened to you ! Was it my Angel warning me ?”
I answered: “No doubt about it Phil ! I reckon you had
Midwayer intervention ! Why ? I haven’t the foggiest
idea. That’s one not many can answer.”
Dear
George, I do hope it’s up to your standard !
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