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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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- 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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- 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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