My Friend Wilhelmina
A few days ago, I learned that my friend Willie (Wilhelmina) had recently died. For many years she was in our Cenacle Prayer Group.
Early this morning, as I prayed for the repose of her soul, I suddenly found myself in a beautiful green garden.
Willie was there, looking so cheerful, just as she was while alive, and in an excited voice, she said to me, “Oh, Valentina! Thank you for your prayers.”
I stood next to her, admiring her dress, and I said, “Oh, you are dressed nicely!”
She wore a long very soft pale blue dress, almost white. A large group of ladies stood with her. Together, we were admiring a small, single-level house made from a special shiny material. It wasn’t too shiny, but it was surrounded by a light, all aglow. It was neither cement nor brick but some special heavenly material.
I said, “Goodness me, I have never seen anything like it.” Our Lord can make anything.
Willie turned to me and said, “I think that is your house, Valentina.”
I replied, “I don’t think so. Nobody told me that it is my house.”
Then suddenly she realised, and with excitement in her voice, she exclaimed, “No! No, that’s for me! Oh, that looks so beautiful.”
“Oh Lord, this is better than the one I had at home (on earth). I am so grateful. Look at the beautiful house they prepared for me.”
She was so happy and overwhelmed. As we admired the beautiful house, I noticed two columns on the roof, each about half a metre high, and they were real flames of fire that were moving.
As I admired the flames, I said, “Look at that, Willie! That’s the Holy Spirit, and it’s on top of the roof of your house!”
Willie is in a good place and truly cheerful and happy.
Willie, pray for us, and may you rest in peace.