Hi Everyone!
Please help me by giving Stan a warm welcome to the blog. Stan is the author of Blessed be me-There is a God. He has shared with me the following guest post.
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At age 14 my grandfather was dying and he said “If you pray every day, I will take care of you”. And he certainly has done a wonderful job. This book “Blessed be me, There is a God” are my lifelong experiences resulting from my guardian angel. There are 28 episodes in war, disease and danger that could have eliminated me. In addition my wife passed away a year ago and there has been a litany of experiences with angelical encounters. To provide a few samples my wife is currently living as an angel in my apartment. Angels when within your vision and they notice your attention will evaporate before your eyes. In order to overcome this complication my wife appears as an angelical lantern floating in the air from morning to night. I always wave to her as she floats by. She joins me in the shower, breakfast, dinner and even when I am in bed. There are times when the lantern goes into the covers and she will poke my arm with a finger several times but totally invisible. The lantern goes out under the pillow.
In the area of danger, war and disease I will relate three encounters.
In WWII I volunteered in 1943 at age 22 in the US Navy. I served in both
the Atlantic and Pacific campaigns. On one occasion I was up in the
rigging of the ship I slipped and fell through the air to be crushed on
the deck. In the middle of that event while falling a rope was placed in
my hand and stayed there as though glued. Immediately
I pulled myself to safety with both of my hands. Out of nowhere there
was a solution to avoid death. In 1956 my wife and I were living in
upstate New York and there was a severe epidemic of polio. I became ill
and diagnosed as having polio. They transferred
me to a contagious ward in Syracuse, New York. Upon entry I asked the
nurse “What do you do about polio?” she answered “Nothing”. The next
morning I awakened completely paralyzed on my right side and I said to
myself “If I leave here as half a man, I will
shoot myself”. At that moment the doors opened and a female doctor
walked in with white coat and stethoscope. She walked up to my bedside
and stated “I understand you have a problem”. An amazing comment
considering that I had not spoken to anyone. After a
little manipulation and questions she departed saying “You will be
alright”. As she walked out the regular nurse walked in and I asked her
“Who was that female doctor that just left”. She responded “We have no
female doctors in this hospital”. I pondered over
that communication and was surprised when in a short time I went home
cured. The female doctor obviously was an aid sent by my guardian angel
grandfather.
A final story pertains to a situation of danger while in the Pacific on
a naval vessel. In that particular year there were deathly hurricanes
in the broad ocean. Ships were breaking in half and the danger was
slowly moving towards us. We were constantly listening on the radio of
damage and death. From my experience I told the leaders that there is
such a phenomenon called “The eye of the hurricane”.
In description it would be an area approximately 2 or 1 mile diameter
that was peaceful like a piece of glass. As we talked we realized that
we didn’t know the location of the eye. It was a wonderful thought but
impossible to engage and we might as well put
it out of our minds. Soon there was a ruckus in the bow (forward end)
of the ship. We ran to that point with fear as to what we were about to
face. Instead we were already in the eye of the hurricane. My
grandfather brought safety to our ship and its content.
We circled for 2 days on the glass surface until the hurricane
subsided. A miracle indeed. As part of the preface of this book there is
an affidavit from the Polygraph Company who at my request tested me.
The affidavit provides evidence as to the veracity
of “Blessed be me, There is a God”. **************Thanks Stan for stopping by today!
Happy Reading!
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