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leanne12346
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Hi Faith,
A lot of my closest friends are Evangelical ministers (Yes, I am a devout and orthodox Catholic…) who prefer house church versus the usual version of church. I love to spend time with them because of their passion and intensity.
But here is my experience on purgatory:
When i was 3 I drowned, and had a vision, or some such, of a place of warmth, and healing… more like a warm salt water ocean. Given that I was 3, perhaps then I didn’t have much pain in purgatory, but there were other souls crying and weeping. It wasn’t the weeping of pain, but the weeping of remorse more, the deep realization of how much they had hurt someone they loved, in this case, God.
I’ve kept that description to myself for a very long time, until just a little while ago a friend of mine gave me a book called “Healing Your Family Tree”. In this book, Father Hampsch has a description of purgatory that very closely matched my experience. He described it as something like having hang nails removed… it hurts a lot but even in that pain you can feel the healing.
The vision I had of purgatory was like a red salty sea, with one single heartbeat, slow, calming, but the feeling for me was much like the few times I’ve gone swimming in a warm ocean, with small nicks on my hands or skin that I didn’t even know I had until the salt hit, and while it stung, I could feel the healing…
A lot of my closest friends are Evangelical ministers (Yes, I am a devout and orthodox Catholic…) who prefer house church versus the usual version of church. I love to spend time with them because of their passion and intensity.
But here is my experience on purgatory:
When i was 3 I drowned, and had a vision, or some such, of a place of warmth, and healing… more like a warm salt water ocean. Given that I was 3, perhaps then I didn’t have much pain in purgatory, but there were other souls crying and weeping. It wasn’t the weeping of pain, but the weeping of remorse more, the deep realization of how much they had hurt someone they loved, in this case, God.
I’ve kept that description to myself for a very long time, until just a little while ago a friend of mine gave me a book called “Healing Your Family Tree”. In this book, Father Hampsch has a description of purgatory that very closely matched my experience. He described it as something like having hang nails removed… it hurts a lot but even in that pain you can feel the healing.
The vision I had of purgatory was like a red salty sea, with one single heartbeat, slow, calming, but the feeling for me was much like the few times I’ve gone swimming in a warm ocean, with small nicks on my hands or skin that I didn’t even know I had until the salt hit, and while it stung, I could feel the healing…