The White Rose of Christ

By Carla Danesi

A factual based account of one woman's extraordinarily life-changing experiences and how they have revealed to her the elusive answers to the greatest questions that have ever perplexed humankind…

A fascinatingly translucent testimony that enthralls you from start to finish…

An unexpected perspective that asks you to challenge everything you thought you knew about the world we live in and life itself…

A testament to the unequated value of Love and its correlation to human existence…

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098393496

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Copyright © 2021 by Carla Danesi

The White Rose of Christ

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Print ISBN: 978-1-09839-348-9

eBook ISBN: 978-1-09839-349-6

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Table of Content

Introduction

Dedicated to Jesus of Nazareth

Acknowledgements:

Introduction

The following events are based on true and actual experiences. I decided to write them down to give others a chance to know what I have discovered. Many of my accounts can be corroborated by witnesses. I have neither exaggerated nor embellished anything. I hope you find the pages enlightening...

In the bible it says that God is especially close to those that are broken hearted; If this is true, it explains why I have my spiritual gifts. Although it was apparent to me when I was a child that my mom was very ill, I did not know how truly brutal the sickness that she had until I was given her diagnosis all of those years later. There is little that compares to the devastation of early onset alzheimers along with frontal lobe dementia. The cruelty and ruthlessness of these illnesses are very hard to put into words. A person must experience it first hand to even begin to comprehend the true insidiousness of it. To say my heart was broken to know that this was the cause of my mother’s issues was an understatement. The pain and grieving of knowing and seeing what the disease was doing to my mother’s mind and body combined with the hurt and havoc it was wreaking on my father and brother was so great that at times I almost thought my spirit would leave my body while I was still living. That combined with the brutal and relentless treatment I received from my classmates as a child added up to enormous mountains to overcome. I had always suspected that this higher power was with me, especially in these most difficult times of my life. From my experiences I believe a person’s spirit can represent and embody many things that include traits and characteristics of that person. I believe it is like an intangible element; something that exists but is hard to define with words. Perhaps a whisper on the wind or the good feeling a person gets on a beautiful summer’s morning. Perhaps all of these things and much more are the embodiment of the human spirit which we cannot fully comprehend because it is too multi-dimensional. Although I have not yet found all of the answers I believe I may have caught a glimpse of the reality which stretches beyond this physical world and into another. I feel it is only right to share my experiences so that others can benefit by preparing themselves for when their time here in the physical body has come to an end. From what I’ve seen, heard and experienced I can truthfully say that I believe this world is only the beginning...

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When I was a little girl I was dealing with the deep and great pain of knowing there was something wrong with my mom. It had occurred to me that it could be some kind of mental illness which meant my brother and I could be taken away from her. I did not want to split up our family so I held onto the thought that there was a higher power that could help me with her. I tried really hard as a child to be kind, loving and caring to both of my parents, especially to my mom because I knew that she was somehow ill. I was always clean and well groomed and wore clean clothes to school but at that particular time my parents did not have much money. My father worked a blue collar job as a welder and he did not want us to be in daycare because he was old fashioned and thought mom should stay home and take care of us. He also worked a second job installing carpeting and linoleum to make extra money to support us. As the years went on our situation improved dramatically, however my parents never made having a lot of money their top priority. They focused very little on money and always put love first, love for my brother and I and