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hankodz

Poland

May 18, 2008

It was said that there are things in heaven and in the earth about which even philosophers didn’t dream of. That’s true;).I believe in paranormal phenomena, I believe that there are the supernatural forces which have influence on our everyday reality.I experienced it on my own.I have to begin with the event which took place last year. I lost my  newborn baby – boy then (he lived only 12 days) and ....since then lots of things in my life were beginning to change for "plus".
I just feel his presence, there are possible to be felt results of his help for me and my family .
I also believe in intuition………….. in the sixth sense….. if I heard it then, who knows, maybe it wouldn’t all happened????
People like me are being told:”this character has it like this” ....I mean here ability of experiencing not only strange, funny, discrediting, shameful situations,  but also dangerous enough (just like the last one).As is it is said: "I’m specialized with troubles" lolFor that day I had other plans because it was sport integrative day for workers and their dears and I was going to be there with Rafał.. But I didn’t go there because our children became ill and that was the reason that this time we didn’t ask my parents for help to take care of them.Thus it was decided that I stay at home.. And my mum, the same day as it all happened, asked me if I phoned my dad to stay with our children….
Of course, it was already too late to phone and to change once made decision.. And now I’m just thinking to myself what it would happened if I went that day to this party?
So, we’re just sitting at home: children and me. There was nothing interesting for dinner then (soup), so I decided to make some chips for my children – and for myself as well..But I was incredibly lazy that day (I had other work to do), I just didn’t want to make them that I just wanted to put it off.. And I should have been thought then there’s something wrong because I even didn’t want to want to do it....
But if they asked me, I just couldn’t refuse them...
And this is how it all began.... Paweł poured in some oil to the pot which was to just get warm but (unnecessarily) was putting a cover on the pot. ..and oil became more and more and more hot.
When suddenly I felt….the smell of burning… I was thinking to myself: “if I remove a cover, it’ll be little stinking ,I’ll air the flat and that’s all will be ok” (that’s normal in my case, when I fry something – it’s usually too big flame on the cooker and everything is more or less burnt). Unfortunately, it didn’t happen (probably it was a result  of my ignorance of physics laws..I Had only “c”  of it but it doesn’t give me any excuse)....because instead of smoke, there was a flame inside of the pot..
I got some water(I turned off the gas but I even don’t remember when I did it)…..and I put it out ..
I have no idea if I did well- Rafał told me later that I shouldn’t have been used the water but only to turn the gas off. When that all was  over, I realized firstly that;
1. There was some change in my behaviour – I wasn’t panicked at all (ME from the past would start to ring everywhere instead of acting). This time was definitely conversely…it was just like as if someone (maybe my Piotruś).. ...just told me what to do.
It was him who saved us, I’m absolutely convinced this….. When this flame flew so high, my mind told me that we would die because it happened so quickly….I even had a vision for a moment only that all our flat is burning....
Meanwhile, thanks to Piotruś, it all ended only with fear and sooty ceiling and  walls, sooty tiles and cupboards...
It was left only to take the children outside for an hour (they were ill, they had bronchitis, I mean Paweł and Oliwia only), to air the flat......... and to wipe oil, burnt oil, which was all over on the floor, on the cooker and even on the cupboards...The pot was thrown to the rubbish basket, what is obviously...
I didn’t want my family (parents and brothers)  - to find out about it.. And when I was talking to my friend and to my brother(I was running from the kitchen to the room, tidying and chatting at the same time) ,I didn’t say a word what had happened…I was pretending, that everything is OK.. and I can see big change in me also about such behaviour. The me from the past would tell them everything, complaining and risking too much with it....
I tidied up all the kitchen, I scrubbed the greasy floor, cooker etc.. I had also tremendous fuss with my kids because they started to whine and cry at the same moment when I was tidying. They went to bed later than usual because of all this situation.
I was in big shock long after , and I still am when I recollect this event, in spite of passage of time.
Piotruś helped me few times, when I was turning gas on imprecisely
 That was TRAUMATIC EVENT and it still remains inside of me…the same as unwillingness to fry chips… maybe too..



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