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God Gifts on Earth



By Elena Oliva

















Copyright © 2018 by Elena Oliva


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Table of Contents

  1. Jesus and the Lion in the Clouds

  2. When I noticed Jesus

  3. Me and My Brother

  4. A Lady Friend at the Thrift Store

  5. Visiting my Priest

  6. A Visit with a Neighbor

  7. Visit the Catholic Church in Bogalusa

  8. Visit another Catholic Church; Me & my Nephew

  9. Easter Day

  10. I Remember what Jesus Told Me & a visit with Paul

  11. My Dream

  12. Understanding more of Jesus’ Life

  13. Things to Look for in the Sky in all types of Cloud Images

  14. Picture of the Virgin Mary over the Oak Tree and Sun, Clouds, Angels & Man Faces

  15. Big Dark Blue Hole in the sky in Franklinton, Louisiana

  16. GOD

  17. God Coming Through the Cloud and Sun, Jesus Next to Him

  18. Lion Next to His Face

  19. Jesus Face under the Sun in Dark Clouds with Angels

  20. Beautiful Angels

  21. Christmas Day

  22. A Little About Myself

  23. We Cannot Have Everything in Life Just How We Want it

  24. Warning





  1. Jesus and the Lion in the Clouds



My alarm went off at 5:00 am. It was Thursday, October 23, 2014; and I started my day as usual. After a deep yawn and stretch, I put on my robe and made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of my favorite coffee. As I could smell the aroma my coffee was brewing, I put on my robe and took my dog, Chico, for his morning walk. Once Chico finished his business, we went back inside. I went into the kitchen to feed my four-legged companion, and put water in his bowl. I slowly eased into my favorite chair, sipped on a cup of coffee and chicory and enjoyed the silence of the morning. When I looked at wall clock and saw it was already 5:30. It was time to wake up my youngest daughter, Rebecca.

I gently shook my daughter and told her it was time to wake up for school. I think she needed a few more minutes of sleep, but I didn’t let her. This was our morning ritual. As Rebecca got dressed, I was in the other bathroom brushing my teeth and washing my face. I don’t know what it was, but there was something special and magical in the air. After brushing my hair with a few quick strokes of the brush, and applying my make-up, I put on my black and grey sweater, my almost-favorite boots and a pair of jeans. By this time, Rebecca had finished getting dressed, ate breakfast and was ready to go. We hopped in the car and I drove a few blocks to the bus stop. Rebecca jumped out of the car, and I watched her fall in line behind some of her classmates to board the big, yellow-school bus to start her day.

I don’t know what it was but the day felt right, like nothing could go wrong. The sky was a beautiful ocean blue with minimal clouds as far as the eye could see. It was a little chillier than normal for Louisiana weather and I was glad I listened to my inner voice and dressed accordingly. On my way home from dropping off Rebecca, my oldest daughter, Tiffany, called me and asked if I could stop by and pick up Rebecca’s clothes she had forgotten over there the previous weekend. I was happily obliged to do so but I informed my eldest daughter I had a few errands to run that would take a few hours. If she was ok with it, I would be there at 4 pm.

After running around for a few hours, I finally completed my last errand of the day. I deposited my child support check at the local back in Covington. Since I hadn’t eaten all day, I was feeling a little weak, so I stopped at a fast food drive thru and ordered a hamburger combo in order to reduce the hunger pains and stomach growls. After my stomach was full and I regained my energy, I went to the mall to do a little shopping. What woman doesn’t like to shop on a beautiful day, right?

After spoiling myself in the mall, I called Tiffany and told her I was on my way to her house. She lives in small town called, Arabi, right outside of New Orleans. I live in Franklinton, Louisiana. The drive is over an hour and a half. I hopped in my car, turned on my gospel music and headed to my oldest daughter’s house, paid my $3 toll and drove on the Causeway Bridge. I know some people who have a fear of driving on it and I don’t blame them. The Causeway is the longest bridge over water in the world. It’s about 24 miles long and takes about 30 minutes to cross Lake Pontchartrain.

As the day progressed, it seemed to have gotten more beautiful or maybe it was how sunny and bright it was. It honestly felt like the light of heaven was shining on me. I never saw anything like that since I’ve been blessed to breathe on this planet. You could see the sunrays shimming and reflecting off of the lake, while simultaneously seeing the reflection of the clouds in the water. Bright and beautiful would be a bad choice of words, it was majestic and left me flabbergasted.

It was 4pm and I was driving at a steady 55 miles per hour on the Causeway. I will never forget that autumn day. I noticed in my passenger and rear-view mirror how the clouds were beginning to form shapes. I’ve always seen clouds form shapes before, but this was different. Curiosity caused me to peer to my left, then right. My fingers decided to press the button to roll down my driver’s side window. As the window slowly lowered, I enjoyed the crisp, coolness of the air blowing in the car, intertwining with the warmth of the sun on my skin. It felt great! My insides marveled at the experience, as I lost myself in the wonderment of the Creator’s work.

I wanted to preserve this moment in time, so I turned down the radio and picked up my phone to use the camera. I looked over Lake Pontchartrain with amazement. The big, white clouds, seemed to have formed around the sun like feathers on a bird. The light was beaming so bright over the still waters that I couldn’t look for long. Plus, I still had to pay attention to the road. I snapped a few pictures and continued driving while in a trance. Before I knew it, I was exiting off of the world’s longest bridge. I was glad I took those pictures because the clouds began to vanish and soon disappeared from over Lake Pontchartrain. The entire time driving on Interstate 10 through Metairie, New Orleans, and finally Arabi, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I witnessed and was a part of. I wondered if other people were lucky enough to see what I saw; or questioned the notion that it was only meant for me to see. Either way, I couldn’t wait to tell Tiffany about my experience on the Causeway.

I was at Tiffany’s house for a few hours, and I immensely enjoyed the visit. We talked for quite a while. I told her about my experience driving over the lake but I didn’t show her the pictures, I guess I forgot. She did agree it was a beautiful autumn day. When I realized it was 6:00 pm, I loaded up Rebecca’s clothes into the car and closed the door. I walked over to my oldest daughter, hugged her tightly, kissed her cheek and told her, “I love you.”

I got into my car and headed home, and made the hour and a half drive home through New Orleans to Franklinton, Louisiana. When I made it home, Rebecca was at the kitchen table doing her homework, so I took Chico outside to do his evening business. After I called Chico back into the house, I continued doing my motherly duties with a hint of glee. I checked Rebecca’s homework, made dinner for the family, showered and enjoyed the rest of my evening.

Before I laid my head down to sleep, I did my nightly ritual. I reflected on the day but I was extra thankful. I was thankful for my two beautiful daughters, my family, my home and my dog. I said my prayers like a believer in the Almighty does and should. I prayed for great things for Rebecca and Tiffany. Most of all, I prayed for everyday to be like that Thursday, on October 23, 2014. Amen.



  1. When I Noticed Jesus



It was a beautiful and crisp Friday evening; two weeks had passed since my life changing experience. The kitchen was full of aroma and conversation as I sat at the table while my sister cooked. As I sat at the table, I began to think about that day on the Causeway with thankfulness. I felt as though I was reliving the moment and remembered I had taken some pictures of that glorious day. I reached across the table, grabbed my purse and quickly unzipped it. I fumbled through the contents of my pocketbook and retrieved my phone. After turning on the phone, I went into the gallery and saw the pictures staring back at me. My insides had never smiled so big!

The first picture was very bright. The sun was a deep yellow; you could almost feel the warmth from the rays. The clouds were white and bright, seeming as if they were floating along the ocean blue skies like waves in water. The picture was amazing! For some reason, I began to zoom in on the picture. I saw two red shapes above the sun. I figured it must have been a glare, so I zoomed in a little closer. To my surprise, one of the clouds looked like an angel! I wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me, so I asked my sister to come over and take a look. After surveying the picture, she confirmed what I saw; an angel!

I thought to myself, Magnify the image as much as possible. As the clouds enlarged, I could see the makings of a face, beard, dark hair and eyes. The photo became clear and I couldn’t believe what I was now seeing. I blurted out, “No way!”

Chills began to cover my body. I was in shock. It was no angel I was looking at. I was an image of Jesus in the clouds!

I screamed, “Oh my God!”

I was not sure if my sister was oblivious to my outburst, so I called her over from prepping dinner to once again confirm what I was witnessing. When she reached me, I practically shoved my phone in her face with excitement. She told me she needed to retrieve her magnifying class from her bedroom. When my sister returned with the magnifying glass in hand, I snatched it from her and we began to inspect the picture. It was Jesus and it was beautiful! I felt as though I was experiencing God’s glory all over again. I was in awe!

I scrutinized every corner of the picture of the clouds and sun, examining it slowly and carefully. As I observed the cloud formations, images began to appear to me. I was not sure of the significance or symbolism but I saw doves and peacocks. I also saw a man; I’m assuming he was the King of kings or high priest of some sort, almost resembling a Cardinal or Pope. He looked almost biblical. The man was wearing a beautiful robe with a cross on it and other meaningful symbols. He had a beard and was wearing a MITRE, which is the tall headdress high ranking religious figures wear during ceremonies. I wish I knew what the symbols meant on his headdress, they were intricate and detailed. The figure had a cross on his right hand and was holding a big book. I don’t know if it was the Bible, Book of Laws, or the Book of Life. Whatever book it was, it looked important. In his left hand, he was holding something I never saw before. It was unrecognizable, but seemed important and powerful.

My sister and I continued examining the photographs I had taken on the Causeway Bridge. The image of Jesus was clear as day. In the clouds you could see the king and two birds around him I didn’t recognize. An angel was holding a trumpet and blowing in the direction of one of the birds. I was taken aback at how the clouds looked like a mural in the sky.

I turned to my sister and asked, “Why would God allow me to see these glorious images?”

She didn’t have a response.

I then thought about the other picture I took and quickly pulled it up on my phone. I zoomed in on the photo to see a dark blue sky, yet it was being pierced by the brightness of the yellow sun. On the left and right side of sun, you could see big, puffy clouds resembling feathers of a bird. It was amazing! Above the sun, the clouds made a shape of a lion’s face with wings. What did all of this mean? Why did I feel as though God chose to reveal himself to me? We continued studying the images. Although it was a still picture, the clouds seemed as if they were moving and faded away into the sky. Wow! All of this with the small red glare from my camera lens made it perfect.

My sister and I studied the pictures, ate dinner, and talked for a couple of hours. It was a lovely bonding time for the two of us. I love my sister dearly. It was getting late and we decided to retire to our rooms. I performed my nightly routine, but this time I was once again filled with thankfulness and glee. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, put on my night clothes and kneeled next to my bed to pray and talk to God. I thanked him for blessing me with the pictures and asked him what was he trying to tell me and why did he choose me to receive something so beautiful? Well, the man upstairs didn’t answer my question, so I thanked him again and left it alone. Deep down, I knew one day God would reveal the answer to my question, and I was fine with that. I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, closed my eyes and went to sleep. Amen!

  1. Me and My Brother



The next morning, I woke up and thanked God before my feet touched the floor. I began my usual morning routine: fixed a pot of coffee, walked Chico, and got Rebecca ready and dropped off at the bus stop for school. Before I knew it, the time was only 8:00 a.m. It was still early, so I went outside, sat on the porch and enjoyed my morning coffee. It was another beautiful day. I sipped on my coffee and looked at my pictures. To say I was full of joy was a major understatement!

My brother stopped by later that morning and I told him about my experience that Thursday afternoon, October 23, 2014. I showed him my pictures and he said all he could see were clouds and it was hard for him to see the images.

He then began to laugh, “Elena, you’re seeing things and you are tripping!”

I didn’t see anything funny but I stuck to my guns.

“It’s ok you don’t see them but I do.”

I asked my brother, “Why would God send me those images?”

He responded, “It was only meant for you to see.”

I exclaimed, “No it isn’t! God doesn’t want only me to see the pictures. There’s something more to it.”

He continued to laugh and said I was being silly.

I must admit, I was a little frustrated and was feeling some type of way about my brother not seeing the images and believing me, so I left it alone and changed the subject. He stayed and we talked a few more hours, then he went home. I sat in the chair on the porch and reflected for hours until I was at peace again.

I asked God, “What does this all mean?”

I don’t know if I was expecting for the heavens to open up and hear God’s voice but there was no answer. It was now evening and time to turn in. After showering and putting on my pajamas, I sat on the bed and a thought occurred to me! Although it had been a long day, I would get the images developed in the morning. I laid my head down on the pillow to drift off into la-la land.

Thank you God for all you are doing for me and my family. Amen

  1. A Lady Friend at the Thrift Store



It was November 25, 2014. I finished my morning duties and rushed off to have my pictures developed in Franklinton, LA. I must admit, I was ecstatic to say the least. I had two sizes developed. The first picture was an 8X10 of Jesus with the eleven images in the clouds. The second picture was a 5X7 of the lion with clouds for wings and birds in the sky. After looking at the blown up pictures, something told me to drive to the nearby Thrift store. I hadn’t been there in years. I guess a visit was long overdue.

I knew the shop owner for nearly 20 years. She had a husband who was a minister of a Baptist Church in Franklinton. He was the preacher and she sung in the choir. We would frequent the store since my children: Christopher, Rebecca, Tiffany, and Chelsea were little tykes. They loved getting cheap VHS movies and books for twenty-five cents.

When I walked into the thrift store, I saw she was with a customer, so I walked around; browsing. When she finished with the customer, I walked up to her. Her eyes grew wide and a big smile came across her face. We gave each other a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was good to see her. She asked about the girls and I happily gave a report. Tiffany was a hairdresser, Rebecca was in college and Chelsea was a freshman and would be graduating from high school in 3 years. She knew Christopher died in 2004, so she didn’t bring it up. Rest in peace son, mommy loves you.

I pulled out my pictures and happily showed them to the store owner. She could definitely see the image of the birds, but she couldn’t quite make out the other images in the clouds. She said Jesus’ face was too far away to see. I opened up my heart and explained to her what I witnessed on the Causeway a month prior. She told me it was a precious gift and a moment between me and God and that I should keep listening to him. God would keep talking to me and telling me what to do.

After about an hour of visiting my friend at the thrift store, I gave her a hug and exited the store. When I got in my car, something, maybe it was God, told me to drive around the corner and visit the minister at the Baptist church. When I entered the church, I walked to the back office and asked to speak to the preacher. Unfortunately, the minister wasn’t in but she told me to make an appointment. I thanked her for her time, told her I’d try another day, and headed home.

When I made it home, I felt disappointed but a voice in my head said, “Don’t give up, Elena.”

As soon as I walked inside, I reached for my phone and called my home church. When I called the Catholic Church, a young lady answered the phone, “Hello.”

I began to speak to the woman and told her about my amazing pictures I took. When I finished, there was no reply, only silence. I almost thought we were disconnected.

“Hello. Are you there?” I asked

She responded, “I’m here. I do apologize. What time would you like to make an appointment to speak with the priest?”

“Is 10 a.m. tomorrow fine?” I asked.

She responded, “Yes, it is. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

I told her “thank you” and hung up the phone.

Amen.






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