THE RAINBOW LADY

THE RAINBOW LADY

The following is a true story which I have kept mostly hidden from others for the past 22 years.

I have not told it to many people, because most would not believe me.

Today I will share it with you.

THE STORY

In 1999 I attended a morning mass at a Church in Croydon in south London. After mass, I walked to the back of the Church and noticed a small poster pinned to the wall.

The leaflet was advertising a pilgrimage to a place called Medjugorje in Bosnia, where it is alleged, the Virgin Mary is appearing.

As I was reading the poster, the priest came up to me and I asked him about it. He said to me that I could obtain more information if I called the number on the poster, which I did.

I spoke to a woman who kindly offered to give me a loan of some books and videos, so I agreed to drive the 20 odd miles to her home to collect them.

When I arrived at her home, she invited me in and we sat and talked over a coffee. I guess, she must have been in her 50’s, I was 27 years old at the time. After a while, I asked if I could use her bathroom.

This is when things got weird.

She pointed towards her kitchen and said “Through the kitchen, turn left and the door to the bathroom is on the left”.

As I walked through her kitchen, I glanced at some large framed photographs she had on her kitchen wall, to my surprise, they were not photographs of her family, they were all photographs of rainbows.

I then went into the toilet, and whilst there, I kept thinking about the framed rainbow photos and thought to myself “I must ask her why she has them”.

When I came out of the toilet, I decided to take a closer look, this is when I started feeling a little spooked.

I counted approximately 20 framed photos of rainbows, they covered the entire wall of her kitchen, not only that, but what really shocked me was the simple fact that the same roof of a particular house was in each and every photo.

Each rainbow photo was different, the arch of the rainbows were different in each, the sky was different in each, some appeared to be taken on sunny days, some on overcast days but all of them had the same roof in them.

I finished glaring at them and returned to my seat in the living room to continue our conversation.

When I sat down again, I looked her in the eyes and said “Sorry to be nosey, but can you tell me about the rainbow photos?”.

The woman replied:

“Oh yes!, I love rainbows, so Jesus sends me a rainbow every year on my birthday”.

I almost dropped my 3^rd cup of coffee. I was speechless, I didn’t what to say know or how to reply to a statement like that. She sensed my confusion and motioned me to come with her into the kitchen.

As we entered the kitchen, she said:

“On my birthday Jesus always makes a rainbow appear over my house”, and she then pointed out the same rooftop on a some of the photos.

I had to clarify, I stated “On your actual birthday?”.

She replied:

“Yes, every year on my birthday, sometimes I get worried He won’t send one, but it always appears”.

I did not know what else to say, I recall smiling and being polite about it. She did not appear to think this was anything extraordinary, there wasn’t much emotion expressed; she stated it like it was just a simple matter of fact, just like how she told me where the bathroom was; a simple matter of fact.

She didn’t seem too bothered about how I would react. I got the impression that she expected me to just readily believe her without any surprise on my part. Shortly afterwards, I finished my coffee, took the books and videos, thanked her and left.

During the drive home, it was all I could think about. You see, I am a Registered Mental Health Nurse and I know when someone is delusional, I know psychosis when I see it.

This woman was telling me the truth.

A few weeks later, I returned to drop off the books and videos. I did not mention the rainbow photos again and neither did she.

One more thing, when I handed the books and videos to her, she said:

“Thank you, when you came last time, I was worried you may have been Satan”.

Make of that what you will.

THE RAINBOW LADY

The following is a true story which I have kept mostly hidden from others for the past 22 years.

I have not told it to many people, because most would not believe me.

Today I will share it with you.

In 1999 I attended a morning mass at a Church in Croydon in south London. After mass, I walked to the back of the Church and noticed a small poster pinned to the wall.

The leaflet was advertising a pilgrimage to a place called Medjugorje in Bosnia, where it is alleged, the Virgin Mary is appearing.

As I was reading the poster, the priest came up to me and I asked him about it. He said to me that I could obtain more information if I called the number on the poster, which I did.

I spoke to a woman who kindly offered to give me a loan of some books and videos, so I agreed to drive the 20 odd miles to her home to collect them.

When I arrived at her home, she invited me in and we sat and talked over a coffee. I guess, she must have been in her 50’s, I was 27 years old at the time. After a while, I asked if I could use her bathroom.

This is when things got weird.

She pointed towards her kitchen and said “Through the kitchen, turn left and the door to the bathroom is on the left”.

As I walked through her kitchen, I glanced at some large framed photographs she had on her kitchen wall, to my surprise, they were not photographs of her family, they were all photographs of rainbows.

I then went into the toilet, and whilst there, I kept thinking about the framed rainbow photos and thought to myself “I must ask her why she has them”.

When I came out of the toilet, I decided to take a closer look, this is when I started feeling a little spooked.

I counted approximately 20 framed photos of rainbows, they covered the entire wall of her kitchen, not only that, but what really shocked me was the simple fact that the same roof of a particular house was in each and every photo.

Each rainbow photo was different, the arch of the rainbows were different in each, the sky was different in each, some appeared to be taken on sunny days, some on overcast days but all of them had the same roof in them.

I finished glaring at them and returned to my seat in the living room to continue our conversation.

When I sat down again, I looked her in the eyes and said “Sorry to be nosey, but can you tell me about the rainbow photos?”.

The woman replied:

“Oh yes!, I love rainbows, so Jesus sends me a rainbow every year on my birthday”.

I almost dropped my 3rd cup of coffee. I was speechless, I didn’t what to say know or how to reply to a statement like that. She sensed my confusion and motioned me to come with her into the kitchen.

As we entered the kitchen, she said:

“On my birthday Jesus always makes a rainbow appear over my house”, and she then pointed out the same rooftop on a some of the photos.

I had to clarify, I stated “On your actual birthday?”.

She replied:

“Yes, every year on my birthday, sometimes I get worried He won’t send one, but it always appears”.

She didn’t seem too bothered about how I would react. I got the impression that she expected me to just readily believe her without any surprise on my part. Shortly afterwards, I finished my coffee, took the books and videos, thanked her and left.

During the drive home, it was all I could think about. You see, I am a Registered Mental Health Nurse and I know when someone is delusional, I know psychosis when I see it.

This woman was telling me the truth.

A few weeks later, I returned to drop off the books and videos. I did not mention the rainbow photos again and neither did she.

One more thing, when I handed the books and videos to her, she said:

“Thank you, when you came last time, I was worried you may have been Satan”.

Make of that what you will.

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I almost dropped my 3^rd cup of coffee. I was speechless, I didn’t what to say know or how to reply to a statement like that. She sensed my confusion and motioned me to come with her into the kitchen.