I would like to report a small miracle I experienced from the Royal Martyr and Passion Bearer, Nicholas II.
Some background: I have had a deep respect and love for the last imperial family since my high school days. Then, I was a socialist (in the manner teenagers hold such views), and had been reading communist literature and Russian history. In reading about the murder of the Royal Family, however, people of irreproachable personal character, helpless and friendless, I grew deeply disturbed, and ultimately abandoned my sympathies for revolutionary thinking along with embracing Orthodoxy, and I credit the example of the Tsar as one of the myriad small elements in my ultimate embrace of Christianity.
As for the miracle, the year was 2019. I was in a deep depression. I had completely reversed my sleep and wakefulness, becoming nocturnal and reclusive. I was involving myself in wasteful and harmful distractions. I fell asleep around late morning on a summer day in August and had a dream. In my dream, I was sitting amongst a group of children, and the Tsar was seated on a chair teaching us. He turned to me, and kindly but sternly began remonstrating me, though I don't recall the words. I recall his grave but kind face very well. Upon waking from the dream, I felt a renewed spiritual vigor, and was able to start getting life in order. I was able to got to confession, and shortly after Isecured part time employment with a small Orthodox publisher and doing some translation work, and have not fallen into such a state since.
Holy Martyr Nicholas, pray for us!
