Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Virgin Mary stood at the foot of my bed

Some people may find these stories sacrilegious maybe, I don't know. I'm just relaying them as they happened, or as clearly as I remember. They are not fiction, they are not loosely based on what happened, or my imagination. These are actual events. This particular story I've only told once or twice. I don't know why. It's a story that isn't at the forefront of my thoughts maybe. Yet, somehow, maybe because of this event I feel a very close bond with the Mother Mary. Even though, as I said before I don't endorse any religion and I don't idolize religious figures. Yet she invokes in me a deep sense of reverence and love. I'm not here to argue who she was, what she represents, which religion believes in her and why. Everyone has to figure that out for themselves in life, or let it be dictated for them... whatever works I suppose.

I was about 8 I believe. I had a live-in nanny that would go home on weekends. She was not very nice to me. I don't have a single positive memory of this woman. She didn't torture me, except to force me to eat the food she cooked, which was always horribly spicy. I remember sitting at the table for hours, not being able to swallow the fiery food, but I survived and here we are today. (lol)

She would always sleep in my room, to the right of my bed, on a soft foam filled folded chair that would open into a thick pad or bed. We never really talked or had much to say to each other, usually. She would say her prayers and that would be that. This one particular night I was awakened by her scream. I looked over the side of the bed as she lay sobbing and asked her what happened. She said that she had seen the Virgin Mary at the foot of my bed staring at me. I remember asking her some questions and she was unusually responsive to me that night. I asked her if that had been a bad thing and her saying that it wasn't. I remember her crying for a bit of time and me trying somehow to console her and falling back asleep. Soon after this occurrence she stopped sleeping at our house and very soon after that quit altogether.

I don't know if it's really true. I didn't see the vision. I think based on her reactions and what transpired that it did happen. I like to think it happened. Who's to say though.

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