I should start off by saying I was one that didn’t believe in such things as apparitions, or saints. Just in the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. John14:6 Jesus said, ”I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

It has been eighteen years since the visitation occurred, and I knew that I had to tell my story about how this encounter has impacted my life. I’ve always believed that I shouldn’t have to tell people who I am, that they should just see me for who I truly represent if they are spiritually gifted and or God reveals me to them, either by what I say, and do, when it comes to the wisdom, knowledge and understanding of anything pertaining to God and creation (The world and everything that dwells in it, even to the Bible). This is the appointed time for me to tell my story. I was so afraid that I procrastinated; I couldn’t write my blog. I felt a blockage every time I’d try to blog and that was the fear in me for some unknown reason. My prayer every morning when I wake up is Psalm 27 The Lord is my light and my salvation whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life of whom shall I be afraid?… When we are fearful it is like saying to God,” I don’t trust you,” although deep within your soul you feel it is something you know that God has called you to do. Throughout all your life the signs were there, but you just kept on missing them or ignoring them, hoping you’ll never have to pass by or see them again.

It all began one morning at sunrise around 5am. I recall it to be a Tuesday morning on the twelve of May. My sister had just passed away almost five months ago and I would always be afraid, since my sister died, to be left alone. My husband left for work every night a twelve o’clock and I would always feel my sister’s presence around me. I would hear my sister speaking to me and at one time she appeared to me. One night I heard her voice said, ”go close the window,” I got out of my bed and sure enough, the window was wide open. It got so bad with me hearing and seeing her all the time that I screamed at her one day, ” you have got to stop this, you are scaring me” and it stopped. This particular morning was one that I had believed that I was being abducted by aliens, because as the sun had risen it had looked like it came into my room as the biggest ball of light I have ever seen and it lit up my room like the lighting of a stage, so bright it can blind you. Watching so many movies and documentaries on alien abduction, I was convinced in my mind, this is what is happening to me. I started to do what I know best pray like I’ve never prayed before. The ball of light stood at the foot of the bed shimmering then it began to dance around and as I thought to myself this is what happens to people when they are abducted, sorry for not believing. The ball of light began to speak to me, ”don’t be afraid,” I thought to myself,” don’t be afraid, when I could feel my heart beating, like out my chest.” The voice was soft and hypnotic, the fear was gone. Once my fear was gone the light turned into a beautiful woman of no color. She was made of light and joined by two other women. They all knelt down at my bedside and prayed. When they got up, they became one again and she spoke to me with her mind not her mouth and there was a peace that filled the room, that put me into a tranquil state of mind. Once I had reached that point the ball of light came into me and disappeared. The sun was shinning the sky was blue and everything was back to normal. It was time to get the children ready for school.