...as it is, it brings all sorts of memories up. The creation of Mel Gibson 'Passion of Christ' clearly helps, too.
It was about three years ago. I had just finished reading Paulo Coelho's autobiographic book 'The Valkyries'. It is about his desperate 40-day search in Mojave desert to meet in the physical world with his angel (he did meet his angel eventually, after losing all hope).
Anyway, it was an early morning and I was walking to my university. Streets were empty, sun had just risen. 3 or 4 people were coming toward me. I walked and pondered about how angels work and how one could contact them. All of a sudden one of the people coming toward me turned his head when we were about 1-2 metres away and said: 'Jesus is alive!'. And kept going as if nothing happened. He looked like a businessman - suit, briefcase, good look. He never looked back.
As Coelho said: 'Angels talk to us through other people'.
The other occasion was a bit later - when we were watching Olympic games in the open air. I had bought a beer and we were sitting behind the table. I noticed one chap walking restlessly back and forth in front of the tables. He just could not sit. Suddenly he stopped in front of our table looked at us with his yellow-green eyes and said in anguish: 'Do see how they sacrifice their children?' and walked away. A bit later I heard wings flapping in the air. I looked around, but did not see anything flying. When I looked at my beer I saw a small white feather in the glass.
Today while watching the final scenes of 'Passion of Christ' where the Temple cracks and ground shakes after Jesus dies on the cross, I thought: 'There was tremendous power in His words!' Strangely enough the branches of our palm tree moved the same moment as if wind had blown on them. It happened about 5-10 min before posting this.
