John Mekki
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- Oct 1, 2012
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Hi all,
I am new in this forum, so I hope my story will not look out of topic here.
Back ten years ago, even little bit more, I was part of a Catholic praying group, a very serious one indeed, that gathered every Saturday night in a religious community with about twenty other people, mainly young ones.
The usual night was all about praying, listening to the teachings of the "spiritual mother" of the community, and "adoration", which was a special time in which people stayed in silence and meditation in front of an icon.
Sometimes, after that we had a small party and then came back home around 23.
So far nothing extremely particular, except for what happened one night, that I may remember for the rest of my life.
That night, after the usual praying time, there was a time of "adoration" in which we had to go in front of altar and meditate for a few seconds on front of a picture of the Holy Lady and then come back to our places.
After I did just that, while coming back to my place, I felt like someone pulling my jacket with some strenght.
I turned back and there was no one close to me, the closest person was at least one meter away.
I could not understand who may have pulled my jacket, so I asked one girl there, "did you pull my jacket?"
She looked at me staringly, and half joking she said "it may have been one of your pretenders".
I did not know what to think.
Driving home I discussed the fact with my brother, and he suggested me it had been the Holy Lady to pull my jacket.
Few weeks after, we had another teaching in the same place, it was a discussion about evilness in the world and how we tend to see only bad things in the world.
The "spiritual mother" said that Satan tries to make us think that only bad things happen in the world.
It was the period soon after September 11.
She said: "for example, some people do not understand why tragedies such as September 11 happen, but there is a reason for that.."
And she tried to explain that American people lived too lavishly and that somehow September 11 was a "reply" from God to this.
The week after I stopped to go to the meetings.
Still, sometimes I think about that night, and about who pulled my jacket.
Who could have been?
I could not see anyone so close to me to pull my jacket and there was no chair nor any other object where my jacket could have been get caught into.
It is true that in that period I was maybe hyper-sensitive, it was a though time of my life, but it is hard for me to imagine that I completely made it up by myself.
Or did I?
Any ideas?
I am new in this forum, so I hope my story will not look out of topic here.
Back ten years ago, even little bit more, I was part of a Catholic praying group, a very serious one indeed, that gathered every Saturday night in a religious community with about twenty other people, mainly young ones.
The usual night was all about praying, listening to the teachings of the "spiritual mother" of the community, and "adoration", which was a special time in which people stayed in silence and meditation in front of an icon.
Sometimes, after that we had a small party and then came back home around 23.
So far nothing extremely particular, except for what happened one night, that I may remember for the rest of my life.
That night, after the usual praying time, there was a time of "adoration" in which we had to go in front of altar and meditate for a few seconds on front of a picture of the Holy Lady and then come back to our places.
After I did just that, while coming back to my place, I felt like someone pulling my jacket with some strenght.
I turned back and there was no one close to me, the closest person was at least one meter away.
I could not understand who may have pulled my jacket, so I asked one girl there, "did you pull my jacket?"
She looked at me staringly, and half joking she said "it may have been one of your pretenders".
I did not know what to think.
Driving home I discussed the fact with my brother, and he suggested me it had been the Holy Lady to pull my jacket.
Few weeks after, we had another teaching in the same place, it was a discussion about evilness in the world and how we tend to see only bad things in the world.
The "spiritual mother" said that Satan tries to make us think that only bad things happen in the world.
It was the period soon after September 11.
She said: "for example, some people do not understand why tragedies such as September 11 happen, but there is a reason for that.."
And she tried to explain that American people lived too lavishly and that somehow September 11 was a "reply" from God to this.
The week after I stopped to go to the meetings.
Still, sometimes I think about that night, and about who pulled my jacket.
Who could have been?
I could not see anyone so close to me to pull my jacket and there was no chair nor any other object where my jacket could have been get caught into.
It is true that in that period I was maybe hyper-sensitive, it was a though time of my life, but it is hard for me to imagine that I completely made it up by myself.
Or did I?
Any ideas?