Recent angel experiences?
Mother Teresa in dreams or coincidences?
Did predictions come true?
He had said I was going to embark on my calling. He said that would become a lifelong calling. Everything he said has come true. Everything he said at that time — that I was going to have a baby, and I had a baby. This was an in-person encounter on a plane. When I was 23 I was living in New York City and stone-broke-cold, totally broke, and I was walking down 23rd Street — I didn’t even have the money for a bus — when suddenly just in front of me I see a roll of money on the ground and there was a man with gray hair and a beard — who saw it first, him or me? — and he said, ‘You saw it first.’ There was nearly a hundred dollars and when I looked up he was gone. Then I went on the bus and there was a wet five-dollar bus on the step. I showed it to the driver and he said, ‘That’s yours.’ I knew God was there for me and He showed it in an interesting way. These men with gray hair and gray beard show up now and then.
“Another was when I went down to Coney Island and was sort of miserable, at a job that was not my future, was photographing homeless and Bower — that’s where I found my greatest joy; in retrospect I was in training for Mother Teresa. I had done it through the lens of my camera. It was cold, middle of winter, snow on the sand, and I remember my father when he was young went to Coney Island on the weekends. I wanted to explore my father’s roots. I knew something there was waiting for me. But I saw nothing there for me to photograph. As I was going back, a man with a gray beard — a kindly beautiful man — stepped up to me and asked if I had found anything. This was in the early 1990s and half the park was burned down. I was completely alone. This was like February. I didn’t see anyone. This old man stepped out from nowhere and looked so sharp and elegant. He was dressed in a designer suit in this burned-out area. I asked if I could photograph him and we went to an alley and there were these men there sunbathing and drinking and this became a two-year project documenting. This man in the gray beard has turned up a number of timers in different looks but with the same sense of joy.” (ended up being introduced to winter swimmers and polar bears and another who overlooked beach and had pet monkey. People who lived in Coney Island, this mythical land.
“This will be about surrender.”
Dream– “An angel was standing next to me overlooking a cliff and he said, ‘Jum,’ and I said, ‘I’m not going to jump!! I’m going to die!’ He knew I liked to be dared and so he said, ‘I dare you’ and so I jumped and before I hit the bottom these two hands caught me. I knew then what surrender was. It’s hard not to be in control.”
During husband’s illness, constant dreams saying he was going to be okay. The dreams made it possible to go through in an extraordinary way. The day he died I knew he was going to die, because I had this dream and there was like this presence in the room.” (1992).
when mother died five days after 9/11, I knew she was going to be okay. The morning she died, this golden light came into the window and I saw it enter her heart. A few minutes later the gold light went back out through the window.” joyful
19th street then moved to loft in Soho on Mercer Street. 23rd street angel
when 24 after Coney Island experience, I was in my loft and I heard all this commotion out my window and I wondered, what’s going on here? I wasn’t practicing any kind of religion. My parents had been Protestant and when I was little we lived in Portugal, but we did go to Fatima and I sort of attribute Fatima to a crooked leg I had that straightened out. I don’t know if was from there or just growing out of that, but from an early age I had some fundamental teaching on Catholicism. And then we lived in Rome when I was 11, 12, and 13 years old and became entranced by Michelangelo.”
“I’m in my loft and I heard this commotion and I opened the window and right at that moment, Pope John Paul II was below my window with his arms outstretched and looked right up at me. I felt this like, boom, this energy entering me, like what I felt with Mother teresa. I went back and sat cross-legged in my room and thought, ‘That was the Pope!’ He was on the popemobile and standing so he was very high. Held up arms and looked up and looked directly into my eyes.”
One night I was dreaming and it looked like the angel Gabriele — very tall, brownish golden wings — and his whole figure was bathed in this luminsent gold. They always came when I was feeling insecure. He looked at me and all he said was, ‘Linda?’ And I woke up and thought, okay, everything is going to be okay.
Right after husband died, extreme insomnia; finally went to sleep and in dream heard helicopter landing on roof and these two men said ‘Come’ and we went to this place somewhere in the heavenly realm and in this room was like a panel of judges in kind of Western clothing and this woman spoke to me and said, ‘You have passed the biggest test. You have learned how to love. You have a few more lessons to learn. Now go back.'”
as she woke up she heard the helicopter and opened door and there were cop cars outside and there was a cop behind the house and said go back in — they were looking for someone. You have learned how to love.
I never seen anything — suffering — that it has meaning: finding meaning in suffering. What do you encounter in your suffering? If you learn love in your suffering, if you come out a better person, you have learned how to love.”
send cancer love instead of hate
“How can you dissolve something in your body with hate?”
always learned from dying husband was seeing the journey had meaning — instead of, ‘poor me, I have lost my husband.’ On a deeper level there was meaning for him and for me. We had this encounter with love. In the grander scheme, if we can live one moment with greater meaning, maybe we get to a greater place.”
I was coming back from India and I had had this horrible food poisoning the night I was leaving and I was on this flight going back to the U.S. and I was so sick I don’t know how I got on the flights, and finally I was on the flight from London to Atlanta. I had three seats and thought I would be able to lay down. Then this woman plunked down. I asked this woman if she could sit somewhere else because I was sick, and she said, ‘No. You didn’t pay for these seats.’ Drank vodka, reading tabloids. Then I heard very clearly and audibly, ‘Send her love.’ I thought, ‘No, I’m not going to love this woman I hate her.’ And then I heard the voice a third time and imagined love from God to her and suddenly she began twitching and suddenly she was gone and came back and said, ‘I am so terribly sorry. I’m going to move now.’ I slept all the way to Atlanta and when I woke up I was fine.”
In 2008 took three students from Oklahoma to Calcutta to work at charity. at a hospital Mother Teresa founded, wondering what she was supposed to do, with Mother teresa’s calling — felt another purpose besides students — and hard to connect with missionaries of charity: don’t want photos taken. Suddenly lying in bed in my room I felt her in my room. She didn’t say anything, but I knew she was there. I said, ‘Thank you, mother, I’ve been waiting for you.’ ” went down to Mother House and across street little Catholic bookstore, rosaries, and saw this older man with gray hair and gray beard and he starts talking to me and I told her a little about bit about my experience with Mother Teresa and he said his daughter (his grandson brought him to the clinic) was working as doctor to her to her clinic in Calcutta and when walked into room, there was a whole room of Mother teresa sisters, some of first to join order. I felt like I was. 18th to join order (first twenty) went to interview her and talked to her about how it was like to be one of sisters and that’s in her new book.
23-year quest now — these encounters that lead her to the next step on journey that has not ended.
Went to San Diego with son for health reasons and on way back this time Mother Teresa spoke to me loud and clear and said, ‘I want to write another book.’ I said, ‘No. No one cares about you anymore.’ And she said, ‘Yes, this is how it will be,’ and in a flash I saw the whole book.” (2008 and 2016 now auditory and that’s this book. was teaching in Saudi Arabia so on breaks could go to Calcutta for work on book.
she has changed; she has lifted. (mother– Mother Teresa said about her mother)
about to fall down stairs and felt hand lifting her. Why do we have to suffer? In following Him, we have to bear our own crosses, because that is part of our journey. At the core of our being to be pure human beings and it comes often through suffering”
child leukemia — why that person has to die. (first husband was 45 when died; primitive cancer; traced to man who had it at Yale University– he was only third case in recorded history wrapped around neck and vocal cords connected to jugular vein; soft tissue cancer).
“The demons sometimes come in the most beautiful figures. They can have beautiful faces.” when got to India, almost immediately after that 1995 angel encounter, I got malaria and nearly died and this Indian woman took care of me for several weeks. There were many forces attempting to stop me from going there.”
saw man absolutely gorgeous; wasn’t married to second yet; who is going to be the father; This gorgeous man shows up and saw I’m going to go to Veranasi, it’s a beautiful place, the oldest city in India, a photographer’s dream, and he would pay for everything He said, ‘You can always go to Mother Teresa.’ It was so tempting. She went to see if Mother Teresa was there and within a few minutes was speaking with her and realize I wasn’t going anywhere. So she went back to little hostel to get luggage and go back into the city when arrived gorgeous Spanish man was still there and he said, okay– sort of a devil force. that has happened a number of times.
[Kerala– where St. Thomas went; also Veranasi]
Who was it, sitting, during a long flight, next to photographer Linda Schaefer?
Let’s back up, for it started — this mystery of a stranger on a transatlantic plane — when Linda met Mother Teresa in Atlanta on June 15, 1995. At that time Schaefer, a former CNN editor and photojournalist, was covering the famous saint’s arrival at an airport, at which time, strangely enough, “[Mother Teresa] came right up to me, through the other people, took my hands, held them up to her heart, looked deeply into my soul, and I heard her say, ‘Come and see,'” recounts the former journalist.
That was all. Come and see. But coming from Mother Teresa, that was enough!
Two months later, unable to shake those three words, Linda found herself on a Lufthansa flight to India, headed for Bombay, Bangalore, then Calcutta.
At the time, Schaefer was “not in a very good place.” She had lost her first husband to cancer and was having trouble in a subsequent relationship. It seemed like a good idea: to get away and think things through — at Mother Teresa’s convent. She had no idea what to expect — why she was going. She was planing to return to Georgia in four months, though her visa allowed for a six-month stay. When she boarded, she was happy to see two empty seats next to her (meaning she’d be able to stretch out).
Just before take-off, however, a “small man” boarded and sat next to her. “He had gray hair and twinkling eyes and a little gray-silver beard, very well-dressed in designer blue jeans and a blue blazer,” she says. As the plane taxied, he said, out of the blue, turning to Linda, “You had a very difficult week last week.”
Linda looked at him and said, “I had a very difficult year.”
He had a slight Indian accent and — elaborating on her difficult year — somehow knew she had nearly lost her father.
“Now I’m looking at him like, ‘what?‘” says Linda. “And he said, ‘Yes, your father’s heart, but your prayers saved him.'” Her father indeed had heart failure and a close call. The stranger then said, “Don’t worry. Your husband will be there in six months.”
“I’m not planning on being [away] for six months,” replied Linda, with a hint of irritation. “I’m planning on about four months.”
“No,” insisted the short man. “It will be closer to six months.”
The conversation, recalls the photojournalist, went on for about three hours. “He told me everything about my past, about my present, and things that would happen in the future. He told me about her relationship and not to worry about it, that it would be fine. To test the man, he asked him her boyfriend’s name and the stranger, appearing to struggle a bit, then said “his first name begins with an ‘R’ and his second name with a ‘C.”
As it happens, his name is Ron Campbell!
The stranger was playing a little cat-and-mouse here. He told Linda she had a hole in her heart but that it would soon be filled with the birth of a child. In less than five months, she was pregnant. Ron came to India and she returned in January of 1996. The stranger had told her that she was about to embark on an “important journey,” and that she could never ever stop it — that sometimes she had embarked on projects before and then stopped due to her own insecurity.
“Sometimes you get a little angry, but you have a very good heart, a very good heart,” the stranger told Linda, smiling at another person and adding, “But you must always be like me, sweet. You see, they bring me chocolates.”
The flight attendants had been bringing him Swiss chocolates and hovering over him — as if drawn magnetically.
In the end, when she asked him what he did, he said he was in the fashion business. And he certainly looked the part. Asked what his company was, he said, “I work for a company A To Z.” When she later tried to call such a company, she found it didn’t exist. He also told her not to worry, that the next leg of her flight had been arranged. When she went to purchase a connecting flight, her ticket — which she had never purchased — was waiting for her.
Is it real? Was it good? Would an angel fudge his work place — and look like he was into fashion?
We have no idea. There are many similar accounts of well-dressed strangers that vanish after miraculous events — and pretend they are from this world but are from somewhere else. Linda is now a Catholic speaker and author of Come and See.
Angels. By their fruits you know them. In this case, it was peace for a troubled woman in Atlanta.