For a great number of people, it is a sign.
Regardless of one’s religious affiliation or lack thereof, there are events and relationships in life that give us the feeling that they are a part of something bigger.
It is necessary to avoid doubting the things that happen or the difficulties that may come up on the path in order to have faith in God.
Italian photographer Alfredo Lo Brutto recently shared a shot of a figure he had captured in the sky on social media. The figure had a striking resemblance to the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Reaching a height of thirty meters, this magnificent statue is not only the biggest representation of Jesus on the planet but also the highest art deco statue ever created.
Alfredo managed to spark some controversy when he shared the amazing snapshot he had taken over the Tyrrhenian Sea. Some say that the figure is just the clouds with the sun beaming through them, while others think it is divine and a sign from God.
People have expressed different opinions about pictures that have surfaced online before, and this time, there are a sizable number of people on both sides of the debate.
The view enthralled me totally. “I don’t usually post images on social media, but when I took this one, I instantly felt like I wanted other people to see it because it was so beautiful,” Alfredo told Daily Mail. “Since I don’t share many pictures, I don’t share them on social media very often.”
We can all agree that this image is extraordinary because it portrays the beauty of the natural world in which we live, even if you don’t think you can see a picture of Jesus in it.
What position do you occupy? What’s in front of your eyes? Do you believe there may be a connection between this sign and higher powers?
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This Caribbean Island Is Back From the Brink—and Ready To Share Its Treasures With the World
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The paintings of Italian-born artist Agostino Brunias, who made a profession of depicting the island in subdued, stylized settings that covered up the harsh realities of colonial control, were my first visual introduction to Dominica. However, as soon as I step onto its winding roads, which begin to twist shortly after I arrive, it becomes evident that this region, which is situated in the center of the Lesser Antilles’ curve, is anything but tame. The two-toned leaves of its bois canot trees, which change color from green to white when they sway in the wind, shimmer and bristle with the power of the volcano. It lulls with the erratic sound of its numerous waterfalls, scatters rainbows haphazardly across its breathtaking horizons, and enchants from the depths with its vibrant coral reefs. And it roars come storm season.
The indigenous Kalinago people of Dominica survived invasion by the French and British, who imposed slavery on the Africans who now make up four-fifths of the island’s population and left a linguistic legacy of English and French-based Creole, by mastering the lush tropical rainforest that covers more than 60% of the island. If you visit Trinidad for roti and Jamaica for jerk, you should travel to Dominica for green things like bush rum and flower teas. There are a ton of medicinal herbs in the forest.
The Jungle Bay Dominica resort, located smack dab in the center of the Soufrière jungles, leans into nature instead, maybe realizing the futility of fighting against the earth’s generosity. When I finally get there, the kitchen is closed. Joanne Hilaire, the operations manager, tells me that they never let guests go hungry, though, so I can feel the warmth of Dominica’s welcome. The cook is preparing an excellently stewed dish of beans with taro, rice, and plantain for our late dinner, off the menu, while I have a refreshing ginger-lime cocktail that is a local favorite. When I wake up the following morning, I find that my villa’s doors open onto a private veranda that faces southwest toward Soufrière Bay, where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean converge. I let the light wake me for the remainder of my stay by leaving my blinds open.
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