August 10, 2012
A Blessed RosaryRate this encounter:
Nicole -- Phoenix, Arizona -- 2004
I was about 14 years old when my mom gave me one of her old Catholic school rosaries to hang in my bedroom. At the time, I was beginning to delve a little deeper into my own personal spirituality. To me, this was a stepping stone towards finding out who I was.
The rosary joined the miscellaneous hangings of my walls, including a dream catcher I had bought at one of the reservations. The dream catcher had always given me a sense of security and comfort, so I thought the addition of the rosary would add to that.
Something incredible happened the first night the rosary hung in my room!
I woke in the middle of night for seemingly no reason at all. When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black with thousands of tiny little white lights, looking very galaxy like, whizzing all over my room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, assuming that it was just my sleepy eyes that were causing the visuals.
When I opened my eyes the lights were still darting every which way and swarming my room. I was so startled I screamed and ran and jumped into my parents bed in between them.
Between frightened sobs, I told them what I had seen. My mom quickly went into my room to see if she could witness the lights I had seen but had no such luck. I was so afraid to reenter my room that I ended up sleeping in bed with them.
The next morning, my mom and I theorized about what it could be. One of the more comforting ideas was that the rosary had triggered some kind of spiritual "cleansing" and that my room was actually a safer place to be now. I was never raised in a very religious household, and I am still not dedicated to any particular religion or belief, nor have I ever been to church. However,witnessing such spiritual phenomenon firsthand really sparked a belief in me. I have had the rosary hanging in my room ever since.