- A Brad and Jeff Christmas Story...
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- Last year, shortly after Christmas, I was working in my kitchen. I
found an archived Jeff Rense/Brad Steiger show to listen to while I worked.
There were some Christmas stories, some pleasant banter, and then, suddenly,
Mario Lanza, was singing O Holy Night. I had never heard him sing this
song before.
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- O Holy Night was my mother's favorite Christmas carol.
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- Whenever I hear it, I am reminded of her. Also, she and I shared an
enthusiasm and admiration for Mario Lanza. She would allow me play Mario's
records at full volume, without complaining that it was "too loud."
This was not the case with some of my other musical choices.
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- My mother died in 1982. Because of an experience I'd had after my father
died, I had never allowed myself to really grieve for my mother. In fact,
I don't believe I'd ever really cried about her death.
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- But, Mario Lanza singing O Holy Night took me completely by surprise,
and I began to cry, and to think strongly about my mother and how much
I missed her; especially at Christmas.
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- Mario was singing, I was sobbing, but I was still carrying on...cleaning
up, putting things away.
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- I was in the pantry just off the kitchen when I suddenly became aware
of a loud, sort of roaring, noise. I stepped back into the kitchen to see
what was happening.
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- At first, I couldn't figure it out, but then I realized that the fan
to my over-the-range microwave oven had somehow turned on. I hit the button
to turn it off, but the fan continued to run. I hit it several more times...nothing.
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- I then began to hit all the switches in a small frenzy of frustration
and confusion, but nothing I tried would stop the fan. I couldn't unplug
the thing as the plug is at the back of a cupboard I cannot reach without
a chair.
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- Then, I noticed that I had goose bumps on my arms. I looked up at the
microwave and said "Mom, if this is you, would you please cut it out,
Please!" Then, I reached out and hit the fan button again. This time
it stopped.
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- I took a couple of deep breaths and then said "Mom, if that was
you, would you do it again so I'll know for sure?"
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- Well, of course nothing happened, so I don't know "for sure."
However, this is a newer house and we generally don't have anomalous electrical
events. And, if it really was my mother, she typically would have chuckled
at her joke and left, leaving me to puzzle it out for myself.
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- From M. Bryant
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- A Guardian Angel in a B&Q Car Park?
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- A few years ago I had been involved in a minor car accident which had
left me with a problem with my jaw joint and neck, I spent six months permanently
in a collar, this meant I was in a fair bit ofdiscomfort
and often felt quite miserable.
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- My youngest daughter had just had her cat stolen and because I had
bought the cat for her I felt very responsible for her sadness.
I decided that I would buy her a guinea-pig which she could keep
in an indoor cage so she knew where it was all the time. We bought the
creature and headed for B&Q, my husband parked the car and as the children
needed the loo he headed off with them and I, complete with neck collar
and attitude, grabbed a trolley and entered the shop on my own.
I quickly noticed a chap wandering around behind me but did not
feel uncomfortable at all. I picked up some large
bags of compost I "really needed" and struggled to get them on
the trolley, the chap asked if he could help but I refused saying I was
fine.
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- I then found the box I wanted for the Guinea-pig and picked it up turned
to put it on my trolley but it had gone. The chap
offered help again and again I refused. I went recollected
a trolley compost and box then headed for the check out. The chap was in
the next queue to me but I noticed he wasn't buying anything,
I paid and struggled to push my trolley out of the store,
at the exit I almost burst into tears as I couldn't remember where
the car was, just as this happened the same chap said very calmly "Now
will you let me help you?" Without waiting for an answer he took the
trolley and listened to me while I explained I couldn't remember where
the car or my family were. He just said "Thats why I'm here," "Don't worry."
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- We wandered around and he spotted my husband waving so headed over. He gave my husband the trolley and went to his car which
was right opposite ours, he laughed and said the box
would never fit in there, meaning our small Renaults boot, both my husband
and I laughed looked down and back up, in which time, a split second, another
car was parking in the space the chaps car had been, he had vanished. I remember he had such a nice face, but although he seemed
young he also seemed old. He had on a long leather black coat and a neat
style of dress, but I don't remember anything else about him, other than
a feeling of calm.
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- From Lindzi Graham
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- Our Friendly Ghost
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- Everybody has had at least one memorable Christmas and mine was back
in 1991. We had moved into our new house about six months earlier to find
many strange things occurring. Notably the cat would be the first thing
my dad would blame if something strange had occurred. This would become
a little inside joke when more strange things would occur.
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- This Christmas was going to be slightly different to any other Christmas
we have had before. This was the only time we had celebrated two Christmases
as we wanted to spend it at our house and then spend it at my grandparents
house a week or two later. As a child, having two Christmases was something
that doesn't occur very often, but not only were we to get a few more gifts,
but we would also have a chance to escape the often foggy area of rural
Suffolk in England to visit my grandparents in America where we would see
a lot more snow.
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- The build up to Christmas at our house was strange. We would return
from shopping and find things that have been moved around. On a few occasions
we would find our cassette tape player sitting directly at the top of the
stairs and we would pause for a moment and then would laugh while we said
"It must have been the cat. Sometimes we would come back home to find
a pair of brown shoes facing the front door and we had laughed once more
as we said it must have been the cat.
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- That early Christmas went by without too many more occurrences. Shortly
after, my sister and I decided to play a tape which had recordings of us
being rather silly, but this time we had something new that seemed to be
on the tape which was never there before. The voice of my English grandma
who had passed away just over a year previously began to speak. She basically
said hello and how we were doing. My sister was spooked and instantly stopped
the tape and threw it across the room. At the time for some reason I had
thought it was part of the tape and she reminded me that it had never been
there before.
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- During the Christmas holiday we spent in America, we had a family look
after our house as well as the cat. They left a note for us when we had
returned. The note really just thanked us for allowing them to look after
the place, but it had a little postscript note at the bottom which said
"Either your cat can walk in those brown shoes or you have a ghost
in your house. We then laughed and agreed it was our friendly ghost.
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- From Daniel
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- Spirit Reveals A True Identity
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- My daddy died on December 22, 1997. He was buried on Christmas Eve.
Somehow, there was a small comfort in that since Christmas was dad's favorite
holiday. But, my dad left this world before he was able to tell me the
truth of my birth and parentage. He had tried many times but strokes had
damaged his speech and we couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
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- I've dreamt of dad often. But, one night I had a dream visitation from
him. In the visit with my dad, we were in the spirit realm. He was telling
me that I would soon know the truth about my birth. I argued with him and
even mentioned the fact that he was dead. How could I know the truth? Why
couldn't he just tell me now? Why must I wait?
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- Dad told me that he was not allowed to tell me himself. But, he was
allowed to help certain circumstances come together on the earthly plane
for me to learn the truth. He told me that he was in the process of making
it all come to pass. He told me that in a matter of months I would know.
I just had to be patient and trust that he was working behind the veil
that separates the earthly plane from the spiritual plane.
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- A few months went by. Out of the blue, I received an email from a cousin
I hadn't seen since I was 16 years old. She had moved to the next state
over from me and wanted to visit. She came up. Through her visit, I reconnected
with my Aunt who I hadn't even spoken to in over a decade.
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- One day we talked about my birth. My aunt had been 10 years old when
I was born. I could tell that she knew something but was reluctant to say
anything. I begged her to please tell me the truth. She did.
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- As it turned out, I was the daughter of my dad and another aunt. My
grandparents were to raise me as their own along with another cousin who
had been born 7 weeks before I was. Since both daughters were unmarried
at the times of our births, they gave up custody to their parents. Since
my cousin and I were born 7 weeks apart, Granddad decided we would be raised
as fraternal twins. They named the first granddaughter Marilyn, and the
second Marian. We both were given the birthdate of the first born"November
10th.
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- Granddad's plans to raise us together went awry one night when my true
birth mother came to get her daughter Marian. Marian was a miracle child
in that she was born under 5 pounds and was not expected to make it. They
called her the Christmas Baby since she was born on December 29th.
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- The night she came to pick up her daughter, Granddad went upstairs
to the crib where the both of us slept. He made a decision that night that
would affect us all forever. He picked up Marilyn instead of Marian and
gave her to his daughter. She left with her and the family found out later
that she had sold the little girl that night.
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- I assumed the identity of Marilyn, born November 10th. My biological
dad and the mother of the true Marilyn eventually married and they raised
me. I was terribly abused at the hands of my mom and never knew why.
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- Now I know. I am the "Christmas Baby" Marian who was born
on December 29th. This year I will celebrate my true birthday for the first
time ever. And just to think, all of this came about because dad told me
in the dream visit that he'd be working from the world of the spirit to
cause the truth to be known by me. Thank you Dad. Merry Christmas from
your Christmas Baby.~Marian
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- I've never used the name Marian before, since I have always been known
as Marilyn. But, this time I want to be credited with my true birth name--Marian.
It only seems proper since my Dad told me that he was working to help me
to learn the truth. Thank you!~Marian
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- Something
Was Trying To Steal The Tree!
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- I used to live in a Haunted house. My family still owns it and my mother
still lives there to this day. When I was growing up a lot paranormal high-strangeness
used to follow me around and I always blamed that house. It was as if something
in the house was provoking all the other phenomena in the world to target
me. But then there was one incident, on Christmas Eve that made me think
whether the phenomena was coming from the house or whether it was just
attracted to the house. I was ten at the time and my Mother would always
set up the tree in the living room, and directly in front of it was a huge,
plush sofa.
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- That night I decided I was going to sleep on the couch and wait for
Santa. I can't remember if I actually believed he would come or if I did
it just for the fun, but as I nestled into the couch I started to get an
ominous feeling from the tree. I lay there staring at it for sometime before
finally dozing off. I don't know why I felt that way because I had never
felt like that before. It was as if I sensed an odd pervasiveness coming
from the tree itself which seemed ridiculous at the time, but as I get
older I start to trust my intuition a lot more, and I should have taken
that as a sign. I was awakened by the sound of tinkling and when I opened
my eyes I saw the tree looming over me, shaking violently. The ornaments
were falling off or shaking haphazardly and then just as quickly as it
started it stopped. I stared at the tree waiting for it to happen again,
but instead, from the darkness behind the tree I saw a shadow. Whatever
it was, it wore a dingy red Santa suit, only it was not quite like the
one we are all familiar with. This one was made out of a red pelt and the
fur trim was tinged with black spots. This thing was one great, dark shadow
and the hat on it's head grazed the ceiling. It had to be at the least
10 feet tall!!!
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- The scariest thing of all was that this thing had its arms wrapped
around the tree and from what I could make of its left hand which was directly
in my line of view, was that it was completely pitch black. I could not
make out any eyes but I knew it was staring at me. To this day, to think
of it is to conjure images of the Grinch, only with dark hair instead of
green and a whole lot taller. I do not recall saying a thing. I was completely
paralyzed watching this thing watch me. After what felt like an eternity
but may very well have been a few minutes, the thing took its arms from
around the tree and the tree dropped and that's when I realized that it
must have been carrying the tree off the floor. As I watched it it slowly
crouched behind the tree, farther and farther back until it was barely
visible. The whole time this was happening, I never got a sense of evil
from it. Yes, I was afraid, but I did not think it would harm me. Nor did
I think it was Santa Claus. But oddly enough, I did get a feeling of sadness.
To this day I cannot explain why. I fell asleep and when I awoke the next
morning the tree seemed fine and the ornaments were in their place and
I started to think that perhaps I had dreamed it all up. An hour or so
later my family and I gathered around the tree to open our gifts and when
my mother got to the back of the tree she stopped suddenly and had a perplexed
look on her face. Apparently there was a pile of broken ornaments stuffed
behind the tree in a neat pile, and no one would admit to putting them
there. But just seeing them sent shivers down my spine, and I cannot say
for sure, not even today, whether what I saw was real or not, and most
importantly, whether IT left the ornaments back there. But this is all
100% true!
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- HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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- From Tina
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- Christmas Tree Fairies
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- My very favorite parts of Christmas is the lights on the tree. We put
our tree up the day before Thanksgiving And we leave it up long past the
first of January. We do that for one reason. So dearly do we love the Christmas
tree lights.
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- Oh how beautiful they are in their dress of many colored splendor.
In the dark at night each light seems to have a magic all it's own.
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- One night I decided to sleep on the couch. Just so I could watch the
lights till I fell asleep.
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- As I fell asleep I had a sort of waking dream. One so real.
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- It made my normal reality seem like the dream. I seem to be falling
threw time and space. I was falling into and threw layers of beautiful
color. Theses were no ordinary colors. They were alive with meaning. Then
I opened my eye in my dream. I was still asleep but wide awake. There before
me was most wondrous sight. Unbelievably beautiful. Every light had become
a dancing fairy. Not just the Christmas tree lights. Every light in the
room and turned into a beautiful colored dancing fairy. They were alive
and there dancing was beautiful. The room was full of magic. For me it
was a miracle to see this. It was my favorite Christmas. It touched my
heart like no other Christmas. Just the memory of it brings tears to my
eyes. How great it is to know that there are so many levels of beauty and
truth. We are a part of something greater than we know. And for the most
part unknown to us. Those beautiful fairies have never returned. The memory
of that special night has brought has brought joy every Christmas. And
the light and love that came from it will live for ever in my heart.
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- From Marie
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- I was living in a very lightweight trailer on the top of a hill...in
fact, it was the last hill before the Atlantic Ocean...Stunning views but
not so good for freak gale force winds...! I mean... this 'thing',... whatever
it was, was not forecast...it came from nowhere... and being totally exposed
to the sea, less than 2 miles away...I could hear this ' thing' build over
the ocean...it started with a low rumble and just got louder and louder
and louder and louder... by this time the scenery around me was taking
on a whole new angle and a lot of it was headed towards me and the 7 dogs
and 4 cats I was sharing my quarters with !!! Luckily, the forest beside
my trusty trailer decided to fell itself away from us... Thinking about
it...that was a miracle in itself ... But the real miracle was my trusty
trailer...a flimsy summer type of trailer ( caravans we call them in England)...that
was not secured or skirted because I was only living there temporarily...
.... .... I had NEVER seen anything like this freak of nature...it started
mid morning and continued hour after hour ...the wind was so loud ... I
didn't even hear the forest fall down ! ... The trailer seemed to be on
a perpetual tip mode... the dogs were beyond terrified and the cats ran
off... I don't really remember how I spent those hours ...I wasn't in any
fear ... more astonishment and dis-belief... But there was an extreme feeling
of calmness that surrounded me and total awareness that not only were my
angels and spirit guides all around... but I believe it was the hand of
God that held the trailer down ... With a fallen forest between the road
and my trailer and the total devastation of the area, with downed trees
and power lines... it was a while before friends and neighbours made their
way through, to be astounded and amazed that we were still there and still
standing ! ... And after hearing all their horror stories of the damage
caused further inland in more sheltered areas ... I realized just how big
of a miracle the dogs and I had been blessed with..... The power was off
over Christmas and the New Year in most of SW Cork ... and people were
in a state of shock at the sheer wierdness of this storm ... The Pubs did
good business though !!!
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- Hope the above was worth the read ? Love Ya both Have a spiffing xmas
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- ps. Have a dyslexia with commas...sorry ! pps. ...talking of dyslexia
... ... .... Did you hear about the dyslexic devil worshipper ...who sold
his soul to Santa ?... boom boom!
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- From Sue
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- Auntie!
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- This is a true story. My name is Valerie Chisholm of Antioch, Illinois.
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- The weather was typical of a December day in northern Illinois, heavily
overcast with an occasional snow squall. There was no reflected light coming
in from outside in fact the room where I was working was quite dim. Christmas
day was just a couple of days away and on top of that I anticipated the
arrival of my sister from Australia within the week. With all that going
on I was frantically busy making last minute preparations. About one o,clock
in the afternoon I put my little daughter down for her nap, made a cup
of coffee and sat down at the dining-table to write out last minute cards,
a grocery list, and plan menus.
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- I worked for about an hour when I became aware that the room was filling
with light and there was a faint aroma of lavender. I looked over at the
window thinking the weather had taken a turn for the better but the overcast
was just the same. The room continued to get brighter with a soft yet very
intense gold light. I had a strong feeling that someone was trying to attract
my attention. Suddenly, the wall in front of me began to shimmer with revolving
shards of golden light that seemed to emanate from the ceiling above and
behind me yet, when I looked up, there was absolutely nothing there. I
spun around in my chair and was shocked at what I saw.
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- In front of me was my aunt Annie, my father,s older sister, sitting
in an oversized peacock-style chair with multiple softly colored lights
behind her. I did not understand how she could be here in my home because
she lived a long way off in Scotland. She sat motionless, so incredibly
calm and peaceful. Legs crossed at the ankles and hands folded on her lap.
She looked directly at me and I had a funny feeling that she was listening
to what I was thinking. It didn,t dawn on me that I was experiencing something
out of the ordinary because it felt so natural. The aroma of fresh lavender
was stronger stirring memories of visits to her home when I was a kid.
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- My aunt was impeccably dressed and manicured wearing a dark blue long-sleeved
woolen dress with matching suede shoes. Clearly, her jewelry was extremely
expensive: sapphire earrings; wedding ring; a brilliant diamond engagement
ring; a sleek gold watch and matching bracelet. I could see the light reflecting
on her rimless glasses beneath her beautifully styled hair. Her large blue
eyes were bright and happy and I had never seen her look so beautiful.
I immediately cried out, "Oh, auntie, look at you! You look so beautiful.
How wonderful to see you. Oh, you look so-o good! She smiled, nodded her
head slightly in acknowledgement, then everything was gone! Instantly,
the room was plunged back into the cold dimness of a winter,s day. I could
not stop shivering.
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- It was shortly after breakfast the following morning when my cousin
called to tell me of my aunt,s passing as a result of a sudden heart attack.
She was seventy two and yet when I saw her the day before she looked about
thirty five. She left this world at a little after eight in the evening
the night before in Scotland.
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- My sister arrived to spend a month with us and during her visit she
told me of an unusual dream she had a few days before. When she began to
tell me about her dream I couldn,t contain myself because she was describing
exactly the vision that I had seen. Excitedly, I was able to finish her
story by filling in details of my aunt,s appearance. We were both speechless!
After comparing dates and times, we realized that at the precise time our
aunt died in Scotland, I saw her in Illinois and my sister saw her in Adelaide,
South Australia!
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- My sister and I agreed that in the vision our attention seemed to be
drawn deliberately to the fact that our aunt was so expensively dressed
and jeweled. This was contrary to the way it was for her in life. Her husband
had been torpedoed early in WWII and she had been left a very young, poor
widow with several small children. In addition, for years she cared for
her invalid mother. She never remarried and instead devoted her life to
the service of her immediate family. She had a tough life and yet it appeared
to us that in the next, she had ease and riches.
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- We will never forget this experience. What a wonderful Christmas message
of love, peace, and hope!
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- From Valerie Chisholm
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- My True Paranormal Christmas Story
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- Twas the night of Christmas and I was laying in bed
- Dark & suicidal thoughts swimming all through my head
- You see I was overweight and had low self-esteem
- I just wanted to disappear, do you know what I mean?
- Then as I prayed to The Creator & the stars above
- I felt something click, I was given a shove
- It was as if time had stopped and I was shown another path
- But I had to make a choice, I had to act fast
- So I gave in to the feeling and I began to cry
- Suddenly I wanted to live, not shrivel up and die!
- Starting that day I gave sweat, blood, and tears
- I've worked my butt off for the past 2 years
- Now I'm 40 pounds lighter and feel just great
- Let the Spirit of the Season touch you, before it's too late
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- From Anonymous
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