In the silence of the early morning, of March 15, 2008, I awoke with sharp, penetrating chest pains. They were so severe I sat up in bed to try to breathe. I was sure I was having a heart attack. The pain eventually eased but I was in a fog of whiteness. I heard fluttering. It was almost as if I were flying. It felt peaceful. My head and body collapsed back on the pillow. I do not recall anything but complete brightness of pure white. There was no sense of time, only pureness. I heard a ringing in the distance. It kept ringing and ringing. I finally realized it was the phone. I answered and I had a message to come quickly to my mother’s house, which was a few blocks from me. When I arrived, I found my mother dead in her bed. Her hands were still warm and I held them until they turned cold. I closed her eyelids and one opened back up. It was meant for me to see the journey she was taking. Within her right eye I saw crystal brightness, a tunnel of the highest, intense beam of light. Pure, heavenly beauty is what I viewed. It was as if I could “see” through her eye. I could see the journey of that overwhelming peace that was bathing and caressing her and taking my mother’s soul back to her divine origin. I am sure you have realized by now that my sharp chest pain happened when my mother was experiencing her heart attack. I know with all that I am that she was trying to take me with her on the journey to heaven. A mother’s love so deep for her daughter that she wanted to take her along to heaven but it was not yet my time to leave. When I got up from her bed, my knees were so weak it felt as if a rug had been taken out from underneath my feet. I realized that I was not hooked up to my enteral feeding machine. My stomach is paralyzed and this is my life line for nourishment. I do not recall detaching myself before I left home. I will always wonder “who” detached me. Did it happen when I was floating with angels earlier that morning? What a wonderful thought to know that someday I will be free of all machines, to fly with the angels.
Have you ever had a dream so real that you are positive it happened? On February 18, 2009, my mother’s birthday, I felt someone take my hand and I floated with this person. Then a hand pointed to a woman’s back. The woman turned and it was “my mother.” She was radiant and looking at the most beautiful view. I could also see it; a majestic river, lush green grass, flowers of every color, and bright sunshine. She had always needed prescription glasses and she was extremely excited to tell me that she no longer needed them to view all the beauty around her. She also told me what I was experiencing was real and was not one of my photographs. I asked her where my father was and she quickly stated, “Over there.” I felt again like I was floating and woke up in a daze. I think my mother is still trying to get me to heaven if only for short visits or glimpses of the wonderment!
As I post this for you to read, it is February 18, 2012. I wish my mother a happy birthday and I hope she will give my father a kiss from me, on his birthday, the 28th.
Until next time, God bless each of you in His own special way *♥*