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It was Christmas time in ’86, when we went up to Connecticut from Maryland, to spend the holiday with relatives. The day after Christmas I received word from my French-Indian Grandfather (in spirit) that my mother, his daughter, was in the process of passing into spirit. I called her house in Arizona, and spoke with my Step Dad. Luckily, I had caught him when he came home from the hospital for a fresh change of clothes. He told me that it was true, my Mom was in the hospital, and the doctor didn’t give her much time. I was hoping he was wrong. After all, a doctor had told me my Dad would pass within six months, and he lasted eleven years! But, since my grandfather is my Gatekeeper, (the one who allows only those of the most high closest to God, to come through me as a channel) I couldn’t help but believe him, he was always right, it seemed.
I went in to start packing my suitcase, my mind full of the details of getting a plane to Arizona, when pictures of my Mom that I carried with me in my suitcase, fell out into my hands. As I held them, I looked down at the image of this beautiful black haired woman, with striking green eyes, exotic high cheekbones, and burnished brown skin; her heritage was obvious. I couldn’t believe that this incredible woman was about to leave the earth plane, because she had so much to live for! Not to mention, how much I would miss her, as she was really the only one who could understand me, and my abilities. She said it was passed on down through the family, but she had chosen not to use hers. Yet, this was the same woman who had told me so many things that would come true. She said that I would have three children; the last one would be a girl, when I was older, and she would be born near palm trees. She told me this right after the doctor told me that I would never be able to have children. She said, no Darlen, he is wrong, listen to your Mother, and believe. Well, she certainly was right about that one! In fact her and I chose my daughters name when my boys were three and five, and it was ten years later that my daughter was born in Hawaii!
I also remembered what she had told me at Thanksgiving, when I told her about the World Peace Meditation. She said she thought she could accomplish more, if she was in spirit when it was held on December 31st.
Now as I looked at the photos, I clearly heard her voice, “I know you want to come to see me, but please don’t, my little Darlin, I want you to remember me as I am here in these photos, as I was healthy then.” “Go on to your conference as planned, I will meet you there.” Hmmm, I thought how did she know that I was scheduled to be at Virginia Beach for a conference at the Edgar Cayce Foundation? Stupid question, I laughed to myself! If she were close to spirit, of course she would know…
My Grandfather, called to me, “Daughter of The Moon”, she is very close now”. He then proceeded to keep me up on her condition, all through the night. Pepae, as I called him, would tell me when she was back in her body, or when she was drifting out of it. The whole situation sounded a lot like before a baby is born, how they come in and out, before they decide to stay.
The next day I left a beautiful snow covered winter scene of Connecticut, and traveled to Virginia Beach. I just came into my hotel room, and went outside on the terrace to smell the ocean air, and see the vast beauty of the crashing waves, when all of a sudden I could smell gardenias, surrounding me, they were my mother’s favorite flower! I could feel my mother’s arms close gently around me, and she told me that she had made it, she was totally free of pain…hot tears rolled down my face, and yet, I celebrated with her for she could now fly free, free of pain, free of the restraints of her physical body. Then suddenly I was interrupted from the experience, as the phone rang in my room. I answered it and before they could tell me their news I said, “Yes, I know, she’s passed on, she was just here, to visit me for the last time”. It was my husband (at the time), he was calling to tell me that he had just gotten a call that my Mom had passed on. He then said, “Boy, I can never surprise you with anything!” “I should have known that you all ready knew”.
I also knew she was now able to go to the light, that she was in God’s hands now. My Mom passed on seven months before my Dad so she could be there to greet him, and they could work upon forgiveness. I am indeed fortunate to be opened enough psychically, so that I was able to hear from both my Mom and my Dad when they passed.
But, each of you can experience this when you are ready. Many stories have been written about this type of experiences. Our Loved ones always try to reach us from beyond, but many times our fear of it, blocks it. Let go of the fear, and you will realize that there is something after death. The physical body may die, but the soul lives on, and they will always live on in our memories.
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