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This story began in 1996 in the month of April. It was Easter weekend and my husband and I were
traveling to Arezzo (as we do every month to sell in an antique market) a city in Tuscany, Italy. While driving to
Arezzo, I remember being so frustrated and upset about my job, feeling like a complete failure. I cried the whole
way there, three and a half hours, till we arrived at our hotel. I was so drained and exhausted that I went right
to bed. In the middle of the night I was awaken by a voice in my mind saying: “Go to Assisi.” I had no idea what
this was about, but I immediately knew that I had to go. How could I ignore such a calling, even if it was “just my
imagination?” But deep inside I knew someone or something higher than myself was provoking me to trust my intuition
and take a step into the unknown.
I had been to Assisi a few times before and was always joyfully overwhelmed by the presence of peace and
harmony that I felt there. When I arrived in Assisi, I decided to go to the Hermitage where St. Francis spent years
living in the surrounding caves meditating, and communing with nature. As I walked along the dirt path, an image of
a man’s face came into my mind and he began to speak to me. He was rather short, had a round face, and a big nose.
He was wearing a brown tunic and a rope as his belt. Almost immediately I realized that it was St. Francis who was
communicating with me. Later, he confirmed it. Then an ecstatic energy engulfed my body and I remained in the
presence of his love for the next six hours. Mentally, he took me under a rainbow to a stone well where he sprinkled
water on my head. Above me, I saw two hands in a praying position with white light around them. He talked to me
about Truth, and I asked many questions. After being so upset the night before, he showed me such incredible
compassion and sweetness that it gave me the deepest feeling of peace, and I wanted to stay in his presence
forever. I left that day promising I would return the next month with a pad of paper and pen to write down the
amazing wisdom he shared. I drove back to Arezzo in a daze already feeling like it was a beautiful “fairytale dream”
that had happened to me.
I did return a month later sure that he would be there. I instantly contacted him and started recording our
conversation with pen and paper. This began a profound friendship between us and a beautiful monthly ritual of
coming to Assisi to commune with St. Francis that I looked forward to and so cherished. It went on like this for
two years until one day he asked me if I would help him write a Book of His Messages that would be pertinent to
mankind at this time. Of course I accepted and using me as his voice, I jotted down the thoughts and words I heard
him speak in my mind. The information I received for the book continued for another three years until, one day,
he told me that the book was finished.
I have learned so much from this experience and the friendship I continue to have with St. Francis that words
cannot fully describe it. I give thanks every day for this extraordinary experience and only hope that in my daily
life, I will continually put to use all the wisdom that he shared.
St. Francis and I thank you for listening to our story, and hope that these messages will inspire
you to take a look deeper into your heart and soul, so you may find your truth.
Love, Cheri |
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