Another Christmas will soon be upon us, and once again, as I have done for the past 20 or so Christmases, I will be counting my dead al colpo della mezzanotte su Natale. I have 5 to count this year. I know some of you will be interested in the details of the encounter (especially Tsaeb, Jusork (are you still around, I don't frequent here very often?), and the inimitable and surprising juanruiz)). I will be sure to post shortly after Christmas and inform you of the results. I have never used the Secret Prayer (that JR revealed to me several years ago) to rid someone of the malocchia, however,the now famous(?) prayer (Calabrian Chant) works beutifully to enhance the results of my 'communication' with those in my family who have departed this earthly life, but whose spirit will never die. I look forward to the night, and I will soon share the results of that one - brief - shining - moment with you.
Buon Natale!
Gerry ****************************************************** 11-22-06, 05:03 AM tsaeb I suppose that I do not have to remind you to do your yearly thing without the presence of those unbelievers in your family. Anyway, I got a chuckle as soon as I saw your thread. Happy Holidays! ****************************************************** 11-22-06, 01:02 PM jusork I'm always here, Ger. I made a post in the religion poll section recently and you can always find me in Music. I'm ready to hear, too. ****************************************************** 12-23-06, 12:48 AM juanruiz Hey, buona fortuna, Gerry. Hope you have a very Merry Christmas too. ****************************************************** 12-24-06, 06:29 PM gerry Thanks, JR. I've waited a year for this special moment. The appointed hour is near. ****************************************************** 12-25-06, 01:13 AM gerry AND so at midnight, I filled the bowl with water, placed a candle in the center, set it on the windowsill, and lit the flame. Now three times I chanted the secret prayer, and in so doing, called the dead to the light of life and death.
As has always been the case, at first, nothing happened. I always question my belief at this point, and tonight was no exception. Was 5 too many to count? Patiently, I waited. Nothing.
After several minutes, I now removed my eyeglasses which were blurring my view of the flame. The reflection of the glasses in the window immediately appeared. I cannot explain it, but it was vividly clear to me that these were the glasses of my grandfather, now deceased 20 years! Excited now, I rotated the glasses slowly, peering at their reflection through the window, amidst the flickering flame, searching for the others. Where were they? And then, at that moment, the lights in the windows of my neighbor's house were shut off...all except five, that is...and now I noticed in the window reflection that my hand, holding my glasses, was cupped over the flame, fingers extended...yes, I counted them, one, two, three, four, five......encircling the eternal flame, which, with a smile, I quickly extinguished.
So once again we were reunited, and now ye knoweth the secret of Christmas Night, if only thou wouldst believe: Life is fragile, uncertain, sometimes beautiful, sometimes tragic...and temporary; but Love..some would say God...is forever. Merry Christmas. ****************************************************** 12-25-06, 11:34 PM jusork Wow. So you didn't notice your hand moved? Did a ghost move it? And what's the significance of five again? ****************************************************** 12-26-06, 11:13 AM gerry
quote: Originally posted by jusork: Wow. So you didn't notice your hand moved? Did a ghost move it? And what's the significance of five again?
Hi, jusork (is it Justin?), Merry Christmas!
My grandfather passed on the secret to me 50 years ago. He said, " ...place a bowl of water and a candle on the windowsill at midnight on Christmas, and you can count your dead, but do not shout out....". As you know, that same night is the night when the secret prayer to rid the "Eye" can be revealed. I always knew that there must be some connection between the prayer and the bowl, but it was not until JR revealed the "chant" to me several years ago that the connection became very clear (if you knew the words, you would perhaps understand).
My grandfather died 30 years ago, but it was 20 years ago when I first started, as we say, 'doing the bowl'. That year I had only one to count, my grandfather. Since then, more have died, and this year, there were five of my deceased (including my dad)that I wished to encounter.
Each year, the sign of the encounter is different. I never know what to expect, I don't know until that moment of midnight as to how the communication will take place. I can't remember many of what each of those signs were, but in any case they have meant something to me alone, as only I can interpert them. For example, at this last encounter, my grandfather's eyeglasses appeared as a reflection of my eyeglasses through the windowglass. If you were there with me, you just would have seen a reflection of my glasses in the window, nothing more. Only I could immediately know and recognize that they were in fact my grandfather's. I didn't plan it, I didn't guess that these were perhaps my grandfather's. I knew they were, and said to myself "Grandpa's glasses!" (But did not, thank goodness, shout out "Grandpa!"). It was shortly thereafter that I counted all 5 of my dead, first through the 5 remaining lights on the home next door, and then I noticed that the 5 fingers of my hand, still clutching my glasses and cupped over the flame, were fully extended and moving, encircling the light, and I counted them all, ..all five fingers... all 5 of my dead. You might call it a 'ghost' moving my fingers, but I call it a "spirit" ...It was me doing the moving, through the intercession of those who have died.
I think my mother and perhaps my oldest daughter are the only ones who understand this. Most all think it is hogwash. That's OK. Some believe in God as all powerful, all knowing, with power over all things, etc. Others believe in nothing. I believe only that Love has no end.
Gerry ****************************************************** 12-26-06, 12:44 PM jusork Ah, I see. That's a really interesting tradition. I also find it interesting because its you. Because you're a scientist, but you also follow this mystical tradition. Two different ways of thinking. I imagine you have to keep them separate. So do you plan on passing it down to your daughter then? And yeah, it's Justin. ****************************************************** 12-26-06, 02:05 PM gerry
quote: Originally posted by jusork: Ah, I see. That's a really interesting tradition. I also find it interesting because its you. Because you're a scientist, but you also follow this mystical tradition. Two different ways of thinking. I imagine you have to keep them separate. So do you plan on passing it down to your daughter then? And yeah, it's Justin.
I don't find the science and the mystical ever in conflict. All mystical signs received are in accord with the laws of physics. There is a scientific explanation of reflections off mirrors. The lights went out next door becuse the guy shut them off. My fingers moved from nerve impulses. In past encounters when I was counting 3 of my dead, my living room lights flicked on and off three times, unexplainably, but I later found out that the switch was faulty. During several other encounters, the candle flame went out on its own, and I understood its meaning, but scientifcally, it was due to a wind draft on one occasion, and the candle running out of wax on another. The science, however, knows NOTHING about feelings and the power of God (which I call Love). That is a very individual thing.
I did pass on the secret to my daughter 2 or 3 Christmas Eve's ago. She used it that first year to reach her deceased husband, with amazing results (her wedding bowl, sitting untouched for 10 years in her china cabinet, split in half, as she discovered the next day...that one's tough to explain scientifically, but I'm sure there was a physical reason for its occurrence). But my daughter did not 'do the bowl' this year, so I expect she may be having some doubts on its efficacy. I hope she comes around, because I'll need someone to call upon me on Christmas, after I have departed from this earthlife, and she would be the one, assuming, with a bit of hope and luck...my one and only wish..that I pre-decease her and all my children and grandchildren.
Besides my mother and daughter, I have passed on the prayer and the secret of the bowl to several others who inquired about it. I wish now that I hadn't, because, except for my mother and daughter, they were just inquisitive, not Believers. ****************************************************** 12-26-06, 11:50 PM jusork Hmm. I wouldn't have expected non-believers to want to do it. I suppose they'd just make a tradition out of it. I'm pretty skeptical about it (as with most things), although your daughter's wedding bowl breaking could almost be too far out there. I understand the significance of believing in the tradition. ****************************************************** 12-27-06, 09:52 AM gerry
quote: Originally posted by jusork: Hmm. I wouldn't have expected non-believers to want to do it. I suppose they'd just make a tradition out of it. I'm pretty skeptical about it (as with most things), although your daughter's wedding bowl breaking could almost be too far out there. I understand the significance of believing in the tradition.
Thanks for your interest. I am not sure what you mean by non-believers. All one has to do is to believe in Life and Death...that's the easy part....and believe in the interconnection between life and death amongst those few (and there are very few)who are closest to us...that's the hard part. ****************************************************** 12-27-06, 07:10 PM jusork By non-believers, I meant mainly the ones you told who "were just inquisitive, not believers," but I also included those who were skeptical in the interconnection between life and death (that's certainly the part that people are most skeptical about). ****************************************************** 12-27-06, 11:17 PM gerry
quote: Originally posted by jusork: By non-believers, I meant mainly the ones you told who "were just inquisitive, not believers," but I also included those who were skeptical in the interconnection between life and death (that's certainly the part that people are most skeptical about).
Oh, yes, sure. Many who claim that they can communicate with a loving God, through prayer, are unable to understand that communication with a deceased loved one is also possible. Some even pray to saints..good humans who have died...but can't even talk to their own dead. Hey, look, I like Saint Anthony, but I like my grandfather much more. Given the choice, I'll talk to Grandpa first, and Anthony later.
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It is that day once again, Gerry, of a tradition I first heard about from you now 5 years ago. Don't forget the words! And have a very Happy Christmas. Tanti auguri!
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The flame may have been already long extinguished before my midnight visit last night.
At just before the appointed hour, I unwrapped the candle from its cellophane packaging.
IT HAD NO WICK.
I crumbled it and tossed it in the trash.
I used a backup candle, place it in the water filed bowl on the sill, and lit it. And waited to count my dead.
But it was to no avail. The wickless candle lay useless in the trash basket. It was already over.
And then I realized the finality of death: "When", (quoting loosely from juaruiz) "all who knew us die, we die for the last time."
And now the meaning of the powerful last line of the secret prayer became most clear: At the end of our lives, only the memories of those who have loved us live on in their minds and heart, until they, too, shall pass, shouting, in their final moment, MAMMA! CA MORU!
And there is nothing more.
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"When", (quoting loosely from juaruiz) "all who knew us die, we die for the last time."
I remember saying that, but don't recall when. Non sai come mi dispiace che non si sia riuscita la ceremonia quest'anno. You don't know how sorry I am that the ceremony did not have success this year. I do hope your Holiday Season has been happy, though.
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Hello, friends, it's been awhile. Another Holiday Season is once again upon us, and as per my yearly tradition, I will once again attempt to communicate in sign with my departed family members, at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Day. As some of you know, I've been succesful at doing this over the past 22 years or so, except last year was a bust, I had no sign during the 'ritual'; I don't know, it might have been because , as Sweeney Todd would say, my mind was far from easy at the time (I saw shadows evwerywhere). But I'm feeling pretty good this time about the upcoming communication, and I'll be sure to inform you of the results, either way. At this time, i want to wish you all a happy Holiday season, and my warmest regards to tsaeb, jusork, velvetvoice, frankvan, and others, and, of course, my warmest regards and thanks to juanruiz; Thanks again, JR, for the secret prayer (chant)you revealed to me years back; as you know, I am forever greatful to you for that. Funny, I've passed on that Chant to several others who have requested it from me, on Christmas Eve, and most were disappointed, as they were expecting the secret prayer to invoke the intercession of St. Anthony, the Blessed Mother, and a host of all the saints; too bad they just didn't understand the beauty of the Calabrian Chant, and its meaning. Anyway, talk to you soon! Happy Holidays!
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Good to hear from you again. Gerry. Glad to know you're going to take another shot at it. Tanti auguri per una ceremonia che abbia sucesso. And a Buon Natale to you.
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gerry: I saw you posting over in the science area, but this was a few weeks after I began to look forward to the results of your annual ritual. Did you check out your tools so that you do not get another bum candle, etc.? Happy Holidays and New Year!
Hello, tsaeb, I hope all is well. I haven't checked any of my tools yet, but my wife has candles everywhere, and I'll look for one with wick this time, when she's not looking, because although she puts up with my 'ritual', she is very skeptic. I'll let you know what happens. Last year, I was in a bad state of mind, and I guess I stopped believing...and by that, I don't (necessarily) mean I stopped believing in God, I mean I stopped believing as a child would believe, and I stopped believing in the interconnection between the living and the dead, such connection which exists as long as there are those who knew the dead still alive, and such connection which ends, (as per juanruiz (my idol!)), when 'all who knew the deceased member dies, he or she dies for the last time'. Merry Christmas, tsaeb, and keep on 'chuckling'!
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Hi, Justin!, now there's a name from the past!, Good to know you're still visiting this forum. Thanks for the good wishes and your interest, and have an enjoyable holiday season.
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Great Success! A great Christmas Eve with my family, and a fantastic encounter with one, and ALL, whom I knew, but who have since died.
The day before, I made sure I had the proper 'tools' (a candle, lighter, water, and a bowl), which I brought to the upstairs window, in preparation for the midnight encounter (thanks, tsaeb, for the reminder!).
Now on the Eve, at 5 minutes before the appointed hour, all the family has gone home, and my wife asked for my assistance in wrapping gifts and assembling toys. Five minutes before midnight! I told her of course I would assist, but that I had to go upstairs for a few minutes. She knew why, but said nothing except a polite 'OK'. I hastened to the window, filled the bowl with water (it was a pasta bowl I used this year, of the same shape and size as the bowl used by the 'Cumarra' who, when I was a child, cured me of the "Eye" many times), and placed the candle in the bowl. Then when I tried to place the bowl on the windowsill, the bowl was too large, and could not sit on the sill. So I opened the window to make room for it, and as it was a rainy and windy night, the air rushed in, and I knew it was going to be hard to light the candle, but I lit it anyway, and the flame immediately extinguished. I then removed the candle from the bowl, and tried to light it away from the draft. It would not light! I kept on trying, holding the lighter close to the wick, which was buried in the molten wax, and I couldn't light it after countless tries! Frantic now, with just seconds to go before midnight, I raced downstairs past my wife for a backup candle, and I grabbed one off the dining room table, flame still lit. I thought the Mrs. was going to ask me where I was going with the lit candle, but she pretended not to notice. I respect her for that very much. I now carried the candle and flame up the stairs, unwittingly, realizing later, that this was in fulfillment of the Old Rite to rid someone of the "Eye", whereby the person who would remove the 'malocchio' from the victim, would first carry a lighted candle up the stairs before saying the secret prayer over the bowl of water. (I don't want to confuse the "Malocchio" with the "Encounter", but the rites share great similarities).
I now placed the lit candle in the bowl, and shut the window part way to keep down the draft. It remained lit, and I chanted the secret prayer three times, and at the end of the chant, I cast out the malocchio, in case it was trying to interfere, reciting, 3 times, the simple words "Fuori Malocchio!"(Go Away, Evil Eye!), tossing it back down from wherever it might have come.
Then I watched and waited, focusing first on the flame, and then on the bowl of water surrounding the flame, and immediately noticed a small vine that had been blown in by the wind during my brief absence, just floating there in the water, and as I pondered how the grapevine had settled in there…it wasn’t a grapevine, just an ordinary vine that I recognized as a grapevine… I realized that this was my deceased grandfather, who for many years made his own Italian wine, and who had nurtured his backyard grapevine with tender care! Hello, Grandpa! Now, where were the others? I peered out the window, looking for them, all the while whispering “I do Believe, I do Believe…”, seeing nothing at first, until I noticed the candle flame reflecting off the glass, and above the flame, were countless ‘dancing’ small flames of light, bouncing on and off with the flickering candle, appearing to try to merge with the main flame, which was now growing larger, fueled by the wind; and in effort to help the merger, I tilted the bowl toward me (spilling the water in the process, but I must continue!), and then, YES, the dancing lights merged with the source of the flame, forming, in reflection, 2 distinct flames, one being me (life), the other being all whom I knew, who have died; the living and the dead, reunited as one. With a smile and a few goosebumps, I blew out the light, knowing that once again we had been reunited, and that we would meet again, for as long as I can still Believe, until the bell shall toll for the last time.
Happy new year to one and all!
Gerry
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Yes, we must have patience and concentration in addition to belief in such matters. When I got so annoyed with how my new year seemed to have gotten off to a bad start, I decided to shout out to God for money. May as well put that on the list, given the state of the economy. Anyway, God has a sense of humor: when the mail arrived, the envelope said in the upper left corner, "MONEY." It was the magazine of that name paging me for a subscription. Also, my jury duty pay arrived faster than three weeks after my jury duty stint ended. I wonder what a pasta bowl can do for me. . . .
Hah, my turn to chuckle! But it is all so simple: if you believe that God, with His sense of humor, sent you that envelope, and then followed up with the cash advance, then, by God, He did! If you believe that it was just a coincidence, then, He didn't! Let's not complicate it. Now for that pasta bowl, if you ever chance to be in the Boston area, drop me a line, and I'll have my mother (age 85) cook you up some good old fashioned "pasta fagioli" , (otherwise referred to in our Calabrian dialect as "Pasta Fa-zool"); this is the real heavy pasty good stuff, not that soupy variation served in so-called Italian restaurants.
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gerry: I can go for the old-fashioned "Sunday sauce" a.k.a. "gravy." It's the one with all the meat cooked in it, the tomato paste/tomatoes, and the seasoning. That's the one served on Wednesday with all the meat gone. Then, of course, there's the hurry-up Friday sauce, also good, so that I can settle for it, too, on something like spaghetti and fish cakes. Regards to Mama.
Although I have used the secret prayer, which I have known for 6 years now, during my midnight encounter, I have never used it in practice to expel the Evil Eye...until yesterday, that is. You see, my family was loading up the van with the kids for a 1 hour trip to the snow slopes for a fun day of snow tubing. As we were about to depart, my 5 yr old grandaughter complained of a headache. Thinking it odd for a 5 yr old to have a headache, I suspected she may have been inflicted with the "Eye", and I asked her if she wanted me to make it go away (I had no bowl, oil, or water, but my great grandmother used to cure me of the Eye without such materials, by only using the secret prayer). My grandaughter said "No", that she would be OK, so we continued on our 1 hour journey without incident. But upon arrival, her headache returned, and she started to cry, and then vomited onto the ground, familiar symptons of the 'Eye'. She felt better for a minute or two, and her parents said it must have been car sickness, but I knew, knowing that she had a headache before the start of the trip, that this was not the case. And now she vomited again, and not wanting her day to be ruined, I knew i had to take action. My grandaughter had not wanted my assistance at the start of the trip when she first got her headache, and I had thus refrained from expelling the Eye earlier, but now I remembered that no one had asked my permission to be cured of the Eye when I was a child, so it was time to act. Unbenownst to anyone, I held my hand over her head, and whispered the secret prayer three times, after each time firmly whispering, "Fuori Malocchio!" ("Go away, Evil Eye!), casting the Evil Eye to the ground with my pointed fingers, in a very determined fashion to rid that Thing. At my final "Fuori Malocchio!", she vomited to the ground one last time, and was cured instantly. She then had a great day sliding and spinning down the slopes, without incident. Coincidence, you say? But ahh,.... BELIEVE....such a beautiful word......
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gerry: You demonstrated the gifts of healing. Notice that there are several healing gifts. You used faith, laying on of hands, and the word. Yet, any belief in a headache had to go and the actual headache along with it for another reason: ordinarily, it was the kid who must look up to you and who had to have the wee bit of faith that any thought of a headache or an actual headache had to go. Healing usually requires cooperative faith from the one needing healing, and for anyone unable to physically believe due to sickness or absence, God or angels have to do interceeding in faith for that one the same way that those praying, etc. do interceeding in faith. Accordingly, I have witnessed folks standing in proxy (for those absent but needing healing) in expectation that God would honor the faith of the one standing in proxy. Anyway, not wanting to put any limit on God, He might heal someone despite that one's lack of faith, if it is His will and plan to do so. This seems more true if the lack of faith is a temporary lapse in faith.
Tsaeb Thanks for your thoughts. I respect your belief in the healing power of God through the intercession of a man or woman of faith. Belief is powerful. But I do not claim to have any healing powers, in fact, until just a few days ago, I never tried to "heal" anyone, and i say "heal" in quotes, because it was more of a removal of the "Eye" than a "healing". I cannot intercede in the healing of someone of a cold, or flu, ..or a cancer. All I know is that a person can be cured of the 'Eye' through the secret prayer of one who believes. Heck, the prayer does not even mention God, and its origin goes back to the day when people believed that the Sun was God. I can't even explain what the Evil Eye is...it is not the devil...(the Catholic Church does those exorcisms)..it is just a Thing inflicted upon someone (most usually a child) by jealousy, with or without intent. That is why when, for example, a relative or friend or acquaintance shows me their newborn baby, that I exclaim "My God, what a beautiful child!" , and I quickly follow with "God Bless him (or her)!",or else without adding those final words, my words can be construed by the "Eye" as a sign of jealousy. Incidentally, I asked my daughter yesterday how her daughter (my grandaughter, the one from whom I removed the "Eye") was doing, and she told me she was perfectly fine, she didn't know what caused the nausea; and I didn't tell her what I had done, for fear she would be frightened and not understand. I just told my mother....she understood completely.....
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And have a very Happy Christmas. Tanti auguri!
