Below is my testimony, as I recorded it at the time.
Last night, 01 Feb 2023, I was sleeping soundly at about 2 AM. I slowly and calmly awoke and became aware of someone standing over me to my left. It was a woman, dressed in plain light tunic and darker cloak. She seemed small and slight, but strong. She said nothing and did not acknowledge my awakening. She was bent slightly over my chest and, with arms extended, focused intently as she slowly kneaded and rolled something in her hands. The object of her attention was red, a little larger than a soft ball, but very elastic and pliable; like a dark lump of raised bread dough. wondering what she was doing, then came to realize that she was holding my heart in her hands. There was no incision, blood, or pain; just this quiet woman intently and gently kneading and squeezing my heart in her hands. This seemed to go on for a time. At some point she stopped, motionless; still leaning slightly over my chest, heart in hand. In that instant, she was gone. I returned to a peaceful sleep thinking, “That was strange!”.
I thought, at the time, that my visitor might be the Holy Spirit or perhaps a favorite Saint, like St. Macrina, the Younger. But, only She knows.
First Thoughts 