My faith is rock solid. I have dreamed that I was crucified and Jesus was hanging next to me on his cross. I have seen an angel in the form of a bright white great light after prayer. I believe, therefore I see. A lot. There is more to say, but maybe someday later.

Others have seen the blue orb or flashes of light in the house with their own eyes.  

I am a sucker for science, history, philosophy, facts, laws. One of the reasons as well I never had a single doubt in my faith. Scientists, archaeologists, and historians all agree that the bible is the most accurate historical book that has ever been written. It is not a book that is based upon mythological figures, or fairytales.

There is textual evidence that is proof. The bible and science are not enemies, they blend perfectly. Isaac Newton (credited with discovering the Law of Gravity, the three laws of universial motion, and his refinement of calculus into a comprehensive branch of mathematics believed the bible to authenticate itself better than any other historical record ever written.

Newton was considered to be vegetarian, a fervent animal lover and credited with the invention of cat doors - the special doors or flaps that allow cats to enter and leave a house (Ryder, 1998, p. 15). Plato (considered the first true philosopher) was a friend of Newton, also did not eat meat. Neither did Socrates (founding father of Western philosophy), Einstein (brilliant physicist), 

Tesla (father of the modern electricity), Hippocrates (father of medicine, the Hippocratic Oath is an oath of ethics historically taken by physicians till this very day), Pythagoras (Pythagoras'( mathematical) law), Da Vinci (Renaissance genius)and Tolstoy (giant of Russian literature). 

 The suffering and death of animals did not come with God's good original creation, but only later as a consequence of human sin. There are no slaughterhouses in the Heavens but in hell. Everything is energy as Tesla knew so well. So why consume and feed death and torture, putting this energy into your body that is a temple. You become what you eat as science says. 
The Garden of Eden is still on this planet, the earth is the garden of Eden (Genesis 2:10-14!). But by using our free will to turn this planet into one big slaughterhouse, does not invite God to come back and live with us again. So we have the holy spirit, a communication line. And the spirit likes to enter a clean house, a clean temple (body), not a tomb. Think about that.

I had a friend of mine measure the energy where I sit most often when I pray. 2014. 

From Jacob's ladder we know angels descend up and down earth. That they listen to God. That you do not pray to angels and they surely won't listen either. If you pray to an angel and you get a reply, congratulations, you just summoned a demon. Angels are in service of God. Your phone line is the Holy Spirit. 

If you make that phone call to God, he dispatches an angel. Now take note; one angel alone, had the strength to remove the stone covering the tomb of Christ. One angel alone, slew in one evening 185000 Assyrians. Now that's a perfect companion if you ask me. 

Angel After Prayer

2008 ~ I saw an angel (Split, Podstrana) after praying and asking for help (I was afraid). It appeared as a huge, serene figure, radiating white light, with medium-length hair, wearing what resembled a 'dress.' It was male, barefoot, and it covered me with its massive wings. As soon as I realized that what I was afraid of was something not of this world—something I could not confront—I specifically and directly asked God to send help, an angel.

I was alone, sleeping in 'my room' on the ground floor, and everything was locked. I woke up to the sound of rattling windows, as if someone was trying to get in or checking if the windows were properly shut. I felt uneasy. But then I started hearing this noise at every window frame, and I began to think that someone was genuinely trying to break in. I thought to myself: The heavy materials are at the door. Where is the axe? What should I grab to confront this?

Then, I heard footsteps in the hallway—it was inside. I thought it was my father, but suddenly, I heard him cough upstairs on the first floor, which was locked with a key. He couldn't have been on the ground floor. At that moment, I was truly terrified because the presence felt evil, and I recognized this energy. It was not of this world. It wasn't something human that I could confront. So, I prayed to God and asked Him to send me an angel for help.

The fear was replaced by an intense serenity when, within a second, this white angelic figure (approximately 2 meters tall) appeared in the room. It approached me, sat on my bed, and bowed, wrapping me in its wings. That moment marked the last time I ever felt fear—now, I "fear" only God.

Years later, my son took a picture of me in the same room one morning, just before we left for the beach. In the spot where the angel had stood, a blue glow appeared in the photograph. No flash was used, no lights were on, and no light entered from outside.

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. - Psalm 91:4

Company After Prayer

2009 ~ I prayed for company while I was in Wallonia (I was feeling 'depressed'). I went for a walk (see the picture below this text) and asked God or His angels to accompany me.

Depression overcame me as I was confronted with worldly matters—not because I desired them, but because I saw them being admired by those I loved. Someone I knew had everything: many friends, wealth, property, and overall success. Meanwhile, I was growing older and still had 'none' of these earthly achievements.

Then, He asked me a single question:  Would you trade everything that person has for what you have?

I immediately said no, and in that moment, I understood. These things were all worldly, and none of them had faith. With that realization, the depression quickly lifted, and I began to enjoy the walk. As I walked and spoke, I stumbled upon a small church and felt an urge to go inside. Once inside, I had a strong feeling that I should sit down. However, I hesitated, afraid I might break the chair, so I didn't.

It was only after I got home that I noticed something remarkable. In the pictures taken where my emotions had been the strongest during that conversation, lights appeared in those very spots.

My Fatherland...

Haven't returned since my father went to my Father. What kinda Fatherland is it without your father and stripped off the home we were suppose to share. 'They lie to you because the truth might provoke you to make choices that won't serve their interests'... Proverbs 19:26 Whoever robs their father and drives out their mother is a child who brings shame and disgrace.

My faith was firmly established and deeply rooted, thanks to the many moments I spent in the Dalmatian mountains as a child, even before I spent time with the nuns there. I had a wonderful time with them, for which I am very grateful. Everyone leaves behind a memory.

I am not Catholic because I do not observe human traditions. Constantine did more harm than good by turning Christianity into a melting pot of customs from the worship of the sun deity. I don't celebrate my birthday, just as none of the apostles celebrated theirs.

For me, the birth of Christ falls in June, based on the calculations of astronomers and references in the Bible. While I join in the festivities in December for the sake of family, I believe the only truly Christian aspect of Christmas as it is celebrated today is the togetherness it fosters.

I am not a preacher—I am a doer. "Noah didn't stop building the ark to explain himself to every doubter and hater. He kept building and let the rain do the talking."

Geen woorden maar daden

De een is bang voor de dood,
de ander is bang alleen te zijn,
de ander is bang voor ziektes.
Vertrouwen in God is er niet,
want angst overheerst.
Zwakheden worden verdedigd zoals vraatzucht.
Het doden van dieren hoort bij de natuur is zo'n argument.
Maar wat een contradictie is dat wanneer ze zich volpompen met medicatie om hun leven onnatuurlijk te verlengen, omdat het leven onnatuurlijk geleefd wordt.

Celibate Life

Nobody is as badass as Jesus is. The fiery rider, with flames of Justice blazing thru his eyes.

I am smitten with Jesus, I really am. Always was, always will be. Nobody is as badass as he is.

The Rider on the White Horse Rev 19:12 Then I saw heaven standing open, and there before me was a white horse. And its rider is called Faithful and True. With righteousness He judges and wages war. He has eyes like blazing fire, and many royal crowns on His head. He has a name written on Him that only He Himself knows. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and His name is The Word of God...

Most memorable dreams

Jesus on the Cross - 2005

It was a difficult time. That night, I dreamed of being hanged on the cross. I was struck in the face multiple times with a whip, and I felt the blood dripping from my face. Yet, it did not hurt—only my heart ached.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a man hanging. Slowly, I lifted my head and turned to my right. There, I saw Jesus on His cross, hanging beside me. He looked at me, His eyes filled with peace, surrounded by a gentle white light. Blood covered His face, head, and hands. He smiled, then lowered His head and died.

He died peacefully, as the pain was insignificant compared to the love that prevailed—a silent suffering, not for Himself, but for others who did not understand what they were doing. Out of love, we endure all. It is clear that Jesus knew exactly why He was dying. His last words could never have been, "Father, why have You forsaken Me?"

2008 ~ Compassion, Gods pink napkin

It felt as though I was flying invisibly over the world, witnessing various sceneries. At one moment, I was soaring among the clouds; the next, through forests; and then by a creek, where Shaolin monks dressed in orange robes leapt simultaneously out of the water, each as if they had caught something separate in the air.

Suddenly, I found myself in the vast universe, surrounded by stars. I watched as an old, kindly man with a bald head, resembling Lao Tzu, appeared in a monk's robe. He gently picked up the oceans and greenery of Mother Earth from the globe, pulling it toward himself as though it were a blanket. Smiling softly, he wrapped it up, and it grew smaller and smaller until the blanket transformed into a pink napkin in his hands.

When he closed his hands around the napkin and then reopened them, the napkin had turned into a delicate pink butterfly, which fluttered away. It was compassion.

1999 ~ Dream of seven years

It was November 1999, and I dreamed that I was in my old parents' house, in my childhood bedroom. I was alone; no one else was there. I had turned off all the lights because there were seven tall men in the garden, walking around the house. I felt slightly afraid and carefully peeked behind the curtain of my window.

Eventually, I decided to confront my fear—I couldn't wait in the dark any longer. I went downstairs and opened the back door. As I opened it, I was stabbed in the hand seven times. I pulled my hand back and saw seven wounds—seven cuts, bleeding. Then, one of the men outside, the one who had been waiting behind the door, stepped forward. He extended his hand and laid it gently on mine. He caressed my hand with his, and I watched as the seven wounds healed and disappeared.

I wanted to see the face of this man, this shadowy figure in a garment who had healed my hand—but just as I was about to, I woke up.

2005 ~ Dream of the bloody bride

In the dream, I watched a bride running from her pursuers—men who wanted to kill her. At first, she ran beside a pool, then across hills, and finally toward the highest mountain. She kept running until she stopped.

At that moment, it was as if I was no longer observing from above but standing right beside her. She turned to look at me, and then she turned away. That's when I saw it—the entire back of her beautiful white gown was stained red. She had been stabbed multiple times, and the blood had soaked through, turning the back of her dress completely red.

The men approached her, and she glanced at me for a brief second. Then, she spread her arms, turned to face her pursuers, and let herself fall from the mountain into the ocean below. She leapt toward her own death.

When her body hit the water, the entire ocean turned red.

Dream when I was a child ~ dreaming of a rainbow waterfall in the clouds

This dream took place when I was a small child. I dreamed that I was on a school outing with all the other children. We were walking among hills, and while the others were playing and chatting, I was immersed in the beauty of nature.

At some point, I decided to separate myself from the group. I climbed up a big hill, and there, my eyes caught sight of the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in a dream—it was magical. High in the air was a massive heart-shaped cloud. From the center of the heart, water cascaded down in vibrant colors, resembling a rainbow.

I felt as though I had been gazing at this breathtaking scene for ages when I woke up. The entire dream had been spent marveling at this magnificent sight. It was so beautiful that I've never forgotten it.

2008 ~ Struck and followed by lightening

It was dark outside, and an immense energy filled the air. A powerful bolt of lightning—unlike anything I had ever seen before—struck me. It felt as though all the power in the universe had been concentrated within it. I tried to escape, but the lightning followed me relentlessly. I ran toward a massive tree, hoping it would strike the tree instead, but there was no escape. No matter where I ran, it pursued me.

It felt as though I was magnetic, and the lightning was drawn to me. When I looked behind, I saw magnetic lightning helixes trailing wherever I had walked, resembling the path left by fire when oil fuels it. As I turned to look again, I saw that everything I had passed was ablaze. A sea of flames chased after me, and within the fire, I could make out a face, as though the flames were being led.

Yet, it wasn't a frightening dream. It was intense and powerful, as if forces were competing in a profound, cosmic struggle.

2004 ~ Stepping out of a dream

I was at my mother's house. As I entered, the door opened on its own, the lights turned on, and music began to play. It felt as though the universe itself was welcoming me, embracing me with each step I took.

Suddenly, I was attacked by my sister. She tried to strangle me by choking me. (No, we have no arguments.) But it wasn't truly her—it felt as though she was possessed by something else. I sensed an immense, powerful force. Yet, instead of succumbing to fear, I laughed.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the front door was open, but no one was there in the darkness. Still, I could feel a presence lingering. I laughed again and said, I am stronger than you. I added, Watch me.

Then, as I pulled myself out of the dream, I opened my eyes, still laughing, and declared aloud: You see, I am stronger than you.

2023 - shooting a hunter between the eyes

In the dream, I was walking outside with others in a field. Innocent people and animals were present. Suddenly, someone began slaughtering the animals, blasting them to pieces. The people around me didn't seem surprised, as if this was normal to them. I watched the animals explode, their white fur stained with blood. I asked the humans and the hunter why they were doing this, but they showed no empathy.

Then, without emotion but with firm decisiveness, I sank to my knees, aimed my rifle at the hunter's head, and fired a precise shot between his eyes. The hunter died instantly. In the dream, I acted with calm rationality, my movements guided by muscle memory. Yet, when I woke up, the contrast was stark—my heartbeat was racing and didn't settle for at least ten minutes.

I believe in the power of dreams and their symbolism, rather than their literal meaning. The internet provided an interpretation that resonates with me:

"This dream is not about any actual violence. Instead, it is a literal illustration of the figurative expression, 'shot between the eyes.' The metaphor refers to hitting something directly on the mark or making exactly the point you wanted to make in an argument. It can refer to any achievement where you did something precisely right, often in competition with an opponent. This dream likely reflects something you achieved or hope to achieve, probably in a competitive context."

Two days later another ('violent') dream...

Four men whispered, then ridiculed, then intimidated, and finally threatened me. When they surrounded me, I asked, "Alright, are we going to Pencak?" (Are we going to fight silat style?) And then, I fought them and won. I woke up feeling satisfied.

...Days later...

Well, I keep fighting people in my dreams—not innocent people, of course. It feels good. I've also had nightmares. In one of them, I woke up drenched in sweat, and suddenly, the TV in the living room turned on by itself.

But it doesn't matter. I will win. In this life and the next. Fuck you, Satan.

2023 - old love

I dreamed about someone I loved. He was sitting naked at the water's edge—something he was always very comfortable with. I could only see his reflection in the water, along with the image of his motorcycle.

As I stood there, I read a handwritten note he had sent me. In it, he expressed regret for his immaturity at the time.

2025 - Jumping off a mountain

The mountain was incredibly steep, yet, standing on that high peak, I felt no fear. I steadied myself, took position, and leapt down—aiming to grab hold of various spots along the way to descend partway. Despite the daunting height, I remained calm, fully assured of my success.

2024 - dreaming of wars

Ever since I was little, I've had dreams about wars. Some were wars between angels, while others were about being in the midst of a war myself—trying to lead my family, including our pets, across the border to safety. In these dreams, I was always the one leading. Sometimes, the car would end up in the water, and I'd decide who my father could save so that I could save the others.

In this particular dream, it was another war. The composition of my family was the same as when I was a child, but in the dream, I was an adult. I was strong and in peak condition, helping everyone navigate up and down a mountain—even my father.

(My father, in real life, once saved someone's life. That person later said they were glad he was dead. This is how humanity can be—ungrateful and self-centered.)

2023 Protecting mum from a lion

In my dream, I was standing beside my mother when a massive lion came charging toward us in slow motion. Its mane swayed back and forth with each stride, its head imposing and adorned with large, fearsome tusks.

When the lion was only about four meters away, I forced myself to overcome my fear. I pushed my mother behind me and confronted the beast. Taking a threatening stance, I shook my hair loose and locked eyes with the lion. Fear gave way to anger and a sense of dominance.

I declared with unwavering certainty, "My Father is God. He shall protect me, and I shall slay you like Samson if you continue."

Foretell dream in 2006

I think it was 2006, maybe 2005. Someone had drifted out of my sight, and I needed to understand what was happening. I prayed to the Lord, asking Him to reveal the truth to me. That night, I dreamed of a naked peacock.

In the dream, I was walking through the hills and found feathers from a peacock scattered all around me. I searched for the bird and eventually saw it standing in the distance, naked, its head bowed in shame. The sight was heart-wrenching.

I began gathering the feathers. Once I had collected them all, I approached the peacock and placed them gently in front of it. I avoided looking at it directly, but from the corner of my eye, I could see that it was grateful.

When I woke up, I understood. It was pride. I had wounded this person's pride. For them, that pride was so significant that those feathers symbolized their very essence. However, as the wise know, it is not feathers alone that make fine birds.

(This, by the way, is called the gift of discernment. We will discover it—dreaming it, feeling it, seeing it. God reveals to us what is happening.)

Sharks

I used to always have nightmares about sharks. In these dreams, they would devour everyone around me and then swim toward me—right before I woke up.

One night, I decided to confront my fear and allowed the shark to approach me. But instead of attacking, it didn't harm me. It swam beside me, and I reached out, holding on to its fin. Together, we swam peacefully.

That was the last nightmare I ever had about sharks.

2005 ~ Dream of angel Gabriel

I asked God to allow me to speak with Gabriel. In my dream, Gabriel came to me, and we had a conversation—or rather, he spoke while I listened—for what felt like many hours. It was a long night, and the answers he gave were not the ones I had hoped for.

When I woke up, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom, overwhelmed with the urge to throw up. Gabriel had announced a loss.

What's intriguing is what happened just before I fell asleep. Deep into the night, I was suddenly awakened by a flash of light in the room. No cars passed by, no outside source could explain it. Shortly after, I fell asleep, and the conversation with Gabriel, which seemed to stretch for ages, took place.

1994 ~ Visit from a dead friend

He committed suicide. I had no idea about his mental state at the time—he had hidden it from me, and we were both so young. He was always helpful and cheerful, and I loved him deeply as a friend. He was Italian and didn't believe in God.

When I visited his grave alone, I laid roses on it—a big bouquet filled with symbolic meanings: friendship, love, and peace. I included a card with angels on it, even though he didn't believe. I cried for days, asking myself, Where will he end up?

That night, I cried myself to sleep. In my dream, he came to me, emerging from a soft, white light that surrounded us both. He walked toward me, embraced me, and held me tightly. As we hugged, I felt my tear roll down his cheek. He looked at me, smiled, and said, "It's good here."

When I woke up, I was filled with a sense of peace.

2022 a recurring dream, once in so many years

The dream takes place deep in the sea, yet the starting point is always the same. I find myself standing at a crossroads, half submerged in the water. To my right is Turkey, and to my left is Malta. Every time, I avoid Turkey and begin my journey underwater, walking along the ocean floor—not swimming—toward Malta.

It's a strange experience. There is always someone with me, a presence who protects, guides, and loves me. Yet, I have never seen who it is—a patron.

Interestingly, in real life, I find the depths of the sea terrifying.

2007 ~ A church in Croatia

There are four places that I consistently revisit in my dreams: the mountains, the woods, my parental home (my mother's house), and a church.

In one particular dream, I wanted to grab a snack. Deliberately, I went to a place I had visited before in my dreams, where I knew I could eat—it was the church. This church has become a familiar location in my dreams. Imagine falling asleep, dreaming about hunger, and intentionally returning to a place you have dreamed about before. I went inside, sat at the same table as before, and ate.

In another dream, I was once again in the church. It was dark as I entered, passing by a large statue. It was the church in Split (Croatia-Dalmatia), and the statue was Gregory of Nin.

Another recurring dream involves a single rope. The rope hangs from heaven, and while in the dream, I don't question how unusual it is for a rope to serve as my vessel. With it, I cross the ocean, visit relatives, and escape enemies. By gripping the rope, I make a single, immense leap into the air, traveling miles away, even walking on walls as I descend.

Aztlan

In 2005, I had a dream where I was standing on a mountain. The next day, I discovered that this place was called Machu Picchu, in Peru. In the dream, I stood on the mountain, surrounded by clouds that were filled with tiny, colorful lights.

The lights danced gracefully within the clouds, their soft hues of yellow, green, blue, pink, white, and orange swirling around and above me. As I stepped closer to one of the clouds and reached out, the lights within it gathered together, clinking softly, as though they were playing. When I tried to touch them, they eluded me—sweet, playful, and kind, like children.

Inspired by this dream, I wrote a poem, calling the lights "the children of the rainbow." While searching for an image to accompany it, I instead came across another poem, written by a native warrior. This poem deeply resonated with me, lingering in my thoughts for a year. Eventually, I sent a letter introducing myself to the warrior—who, as it turned out, was an Aztlan warrior—because the dream and his words remained vivid in my mind.

1998 ~ Dreaming of Hell cause of a Sin

I was a young girl when I had this dream, if I recall correctly. Like many young women, I was focused on my appearance—I went to the tanning salon every week and indulged in my looks. At the time, there was a promotion in a store where gold was being sold at very low prices. I bought jewelry every week, and just as often, I spent money getting it repaired. I was caught up in a gold frenzy.

Then came the dream. In it, I was walking into a dark cave with many entrances. At the center stood the devil—a tall, thin, hairy figure. He grabbed me, and I tried to escape, pushing against him, but he held me tightly. One of his long, hairy arms gripped mine firmly. In desperation, I bit his arm to free myself. His flesh was soft, and as I bit into it, a piece of his arm came away in my mouth. It immediately began to rot, turning into worms.

The smell and the sensation in my mouth were so revolting that I started to throw up. As I did, he released me. But what I vomited wasn't ordinary—it was jewelry.

When I woke up, I understood. I realized that I had been a sinner, even though I had convinced myself that I was simply enjoying those things. That dream marked the end of it. I never bought another piece of gold jewelry for myself again. That was in 1998.

God's patience with sinning people explained

22 March 2020 – I wondered why God is so patient with bad people. That night, I dreamed this:

A shepherd walked through the fields with his sheep, allowing them to graze freely while he watched over them. His flock nearby was safe, so he didn't need to worry about them. However, in the distance, he saw a field of hungry wolves waiting.

The shepherd called out to the sheep who had wandered off and separated themselves from the group. Some of these sheep resisted—they didn't want to turn back until they finally reached safety. The wolves, lurking, would have savagely torn them apart.

The shepherd loved his sheep and didn't want this fate for them, despite their stubbornness and foolishness. For the most stubborn and selfish sheep, he had to chase them down. He tripped several times, scratched and exhausted from shouting and running, pulling them back toward safety. But finally, far from his safe flock and worn out, the shepherd gave up on those who refused to follow. Shaking his head in sorrow, he let them go.

The wolves tore them apart.

2023 - Seeing my father again

In the dream, various scenes from my daily life unfolded—conversations here and there. Suddenly, I found myself walking through the city, and there he was—my father.

Dad? Is it you? Or just an uncanny doppelgänger?

"Virginia!" he called out, holding his arms wide open as he walked toward me with a broad smile.

"But who have we buried?" I asked, confused.

He replied, "You were the only one who cried for me for so long."

And then, I woke up. I didn't want to wake up—I wanted to stay in that dream longer, to talk to him, even just for a little while. These days, I wake straight from sleep, and it's so bittersweet.

In 2024, I dreamed of my dad again. They were sad dreams, where I longed to see him, not realizing in the moment that he's no longer here.

Job 33:15-18 "In a dream, for instance, a vision at night, when men and women are deep in sleep, fast asleep in their beds— God opens their ears and impresses them with warnings To turn them back from something bad they're planning, from some reckless choice, And keep them from an early grave, from the river of no return.

Extraordinary physical strength 

Sometime around 2018, I experienced something that completely took over me. I was in a headlock and had specifically told the person not to do that. When they did it anyway, I felt furious because my information was being used against me. I felt a kind of fire, an energy, rising from the ground through my feet, up my legs, and I let out a scream, deep from my gut. I don't know where that scream came from—an almost primal scream—and an explosion of energy was released, allowing me to lift the person off me and throw them against a wall. Very strange.

I also sometimes think about when my father passed away. I was so overwhelmed with grief that all the appliances in the house broke down at the same time. Nothing worked anymore, like the washing machine which broke down and flooded the kitchen. I was so cold, terribly cold, I chattered my teeth to bits. After the funeral, I had the washing machine checked, but nothing was broken. Is it me? Is it the Holy Spirit? I can't say anything sensible about it. If my intentions weren't pure and bound by justice, I might be inclined to think it was something demonic, but that can't be. I can only conclude that God can also be frightening, overwhelming, and extraordinarily powerful.

Materialisation

Materialization of money (1997 and 2005): Twice in my life, I experienced something extraordinary. Both times, I asked for money—not for myself, but for someone else. And both times, the exact amount I needed, down to the last cent (such as €326.74), was deposited into my bank account.

These events were witnessed by two people: my ex-partner and my lawyer. On both occasions, I had used my own rent money to pay for things, leaving me completely spent. Yet, exactly one week later, the precise amount I had spent was deposited into my account.

Strangely, the transactions were made by very large companies, but when investigated, the transactions couldn't be found in their systems. Not a single cent of this money was kept for myself—it was always passed on to the person who needed it.

Unidentified flying object

If your brain sees something and you determine it's neither an airplane, drone, bird, nor anything else identifiable, then it's simply an object that hasn't been identified. I've encountered unidentified objects a few times in my life.

1. Once, as a young teenager, I was sitting alone on a garden swing, stargazing. Suddenly, two objects flew over my head, completely silent, and then vanished out of sight.

2. Another time, when I was 30, I saw an unidentified object hovering over a busy traffic intersection in Rotterdam, near the Van Ghent Barracks. It was morning, and I was surprised that no one else seemed to notice it. I resisted grabbing my camera, fearing the object would disappear if I looked away, so instead, I just watched in fascination.

3. In 2019, around 2 or 3 in the morning, I was lying in bed next to my window, gazing at the moon and stars. I saw a UFO fly by and then disappear into a cloud. The sight gave me an unsettling feeling, so I immediately turned off my light. That's when I realized mine was the only light on—out of all the houses and flats, every other window was dark. It struck me that I was the only one awake, which horrified me. I wondered if I had been noticed. Suddenly, my bedroom window made a loud sound, as if intense pressure had been applied to all four corners at once. It sounded like a blast, and for a moment, I thought the window would shatter.

4. Also in 2019, I was on a flight home from Split to Rotterdam after visiting my ill father. The weather was terrible—rain, thunder, and lightning danced around the plane. The turbulence was so intense that the seatbelt sign remained on the entire flight, and the flight attendants looked visibly concerned. Watching the lightning illuminating the clouds, I asked myself if I was ready to die. I quickly realized that I was: my son was grown up and in a relationship, and my father was being cared for. The only thing left to worry about was my cat, but I trusted my mother or son would take good care of my little one. So yes, I was ready.

When I glanced out of the window, I saw enormous lights, like gigantic headlights in formation, completely stationary. Strangely, my brain dismissed it, reasoning, "Oh, it must be lights from the airport." And then I simply took a nap.

2014 – I saw three doors in the clouds. While feeding the birds, I was accustomed to watching them fly above my head. But this time, as I looked up, my eye caught sight of something extraordinary—three enormous doors in the sky. These weren't door-shaped clouds; they were actual doors, unmistakably vivid.

The fact that the doors were closed feels deeply symbolic.

Memorable Strangers

Angel Encounter (2005) I believe it was 2005. A non-Christian friend and I were collecting signatures for a cause, standing outside the library. At some point, an old man came out of the library, and I asked if he would sign the paper. He agreed at first but quickly realized the signature would be useless without an address. It turned out he was homeless.

He explained he was from Greece and shared how his mandolin had been stolen at the homeless shelter. All he had left was the jacket in his hands. He didn't want food or money—I offered him half of what I had, 5€, as I couldn't give more with a child to care for at home—but he declined. The only thing he accepted was a bit of water.

Then, he began to speak about profound topics: the evolution of humanity, the rise of cities, and the darkness behind human experimentation on animals. My friend joined in, and both of us became mesmerized, as though a vision was being revealed right before our eyes. There was something extraordinary about this man—his presence, his words. Even his appearance seemed to change; his gray hair seemed to turn silver as he spoke.

At one moment, I got distracted by someone who wanted to place their signature. When I looked back, the man was walking away. I called after him, "Is there anything I can do for you?" He turned, smiled, raised his hands toward the sky, and said, "God is Great."

When I got home, I prayed for him and opened my Bible. The first thing I saw written there were the words "God is Great." It left me in awe. How often does that exact phrase appear in the Bible? Maybe just once? Even my non-Christian friend remains convinced to this day that this was no ordinary man but an angel in disguise.

Heb 13:2 Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.

I had two encounters with real Tibetan monks—unexpected moments in the middle of the city, so far from their homeland, but they were visiting. One was in 2005 and the other in 2016. They were the only humans I've ever met who seemed to see everything and connect instantly, without the need for words.

In 2006, while I was in grief, I walked into a library. As soon as I entered, a dark-skinned man stood up from his chair, walked toward me, took my hand, and handed me a book. He said, "This is for you." The book was Mirrors of the Soul by Kahlil Gibran. The moment I held it, I felt instant relief.

I wish I had taken a moment to really look at the man's face. He was a stranger, but his gesture stayed with me.

Stories I Cannot Share

1994 - foretell dream that saved my life, you'd not understand
1998 - the car accident, you'd not understand

Relationship With God

I sinned once, deliberately, even though He warned me beforehand. And there was a time I was angry at God. His response was unexpected—He showered me with love. It felt like the way a parent holds their baby, kissing it over and over, simply because they find it so adorable, even if the baby resists.

God is a righteous judge.

March 2020 – My son baffled me that weekend. He shared some facts about a subject and, as it turned out, he thought I had done something questionable—well, not questionable, but simply wrong. I told him, "No, son, I did not. And if you had done something like that, we would have a problem. If you ever have doubts, always ask me. If I was wrong, correct me. If I ever do something unrighteous, I would lose the hotline with Dad."

Then I started thinking—I, too, have doubts and hadn't asked Dad directly about them. So I did.

"See, Dad, I was looking into Lot and what bothers me is that he offered his two virgin daughters."

>"Yes, LOT DID. I didn't. Lot did. What did I say to Abraham when he asked about sparing the righteous in Sodom?"

"You said, if there are 40, I will not destroy it."

>"If there are 30, I will not destroy it. If there are 10, I will not destroy it."

Hallucinations during MDMA

did some microdosing in the past as it would keep me up relaxed all night crafting (I don't use anything anymore and non, je ne regrette rien) you start to think like Boes Boes or... suddenly see the northern lights and keep looking (certainly not against the use of manna, example 1, example 2)

2021 - rage control

This dream came after I prayed for help in controlling my growing rage against the overwhelming injustice in the world. The lack of compassion disturbed me deeply—the way people continued their selfish ways despite the warnings and lessons of the pandemic. The sorrow, sadness, pain, and horrific deceit I saw around me were unbearable. I didn't want to push away the last few people still close to me, so I went to bed, praying for guidance.

In the dream, a little kitten suddenly appeared—a comforting presence. It turned out, within the dream, to be Michaela's sister. Though the kitten calmed me somewhat, I could still feel my anger smoldering beneath the surface. Then, a force came and restrained me. At first, I resisted. But then, I surrendered.

A presence held me gently in its arms, and as it did, I felt the rage leaving me—flowing out as if being drawn away. That presence stayed beside me, and when I woke up, I could still feel it near. I slept like a baby that night.

2004 A Night of Signs and Protection

It was around 2004 (though it might have been a year earlier). That week, I was training to prepare for a demonstration that had the potential to turn violent, as we were in the minority. The night before, I prayed, asking if an angel could accompany me that day.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of various birds singing one after the other. It was so unusual that I stayed awake, listening. Each bird took its turn, and when the last one finished, they joined in a choir together. It happened so suddenly, out of nowhere, and then the silence returned. It was as if they were announcing something. I drifted back to sleep.

Later that night, I woke up again because I heard someone in the living room, a floor below me. Someone was in my house. It wasn't an impossible thought—people, like journalists, had tried to intrude before. I considered pretending to be asleep if they came upstairs, but I realized that would be useless. So, I jumped out of bed, grabbed a stick, and ran down the stairs, kicking open the door. But there was no one there.

Then it hit me—I had prayed for an angel. I thanked the presence I felt. Before leaving the house that morning, I turned to my cat and asked God to bring me home safely. I can't remember what was written in the Bible when I opened it, but the answer I found was affirming.  That day, everything remained calm after all.