I have one of the strangest stories you have ever read. I am 64 years old, was
diagnosed with a life threatening aliment that was to make die before my early 20′s. I have not been to a doctor since 1970, and currently have no health problems, and take no prescription medications. Not so strange? Well my mother, who is 86, was diagnosed with a serious heart problem 14 years ago. Today, she takes no medications and has no heart problem. She has gotten younger for the past few years, and it is hard to believe that she is 86 years old (she looks late 60′s). Not so strange? I got married about 5 years ago, and my wife suffered with lifelong high blood pressure, high cholesterol, acid reflux, arthritis, border line diabetes, and other ailments. she was taking about 20 prescribed pills a day. Just 4 years later, she is taking zero pills and has had extensive blood work (recently) to prove that she has no need for any prescription medications. Sort of strange? Well read on………..
Sometime in 1970, I was coming from South America and heading to Miami, Florida. Close to Grand Cayman, the commercial jet I was traveling on suddenly went into a violent dive. We were at about 30,000 feet, and in a mater of seconds we were at or below 10,000 feet. My ears were ringing and hurt like they had been hit by a huge fist. The captain of the plane communicated with us over the intercom that the plane had lost pressurization, and he had had to place it into a severe dive to get us down to where we could breath. He further stated that we would be making an unscheduled landing on Grand Cayman to see if repairs could be made. When we landed my ears were still hurting, and as we sat waiting for the mechanics to give the plane "the once over", I began to have a conversation with the passenger in the seat in front of me. He was a small, dark skinned gent of about 55 years of age, and he talked with a slight French accent. He and I talked about business, and he suddenly said to me that he had something that he was sure would be of interested to me. He said that it was one of the treasures of the world, and that he no longer wanted to be responsible for keeping it. He said that he would sell it to me for $30,000 (I would think that this would be equivalent to about $150,000 today). When I asked what this treasure was, he would only say that it was something that I would be interested in, and that it was one of the greatest treasures of the world. He said that he had purchased it many years earlier from an Egyptian fellow, and that it was something that he wanted me to have. He told me that he would be in Miami for a few days, but would meet me in Port au Prince, Haiti, in exactly two weeks. That we would meet in front of the National Library. He told me that he would tell me everything when we met, and he assured me that I would understand everything when we met. Well, I told him that I would be there, but I just did not want to "close the door" on the deal. I did not really know if I would meet him or not.
When I got to Miami, I went through one side of customs, and the small man went through the side reserved for persons not of American citizenship. I went home and told my mother (I was 23 years old at the time) about the small man and the treasure. She told me that even if the guy was a "nut job" the adventure alone would be worth the trip. And that if he was telling the truth, maybe this would be something to set me up for life. Well, I thought about it, and decided to make the trip. I flew to Haiti, and had $20,000 on me, and kept the appointment at the time and place in Port au Prince. We met and discussed the treasure and finally, I paid $7,000 (I guess about $35,000 today), and headed back to Miami. I never told anyone I had this treasure, a Holy Artifact, and until a few years ago, I had it hidden in a safety deposit box.
Now here is what the mysterious man from Port au Prince told me about this treasure. He said that this was a Holy Artifact. That it was either a piece of the stake or cross on which Jesus was crucified. He said that the actual word in Greek was "stake", but most translations today denote a cross. He told me that this Holy Artifact was a treasure captured by the Knights Templar. That this particular piece of wood was part of the loot the Templar’s had stored at the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, and during the mid 1100′s, the tide had begun to turn, and the Crusades were nearing an end. That this True Cross Artifact was removed, and placed in hiding in a seaport town, Acre. It then was moved to Cyprus, and finally lost. This fellow had come upon it in Syria, and now he wanted to let me take responsibility for it. I may be slightly off in some minor respects as I did not have the foresight to write everything down. When I say 1970, it might have been early 1971, And I only can relate what I was told. I will include some pictures of this Holy Artifact, and you can see how it looks like polished stone rather than wood. I was also told that the reason for the top being so polished was because this Holy Artifact was, for hundreds of years, used as a healing tool. That persons needing or wanting healing would come and rub the top of this Holy Artifact. I can only relate to you my personal experiences with this Holy Artifact, and the fact that I have let only 2 other persons see, and touch it, and they have both been healed. I also want to note that I have never been sick since receiving this Holy Artifact, and I have had such good luck that I was able to retire at age 30. Least you think this is all I have to relate, please be advised that I have for the past 15 years had other incidents that I assume relates directly to this Holy Artifact. If you should be interested in further discussion, please contact me by e mail, and I will continue this story. I will not bother to go into further detail at this time, but feel free to e mail me with any questions you may have, and if you should want to see this Holy Artifact, I will make arrangements. The pictures don’t do it justice.
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