Stonehenge Glyph
first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
I have always been a
curious soul, too smart and inquisitive for my skinny britches, I was
told as a child. Well skinny has changed but I am still out there looking
for the truth. When my friend, Helen said let's go to Hungary and Yugoslavia,
about 1989, I think it was, to celebrate her retirement from the travel
industry, I said "YES !" We flew to Munich, rented a car, started
driving on an adventure that took us into a Nudistik colony by mistake
where we spent the night before continuing on to Dubrovnik. Helen asked
me, "Joyce, did you watch that TV special on Medjugorje a few nights
before we left Dallas?" I said, "No," because I never seem
to spend time watching TV. As she related the events of that special program
I became more and more curious about what "really" happened
in that tiny village. By then, we were only a few miles from Medjugorje.
When we drove a little off the main road my "investigation"
of those paranormal events of 1981 began.
Questions, questions, I had as we spent hours visiting our new friend Lilijana Cilic who spoke perfect English and worked for the local Sunturist Travel Agency. Lilijana had been trained by the Communist government for embassy work, her brother had built Russian MIGS in a nearby factory. She was telling this as we were sitting under the grape arbor at her mother's home at the foot of the hill where villagers in 1933 carried buckets of concrete up the mountain to build the gigantic cross that overlooks the village. Some people believe now such religious items have protected this village and kept it from much harm that could have befallen the inhabitants. This was a tiny village in a semi arid land where people were trying to grow tobacco and other crops. Nothing much did any good until the event of June 24, 1981. That event changed the lives of everyone in the area - a few already devout catholic and a few to follow in that respect, and some to just continue on in their day to day lives - observing and enjoying the fruits of whatever ever harvests came along to them.
"There were six children, that day in June, tending sheep on another
hillside less steep than the one featuring the cross," Lilijana told
us. "Our Lady appeared to these children. She identified herself
as the Blessed Virgin Mary, Queen of Peace." Lilijana went on to
tell us that this apparition has continued to appear to the young people
every day no matter where they each may be in the world now. Mary's message
was: peace with God and man. And in her own words to these children: "I
have come to tell the world that God exists." "What a beautiful
message," I thought to myself as my mind
was clicking already
with plans to share this phenomenon with the interested world. I knew
that this could not be just a catholic story but one that possibly would
be of interest to others like me who wanted to delve more deeply into
the mysteries of the universe. And the mystery of rosaries and other articles
turning to gold, some right in front of viewers, was just too much! I
had to get back to Medjugorje as soon as possible.
The group I was able to gather to accompany me on my next journey to Medjugorje happened to be all Episcopalian. "Okay," I thought - not too far from my Methodist upbringing, as if this would matter! On the plane coming over the priest's rosary turned to gold. Lilijana had told us that this gold phenomenon, when scientifically analyzed, was genuine and of a type found in ancient tombs. Already, several persons who were helping us advertise this trip had articles of their own turn to gold. And one day while standing, talking in my office, the Lufthansa Airlines representative decided to look at his rosary always carried in his pocket - IT HAD TURNED TO GOLD!. He literally went into shock upon seeing it. After we arrived in Medjugorje village this time we found people everywhere who were experiencing the "turning to gold" and other paranormal events. One member of our little group had purchased stick on cards with a sketch of Mary's face. Later red dots started appearing all over Mary's face on one of the cards as the lady was sharing them with us!
It was the miracle of the rosaries that really captured my attention. I bought over $135 worth of them - all kinds. Some were wooden, some plastic, and some of questionable material - but all had some sort of metal links between the beads. These links were what I wanted to watch turn to gold. And, I took them into St. James church there in the village, to be blessed at 20 min til 7 pm, the time of the daily appearances of the virgin. I watched carefully this sack full of beads and nothing happened to my rosaries. When I returned home I stuck them in a drawer to be forgotten but each one was needed at a time later by someone whose inner belief system would accept the miracles they thought the rosary could perform: people in need of healing, people with trouble in their lives, etc.
One at a time I gave these articles away until finally, coming to the last item in the plastic sack, a little medallion was all that was left. A friend of mine had a friend who was in the final stages of cancer. And her religious background would allow her to believe something like that little piece of cheap junk those greedy vendors were selling in Medjugorje could spark a miracle. When I took that final one out to give to my friend to pass on - IT HAD TURNED TO GOLD! So it left my hands so fast that I could never have decided to keep it - NO WAY! That thing had a job to do and although I never heard of any miracles later I am sure it brought the ill lady some degree inner peace and comfort.
One late evening we were returning from dinner in a nearby village, after enjoying a strange meal of eel and frogs. These frogs that looked like someone had literally stepped on them, as some people claim occasionally to do, and smashed flatter than a pancake they were fried in a batter. They were so gross that much of the local wine was required to be able to forget what we had just seen going into our mouths! The five of us, in the tiny yellow Sunturist VW, simultaneously yelled out as we saw what appeared to be a large full moon sitting tangent to the hill of the cross right in front of us. The cross was many, many times larger than it would have been looking at it from that location and it had somehow filled the entire center of the full moon. Lilijana exclaimed, as we piled out of the car for photos at 2:30 am that morning, "Don't bother. It won't be there when you get out of the car." And it wasn't and never could have been because the full moon was a full 90 degrees to our right and the cross could not be seen in the dark but would have been directly in front of us, about the size of a nickel at arm's length in daylight. "What you have just witnessed is the Miracle of the Host," Lilijana told us. "You are very lucky to have witnessed this phenomenon."
That was an interesting week spent in Medjugorje village. I didn't really
get any of my enigmas solved but formulated new questions. For example,
"Why do people have to crawl on their bloody knees up Apparition
Hill? I thought Jesus suffered for our sins and I don't think he would
want to see us suffer needlessly like that for him." There are a
lot of things that I really have even less of an understanding of as far
as the religion dogma of my childhood goes. And, I even walked up that
hill one evening shortly before the time of the apparition, with fatter
and older ladies passing me as I huffed along mumbling and grumbling as
to why I was succumbing to this senseless effort. Just as the crowd got
quiet waiting for whatever would occur I
reached the top and sat down on a rock. I felt an intense and horrible
sting on my behind. I am not a screamer so I made no noise to disrupt
the reverent crowd, but when I looked behind and had to pull a small snake
off that wouldn't turn loose I really thought I was going to die right
there and cause a commotion anyway. Lilijana laughed as she told me the
next day that it was just a small asp. I thought it must have been God
punishing me for my sacrilegious thoughts of the evening - thinking which
had been programmed into my subconscious mind as a child and a part of
the guilt and fear tactics of organized religion.
We had driven down from Frankfurt to Medjugorje this trip - something like 1000 miles. We had decided to undertake this gigantic task because of a handicapped lady traveling with us whom Pan Am would not allow on board but American Airlines would. On the way back, before driving the van onto a ferry at Zadar bound for Venice, (a restful shortcut, we had decided} We watched two identical rosaries that the handicapped lady had bought. One turned to gold and the other one stayed exactly the same as it had been when she purchased it. It took 4 to 6 hours for the one to finish turning to the most beautiful golden color . The cheap metal of the chain links turned, while the plastic beads began to look as if they had been scorched in some sort of a fire. The lady and the rosaries were with us in the van at all times and we all saw the changes each time she took them out of her bag to have another look. This was utterly amazing to me. How did this happen? What is the common denominator that Medjugorje offers on changing rosaries all over the world? Some have been known to change i.e. in the homes of people in different parts of Australia while watching a TV show on the miracles of Medjugorje. Lilijana had told us that just the week before we were there that she had watched a little boys club foot turn perfect before her own eyes. And, what makes people who are "Slain in the Spirit" float as they fall backward toward the floor? This seems to be a phenomenon that happens in charismatic type churches throughout the world. Probably one of the more bizarre of such incidents for me was when I was telling a lady in south Texas about my Medjugorje trips and when she pulled out her key chain to show me what her sister had brought her from that village the tiny medallion had turned to gold. She told me she had just seen it that morning and nothing had been different about it. Something had happened to it in that short period of time before talking to me. But remember, I have no gold, don't really want any, but am interested in how and why such things happen.
So, my questions are: WHAT IS THIS PHENOMENON, HOW IS IT DONE, AND DOES IT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ET OR OTHER HOLOGRAPHIC TYPE TECHNOLOGY?
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