Sounds of Heaven Memoirs

1/14/1996

A book was given to me on “Blessings and Curses” that I read last weekend. The end of the book had a prayer to read it silently. If your heart was tugging at you and urging you to pray it aloud then follow the Holy Spirit’s lead and read it aloud. One was to complete the prayer and ask that any curses be removed and lifted. I completed the prayer last Sunday.
On Monday my newness of life began…This was the first of the “bleeps” to come to me. This is the only way to describe it. I am awake and a flash of a picture comes into my mind, it is ever so clear and vivid to me, as in the details.
I am in Vermilion and what I see is if I am on the west side of the bridge (the bridge you cross to go to McGarvey’s.) The sky is white and I see one bird in the sky…as this comes to be the presence I am feeling is calmness and peace, it was quite beautiful.
As the day progresses I am beginning to pray in tongues. This mostly occurs while I am praying my rosary. Somewhere during it, I am guided to go to my heart and hear and speak the words after the words come and I speak them. There is always a pause and in English, I am given the explanation of what was spoken on my lips. My life sees so much beauty when I look at life through the eyes of prayer. In the middle of total ciaos a calmness and peace comes through.
The next day as I awoke my second bleep comes to me. The same white sky, but not just one bird in the sky. This time there were a few (three, four, or 5) birds in this white sky. The same place the river between McGarvey’s and the other side (west side) of the river. I am looking down (meaning standing in the center of the bridge or if I am looking down and seeing what I am about to see taking place on the bridge itself…I see a big ball of flames, red and red-orange with smoke coming up, but not a lot of smoke. More flames that anything, red and red-orange in color. I keep wanting to write the word “bellowing.” These flames don’t have points to them but they are more of a rounded flame. Even though it is a fire, the way it is burning reminds me of a cloud.
Later this evening after my prayer time was completed I went to this journal to incorporate the definition of the word I wrote about earlier this day. “bellowing” my American Heritage Dictionary (my pocket calculator, spellcheck, dictionary, and thesaurus all in one) listed the word bellow as “to roar in the manner of a bull. To shout in a deep loud voice. The thesaurus listed this “roar, clamor, bawk, call, shout, cry, yell, holler, bawl, whoop, bluster, halloo, vociferate.”