From the Desk of George Barnard
January 26, 2009.
There were a few events during three time periods (some years, then
decades apart), that were strangely interconnected. During the first
time period, I regularly misbehaved by making fun of someone. The second
event frightened and embarrased the living daylights out
of me. The third event was a routine healing of a kind routine,
if being transported halfway across the world by your Midwayer Friends
can be called routine.
Beyond much doubt, it proved to me that the universe knows
precisely what will happen long-term, has a great memory, has an ideal
plan, also, and sets about teaching us worthwhile things.
She was a German nun who had spent much of her life teaching in a girls-only
primary school in the Netherlands; right there in the town where I was
born. She was deeply religious and greatly spiritual, and she was understood
to have contact with the saints. All that did not stop me
from regularly making fun of her when I was just five or six years old
in the 1940s.
I guess the universe paid me back for my unacceptable behavior
in the mid 1950s when she saw fit to hug me in public, not once,
but twice! Drats! Embarrassing! Hugged by a nun! Perhaps I would never
live it down. Then I got busy and forgot all about her.
In the early 1980s I turned up at her deathbed in Bavaria. She
was hardly recognizable. Lymph cancer had invaded almost all of her
body. I had seen that unusual white, fungus-like cancer
before. However, this poor soul was so full of painkillers, she hardly
knew who she was, and now she did not want to die. Her powerful mind
refused to let go. Celestials were waiting. Someone, whom she might
perchance recognize, had to tell her to let go, and let God.
Her story (two chapters of my book, In the Service of 11:11)
can be found here: http://board.1111progressgroup.org/viewtopic.php?p=121376#121376
, below the part 1 transmit. Enjoy.
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Toujours au Service de Michael.