Friday, April 24, 2015

365 Project - Day 114 - "The Unexpected Visit"


April 24, 2015 - "The Unexpected Visit"

I have a bit of a shrine set up in my kitchen, right next to the front door. It has statues of the Virgin Mary, St. Joseph, St. Padre Pio, San Gennaro and St. Dymphna. It has pictures of the Divine Mercy and of the Holy Family. It has Holy Cards for favorite Saints... and Prayer Cards from loved ones who have passed. It has a bottle of Lourdes Water and a vial of Holy Water. It has a Pyx that is filled with Relic Medals. It is where I keep my Chotki and my Rosaries (including the blue one seen here - which was a Confirmation gift from my brother Peter, and contains a vial of Lourdes Water). It is where I keep my Sunday Missal.

On the wall, directly next to the front door of our home and for the purpose of "blessing" and "protecting" the home, hangs the Green Scapular and bundle of St. Benedict medals that you see in today's photo.

Why am I telling you all of this? Well...

I was sitting at my computer, trying to get some work done. My computer is set up in what is supposed to be our dining room, but which has become more of an extension of our living room. When I'm at my computer desk my back is to the front door... and I have no view of anything going on in the living room or kitchen.

I was all alone and the house was quiet, except for the sound of my keyboard clicks. The dog was asleep on the couch. The front door was locked.

Suddenly I had this very intense feeling that someone was standing behind me, and I got a cold chill up my spine. I turned around quickly, but of course nothing was there. Not that I could see anyway.

At that exact moment I heard a noise coming from the area of the front door - right near my little shrine. It sounded a bit like muffled wind chimes mixed with the sound of something scraping against wood. I got up and walked to the front door - it was still locked and no one was there... but the Green Scapular and St. Benedict Medals that hang beside the door were swinging back-and-forth. Not just "a little bit", either... they were REALLY swinging... as if someone had intentionally held them off to one side and let them go, like a pendulum.

I freaked out! I started breathing heavily in sort of a panic... and I grabbed my cellphone to contact Holly and let her know what the heck just happened...

Holly replied saying "Why freak out?". She told me it was probably Peter stopping by to say hello and that my freaking out probably has him laughing. She told me that I needed to know that he was there... and he was just making sure that I knew it. She then said "Well, that... or the house is about to fall apart!".

This isn't the first time I've had such unexplainable "visits". Years ago when Holly and I used to live in Stamford in the house that had belonged to my Grandparents, they were still there and would "visit" from time-to-time. After that we moved to Danbury, to a condo that was built on the site of a Revolutionary War Hospital Camp. Strange stuff happened all of the time and we had PLENTY of "visits". It wasn't just us that saw it, either - many a guest would report seeing the exact same figure standing in the space between our kitchen and living room. When they were very little our kids used to see people in the house all of the time.

And, over the years, I've had visits from other relatives that have passed. No "messages" or anything like that... just very definite signs that let me know with no uncertainty that they were, in fact, there.

So was it my brother Peter paying me a visit? I don't know for sure. I know that some of you won't believe any of this... and will think I'm just crazy or that it was all just a coincidence and that there's some sort of "logical explanation" for what happened...

I don't know. I'd like to think it was my brother...

I DO believe it was.

Regardless, shortly after this whole thing happened I found out that the Mets had just won their 11th game in a row... and I just KNOW for a fact that Peter had something to do with THAT!

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