SHAKING
SANTA

Sunday, 15 January 2023

At night mass...

As usual, every Sunday night we went to Mass. That night I was at Mass. While I was fervently following the prayer being recited by Father, as I recall there are Roman words in that prayer that pray also for the Saints and Saints who have died and those prayers are also intended for our families who have died. Suddenly, as Romo said that prayer, I was like I was no longer there...

I'm "away"....

I feel like I am somewhere I don't understand. I've never been there...  I could only see what was there, but I did not see myself in my vision and could not interact with the people I saw there. They can't see me even though I can see them.

From the clothes, the room and the situation that was there, it seemed like I was "going" into the past... Not in this day and age. And not in Indonesia either. They seem to be strangers. They're like bule...

I saw the whole body of the woman's body in the spice baluri. Then they took a bag of white cloth hanging from it. It seemed like I was behind the bag and from there I saw what they were doing. After that, the woman's body was put in the cloth bag.

After putting the woman's body in the bag, they laid back the bag containing the woman's body on a long table in its original place. Then, after the nuns finished their work, they left the room.

After the room was empty, I seemed to look around the contents of the room in more detail. I wonder... I tried to hold and touch the cloth bag that had contained the body of the woman who had been covered with spices earlier. Surprisingly, even though I could not interact with the people I saw, but I could touch and feel the sense of the texture of the fabric that was very soft and smooth even though thick... The soft fabric is white and in quilt.

Next to the long table, I saw the body of a woman. It is not put in a bag. I saw him young, pretty, bule face, nice skin... It doesn't look like a dead person. The woman was dressed as a nun and her hands on her stomach were holding the Rosary. He was much more like a sleeping man and lay peacefully in a glass box...

I wonder...

Then, while I was still curious and trying to understand what I saw.... Suddenly there was wisdom in me that said :

"This is how to embalm the bodies of Saint and Saint..."

After that, Zapp...!

Then I suddenly "returned"..

And I'm still sitting in that place... Back to consciousness..

Hmmmmm....

Is it true I saw Santa and process how they were balsam in the past?

#engelindur