Diary of a healing cross of light
by
Buddy Piper
"Maitreya is going to flood the world with such happenings that the
mind can never comprehend it." Since Share International published
those words in 1988, I have been fascinated with the miracles that many
millions of people have seen on this planet, as "Maitreya hopes to
strengthen the expectancy in which He can emerge as the teacher for all
humanity".
My voice mail and fax machine are flooded with reports of miracles from
all over the world, sent by dedicated co-workers who have helped me become
the Modern Miracles Reporter. In interviews on more than 1,000 radio and
television stations in the US, I have tried to keep this nation informed
of each new happening. The following is one of the most fascinating miracles
I've encountered.
Marching 'Madonna'
A
fax said: "Check this." I did. Under police supervision, the
traffic was being stopped Good Friday evening, 1996, in a residential
neighborhood in Montclair, California, 60 miles east of Los Angeles, by
a diminutive housewife (Jo Ann Noriega), marching down the middle of the
street, dressed as Mary, the mother of Jesus.
She was carrying a piece of window glass that manifested dozens of tiny
glowing crosses, created by the light from the candles held by the scores
of people following her. Directly behind her was a volunteer group of
musicians who played inspirational music for the crowd of followers. 'Mary'
was asked into homes along the way to offer a prayer in English or Spanish
for those in need of healing.
Directly ahead of 'Mary' was Jo Ann's husband, Frank, dressed as Jesus,
carrying a heavy wooden cross, assisted by a grateful former alcoholic
and drug addict, Hussem Farrach, who had been healed by the cross of light.
The procession ended sometime later in front of the Noriega home where
all followers were invited inside, four people at a time, to look out
of the bathroom window at the breath-taking cross of light towering over
the homes nearby, manifested by the light of the full moon. I arranged
to interview Jo Ann Noriega later in the week.
The interview
I
arrived at the Noriega's small home, eager to hear how Jo Ann had attracted
hundreds of people to informal meetings there. Many who viewed the crosses
of light reportedly left with a more hopeful approach to life.
Had she always planned to do healing work like this? Jo Ann smiled. "Not
at all. Let me show you the critical points in my personal diary, the
diary I eventually called "'My Healing Cross of Light Diary'."
Jo Ann's diary describes a series of devastating on-the-job accidents
that her husband, Frank, a truck driver, had suffered from the late 1970s
through the 1980s. After one accident, doctors discovered a massive brain
tumor.
Surgery was successful, but he was unable to return to work for three
years. Another accident occurred when Frank purposely turned over his
truck to avoid hitting an out-of-control car with a woman and three children
inside.
To add to the problems, doctors informed Jo Ann in 1990 that she was incapable
of having children. A nun called Jo Ann months later, and told her of
a homeless woman who wanted to give up her child that was about to be
born. Jo Ann and Frank adopted the child. The miracles of the crosses
began some two years later, with a dream. Jo Ann read from her diary.
"My healing cross of light diary"
13
October 1992: I had a dream. Jesus was on a cross, between two other crosses
- three crosses in all, dark clouds rolling in. I was running toward the
crosses saying "I'm here for you. Whatever it is for your will to
be done, I'm here." Jesus said: "Pay attention - watch."
8 December 1992: I watched always, especially the clouds. Today I felt
a loving presence in my kitchen. It seemed to pull me into the bathroom.
I asked myself: "Why am I here?" It was 6 pm, dark outside,
yet a light was shining in my window. I looked out slowly and saw a great,
beautiful cross high in the sky!
Frank came home about l0 pm. I quickly took him in to see the cross but
it was gone. He looked at me strangely. "Jo Ann, are you all right?"
I told him it had really been there and I felt maybe it had something
to do with my dream.
9 December 1992: When it got dark, the cross appeared again and I was
excited about showing it to Frank, but by the time he was home the cross
was gone again. He looked at me kindly, but told me I had been working
too hard and that he was worried about my health.
11
December 1992: Frank was home early, but it was almost 9 pm and the cross
had not appeared. Suddenly, it did! Frank saw it, exclaiming: "My
God, what's happening? We've looked out of that window for years but never
saw anything like this!"
16 December 1992: I'm so sad - the cross has completely disappeared. I
feel as if my best friend has deserted me. It was so beautiful.
27 December 1992: I am depressed. I prayed all day: "Jesus, give
me a sign if the cross will return. It helped us so much to see it. Do
you want others to see it? I'll show it if you do!"
28 December 1992: It was growing dark as I was outside my bathroom window,
cleaning the yard. Suddenly, I decided to go into the house and turn on
the Virgin Mary night-light on the wall in the bathroom. "Now, why
did I do that?" I asked myself.
Almost immediately, I heard my next-door neighbor screaming. I rushed
out to see what was wrong. She pointed at my bathroom window, shouting:
"My God, you've got another cross! It's inside your house by the
night light!"
This was our second cross. I saw three crosses in my dream. Could there
be one more?
3 January 1993: Another joyful day! At about 7am, I looked out of the
bathroom window and was temporarily blinded by a tremendous light. I grabbed
my sun glasses and was thrilled to see, rising above the houses nearby,
a cross whose light source was the winter sun. This was the third cross
which had appeared. As it got later in the morning, it kept rising higher
and gradually bent over the top of our house before it disappeared.
8
January 1993: It was becoming obvious that the daytime cross would stay
around as long as the sun was able to contact the cross energy which seemed
to surround our house. The cross had appeared regularly during the past
six days.
11 January 1993: This evening an idea came. "Frank, go replace the
burned out lightbulb by our neighbor's side-entrance door. She's not home,
but I want to try something." "We can't do that, Jo Ann - besides
she would have to turn the switch on for us."
I replied, without knowing why: "The switch is already turned on."
And, it was. Our night-time cross, which can be seen as we look out of
our bathroom window, was born again tonight - it's beautiful.
13
January 1993: We are receiving emotional healing from the crosses, and
are deeply grateful. At about 11pm tonight we heard a group of voices
outside our front door and then a knock. We opened the door carefully.
A woman asked me: "Are you the woman with the crosses?" I was
shocked and told her we had never told anyone about them except our neighbor.
"We don't know your neighbor. We don't even know you, but we were
walking by and saw Jesus' face on your living room window. He led us to
this house." We asked them to come through the gate at the side of
our house to look at the cross in our bathroom. There were about 20 people,
but how did they know? They never did tell.
9 February 1994: By now we had discovered that the first beautiful cross,
which eventually disappeared, reappeared every full moon shedding a beautiful
blue light, so I felt Jesus wanted the crosses to remain. I started showing
them to everyone who would listen to me, as I had promised I would if
He would bring them back. Jesus?
13 February 1994: At about 8am, I was showing the crosses to several people
looking out of my bathroom window. I felt I was going into a trance of
some sort and asked Frank to get my camera quickly. A series of forms
started manifesting inside the bathroom on the ceiling and above the door
as the sun reflected off a photo album I had been showing.
I
snapped a picture of each form. The people didn't seem to see what I saw,
but I followed the forms until one settled on my closet door across the
hall from the bathroom. I took that picture. I believe it to be a picture
of Jesus. Then the form disappeared, but if I was lucky, I have it in
my camera.
13 March 1994: That photo I took a month ago is wonderful. Looks like
the outline of Jesus to me. As I was looking at the picture today, I felt
an impulse to point my camera at the sun and take a shot. Wonder what
that's all about, if anything at all?
20 March 1994: Got the picture I shot as I looked at the sun. There was
a cloud with the face of a man in it. Jesus? Jo Ann stopped reading from
the diary to tell me that after she got the photos that she believed to
be of Jesus, the healings started happening.
24 April 1994: "My name is Hussem Farrach. I'm an alcoholic and a
drug addict and have been in my addictions for 19 years. I'm 3l years
old now. PCP, cocaine, heroine and LSD were my ways of coping till I met
Jo Ann Noriega, who was working in the rehabilitation center. I was invited
to see her crosses of light.
As
I approached the window, I fell to my knees and started to cry. I prayed
and felt an angelic presence. I smelled lovely roses, yet no roses were
there, only God."
Jo Ann said that Hussem has been clean and sober for nearly four years
and has helped dozens of addicts recover. He has also portrayed Simon
helping 'Jesus' carry the cross three times in the street pageant on Good
Fridays.
20 October 1996: Sue Knudson was scheduled to go to the City of Hope hospital
for cancer surgery. She came by to see the crosses before going and prayed
for a healing. She reported to me today that when she saw the doctor he
told her they couldn't find the cancer. It was gone! Sue tells everyone
the cross healed her.
"Almost every week someone is experiencing life-changing experiences
in the meetings," Jo Ann commented, "but I'm always the most
touched when something good happens for children, like this one in the
diary."
17
January 1998: Bichly Dinh, 11 years old, was brought to a healing meeting
by her mother because Bichly could not see well out of both eyes. "I
experienced something very beautiful," the young girl told me. "I
went into sort of a trance-like sleep. I saw Jesus, who had come to give
me a new pair of eyes. It was very peaceful."
When she awoke she was crying. I asked her if she was OK. She told me
she was and that she can see much better now. Jo Ann Noriega has turned
her tiny rental home into a shining cathedral of hope. She teaches love
and evokes healings for those who come to her. By opening her heart, she
has become the compassionate vessel He uses to change lives for the better.
I've often wondered how Christ chooses the disciples who carry His message
of love to this troubled world. As I waved goodbye to Jo Ann, I no longer
wondered. Christ uses those who have suffered to serve the suffering,
because they care.
Source: Share International
from: Share International July/August 1998
Reprinted courtesy of © Share
International
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