|
True testimonials from friends and acquaintances
During the course of the last two years, I began asking friends and acquaintances if they had any stories in their own
life that could be related to my spiritual journey. Many came in. I will continue to update this page as more stories are
sent.
Jeannie Silver is an internet acquaintance from Friends of John Edward….…. Pam Blizzard’s
site.
Raymond DeCroce is the cousin of the artist Marianne Dean, who supplied the photo for the cover of the book.
Katherine Baker is my sister-in-law.
Dot M. has been my internet bridge partner for over two years now.
Tracy Gearhart is a friend of my niece Elisa ( who’s story about her premature baby is in the journal
).
Katherine C. is an internet acquaintance.
Andrea Wiste is an internet acquaintance from Friends Of John Edward .
Julie is an internet acquaintance from Friends of John Edward.
______________________________________________________________________________
From: Jeannie Silver
Hi Pilotman:
I've actually done most of my school work and I'm going to have to sacrifice the computer to my award winning
husband, but I have some minutes and thought I'd tell you the Angel story. It actually didn't happen to me, but to one of
my best friends. And believe me, every word is true.
So back in 1993 there was a terrible car accident on a winding road down by our beach. The car flipped, the
driver was thrown from the car, but the passenger was trapped and barely alive. My friend happened to be driving by and stopped
to see what he could do. He knew a little about CPR, but not much and was very grateful that another gentleman happened on
the scene shortly after he did. He helped him to administer to the young lady and by then the Rescue unit had arrived and
took her to the hospital. After the commotion had died down, my friend went to the police station and wanted the name of the
gentleman who was standing with him so that he could thank him because without his advice, he never would have been able to
save her. The police said no one was there -- he was the only one on the scene. My friend insisted it was impossible, but
they also were equally adamant that he was the only person other than the victim, at the scene.
It doesn't stop here -- (just so you know, the victim lived, although her quality of life has diminished
a bit), but as a thank you her family invited my friend and his wife to a Christmas party they were having that year. My friend
is very interested in art work and was looking around at the various photos of family that were displayed. (This is a HUGE
family) All of a sudden, my friend called his wife over and said "THAT'S HIM!!!!!! THAT'S THE GUY WHO HELPED ME!!!!!!”
Well, it was a picture of a priest. He called over the mom of the girl and told her this was the guy who
helped him save Marybeth. Her mom then told him that that was quite impossible. The picture was of her brother and he had
died 10 years before that.
I absolutely love that story. My friend cries every time he tells it -- he has made believers out of many
of my practical, prove-it-to-me friends. Cool huh?
Jeannie Silver
**********************************************************************************
From: Raymond DeCroce
The Gift of Light
It was early in October 1996. It was a very busy time in my life. I just seemed to be doing more and more.
At the time I was working on several business deals, managing an auto racing team, and taking care of several properties.
I was traveling back and forth across the country a number of times every month. My life was fill with tremendous stress and
my life had no clear direction. I was just going and I didn’t know where or why. I wasn’t even thinking about
it. What I did not realize is that my life or the way I was living my life would soon overwhelm me.
I was not sleeping well at all. Things were really piling up. I was becoming more tired each day but I could
not sleep. I had just returned home from a weeklong trip when I came down with a cold and sore throat. Yet I kept pushing
myself to do more. As I was getting ready to go to work one morning I collapsed and lay on the floor for several hours. I
just did not have the strength to get up. I had pneumonia. Also have asthma and until then I did not realize the complications
that were about to occur. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Latter that evening I had a sense that death was
near. My airway began to close and soon my difficult breathing became a death rattle.
My entire life from childhood to then started to pass before me visually in a panoramic view at high speed.
I realized then that I was dying. I was fighting back, struggling to breathe until finally I asked God to do with me as he
wished. I then went through a period of forgiveness of others and then of myself. I then began to let go of life. I realized
that my time here on earth was coming to an end.
As I was taking what I thought were my last few breaths of life I closed my eyes, my body became cold and
rigid and all of the sudden I felt as tough I were no longer a part of my physical body. I looked back at my body lying there
on the bed then I saw and felt some of the most beautiful sights and feelings that I have ever experienced. I felt a great
relief, all my worries were gone. It was peaceful and quite. I was totally as ease. I began to feel a warm sense of love and
joy as I was being drawn in closer to the most brilliant light. I sensed the presence of other beings near me. They surrounded
me with a feeling of love, joy, warmth and peace. There are no words to fully describe what I saw and felt.
I do not know how long I was in this beautiful place. The next thing I remember was waking up in my body,
shaking, cold and weak. For some reason I dialed 911 and was transported to the hospital.
When I returned home from the hospital I spent the next month giving away most of what I considered at one
time to be things that I just had to have in my life. Now they were of little or no value to me. I then started to ask myself,
what have I done with my life? What has been my purpose? Life does not end when we die and now my mind and spirit were the
most important elements of my life. The physical body is simply a vehicle, similar to a rental car. You pick it up when you
get here and you drop it off when you leave. Have respect for it and take care of it because it is going to take you where
you need to go. But know in your heart that you are more. I was filled with a new spirit. I knew that my life suddenly changed
and that I would never ever be the same again. I have never felt greater peace in my life. I was filled with love and I was
accepted for who I am and all that I have done. I am humbled by the experience. My love for this life grows stronger everyday
along with my constant yearning for more and more knowledge and understanding. It was not my time and I have more to do in
my life here on earth.
What will I do with my life? Why am I here? Why have I been allowed to continue on in this human form? I
am aware of the fact that I need to obtain more knowledge and understanding and as the truth reveals itself to me I am realizing
that we are here on earth to grow. This is the place where we learn to express love, compassion, forgiveness and kindness.
We grow in spirit by sharing love. We are here to love, to care for others, to forgive, to understand, and to serve the world.
What is my purpose? How will I live my life? I love what Christian D. Larson said about purpose in “The Pathway to Roses”
Our purpose is to live the purest, the largest, the fairest, the most useful,
the most beautiful, and the most spiritual life just for today. To be our very best here and now, with no desire to outshine
some other being but simply to be all that we are in divine being now. To fill the present moment with all the spiritual sunshine
that we can possibly radiate through the crystal walls of love, peace, faith, and joy. This is life, and he who lives with
such a purpose forever in view, shall never know an undesired moment.”
Raymond DeCroce
*********************************************************************************
From: Katherine Baker
I have been asked to retell the story of what went on with my guardian angel and me February 27, 2001, the
day my husband Bobby died. This was a crisp February morning, nothing out of the ordinary, until I started to work. I live
in a very small East Texas town and I drove daily to a job 40 miles away in Greenville, Texas.
This morning as I was leaving for work, I kissed my husband goodbye, as usual, and told him I loved him.
He was handicapped, and was home each day alone due to blindness.
That day, as I was entering the small town of Lone Oak, I heard a noise like someone had hit the side my
car with their fist. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and looked at the car, the tires, etc. trying to figure out
if I had ran over something or what had caused the noise.
Well, I found nothing, so I got back in my car and drove less than a mile when I went around a sharp curve
in the road, and traffic was stopped dead still in front of me. There was a long line of cars up the road a little ways on
a bridge. I saw fire trucks and ambulances and police cars everywhere. I thought ‘Oh no, a wreck and I am going to be
late to work’; but immediately I thought about what had just happened back down the road less than a mile. Something
had caused me to stop my car and get out and look at it. Little did I know at the time that it was probably my angel trying
to stall me so I would not have been on that bridge at the time of the accident. If I had not stopped, the timing would have
probably been perfect for me to have been the one in the head-on collision.
As I sat in the traffic waiting for them to clear the road, I thought I would call home and ask Bobby if
there was another route I could take (he knew all the back roads). So I called him on the my cell phone, but when it rang,
it sounded like someone just picked the phone up and dropped it. I hung up thinking my battery must be low, so I plugged it
in to recharge. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I tried to call my house again. This time a policeman answered my phone
‘Fletcher Residence’ and I immediately panicked. I asked who he was and why he was answering my phone. The nice
man on the other end asked who I was and ask if I was Bobby’s wife and when I told him who I was, he told me to turn
my car around and get home as soon as I safely could. I asked what was wrong and he would not tell me. So I made a few phone
calls to my sister-in-law and my daughter who both lived close by. Neither of them were at home, so I kept trying until I
found someone…. and I was told that my husband had just had a massive heart attack and died. Needless, to say I was
in shock .
I turned my car around to start back home but I stopped to have a cry when my pastor called and told me to
just stay put because he and his wife would be coming to get me and drive my car home. I was sitting in the car on what I
thought was the shoulder of the road with my head down on the steering wheel crying my eyes out when all of a sudden I heard
something and looked up. There was the nicest, cleanest, neat looking middle age man getting out of a van and walking back
to my car. I don’t know where this van could have come from, because both lanes of traffic were stopped so no one could
have gotten through.
He walked up to my car and said “Ma’am, I am here to help you. I know you are in distress; I
don’t know what your problem is but I was sent here to help you.”
I started crying and told him that I had just gotten the news that my husband was dead. He helped me get
my car off the road and to safety at a nearby roadside park. This man offered me something to drink and brought my Kleenex
and told me he would stay with me until my preacher could get there. I have never seen this man before and only saw him once
since. I kept asking him his name and he told me I didn’t need to know his name; he was just sent to help me and his
name wasn’t important. He stayed with me consoling me until my pastor got there and he left.
Minutes later as we went through the town where I had stopped previously because of the noise I heard in
my car, this young man was standing on the side of the road hitchhiking.
Now, I know God sent this man to me in my time of need. I don’t know what happened to the van he was
driving earlier. I believe without a doubt that he was my guardian angel that day from the time I heard the noise and stopped
my car…. which could have helped me avoid the head-on collision ….to being with me during the saddest day of my
life.
Yes, there definitely are guardian angels.
**********************************************************************************
From: Dot M. ( Story #1)
Hi Bob,
Got your E-mail, very interesting! Thought you might be interested in an experience I had back in 1982.
A friend and I went to this medium who was recommended by another friend who was really into it. My friend
was divorced and wondering if she would meet someone who would become her 2nd husband.
My turn came and I sat in a small room facing this woman, no tarot cards only candles. During the session
she asked me if someone close to me had recently crossed over. I told her my sister had died the past December, only 55 from
acute leukemia. No, she said, it was more recent than that. I couldn't think of anyone. That was a Thursday evening.
The following day around dinner time I got a call from a friend of my mother who had an apartment in the
same building asking me where my mother was. Her newspaper and meal from meals on wheels was in the front of her door and
she did not answer. My mother had been diagnosed with having a very large thoracic-abdominal aneurysm which could rupture,
surgery was not a possibility. I had a feeling when I got the call that probably this has happened and hoped that she did
not try to get help.
When we arrived at her apartment she was in her bed, covered with her glass of water on her bedside table,
her rosary beads and no sign of life. The time of death could have been as early as the previous evening after she went to
bed, she had not been feeling well and probably went to bed early. The medium apparently picked this up.
Another weird coincidence - my parents were separated for several years, never divorced and my father had
already died. My mother may have died on his birthday. That's pretty strange, yes?
Dot M.
______________ Dot M. story two ____________________
From Dot M. ( Story #2 )
Hi Bob,
My neighbor Ellie died almost 5 years ago, lived next door for about 38 years. Her daughter Carol has severe
respiratory problems and is mostly confined to the home and on oxygen much of the time. She has experienced several instances
where her mother was in her home, one of her sons said he saw Ellie following his mother down the hall, Carol said "Hi Mom"
but did not see her, only felt her presence.
Another son came over and was lying on his mother's bedroom floor and felt a presence in the room. He said
who's here, I feel someone and Carol said "Oh, it must be grandma”
Carol's only daughter Cathy lost her first child and noted a little fuzzy blue ball following her around
for three days, felt that it was the lost child reassuring her that all was o.k.
Ellie's husband Pete has felt her in their bedroom moving things around on the bureaus, but when he opens
his eyes it stops. This is all one family. Pete and Ellie also own a home at the Cape and her presence has been felt there
also. Ellie was a wonderful lady, loving and caring of her family but also the "core" of the family.
Daughter Carol about 1+ years ago had an acute episode of respiratory failure, touch and go that she would
survive; during this episode she was flying with her mother and her aunt Jean; when they got to the "pearly gates" they told
her she could not come in because she had more work to do on earth.
Well that should add to your journal. How about that?
Dot M.
**********************************************************************************
From: Tracy Gearhart
Hey Bob,
Tracy Gearhart here, Elisa's friend. I've gotten quite a few things from you in the past regarding John Edward,
and your experiences (although, I haven't gotten anything in awhile??). My mother and I went to see Antonio Santos last weekend
at the Holiday Inn in Roswell. Elisa thought you would be interested in hearing how it went.
I have been an avid follower of John Edward, Rosemary Altea, Sylvia Browne, and James Van Praagh for as long
as I can remember. However, although I have this HUGE fascination with the "other side", I had never had a reading. I was
watching John Edward one day a few weeks ago and there was a commercial on talking about a group gathering the following week,
where there would be readings done by two mediums. Mom and I have been wanting to do this forever so we bought tickets. Every
day, up until "D-day" I prayed to my dead relatives to come through for us. One person in particular, was my cousin Jimm,
who passed from AIDS back in January of 96. He was in a lot of pain the last few years of his life so I really wanted to know
how he was, and if he was watching.
The event was from 4 PM to 6 PM. At around 2 minutes until 6, mom and I looked at each other as if to say,
"Oh well, guess it just wasn't meant to be for us!!" We both said we were going in without any expectations, but...........we
were starting to feel REALLY disappointed. Little did either of us know that at that time, we BOTH BEGGED Jimm to come through.
Tony was in the process of trying to read someone else, and stopped for a moment and said, "Just one second,
I'm being pulled over here", and he came towards the area we were in. He stared directly at me and said, "I'm getting a male,
to the side, that passed from AIDS."
Mom and I both about fell out of our chairs. This could not be!! Of all the readings that day, every time
he started to connect with people, 3 or 4 people would raise their hands to say that all applied to them. The funny thing
about this was, NO ONE but mom and I had a relative that passed from AIDS.
OK, back to the reading. He went on to say that this man had a wound on him that would not heal (the passed
year of Jimm's life, he had a sore that got so bad, it was almost to the point of the doctors having to amputate his leg).
He said he was seeing the #3 for the third month or the third of a month (Jimm died on January 3rd). He said he left a sibling
behind and there was an E connection ( My maiden name is English, he was quick to say that wasn't it.) It was an EL connection.
(Jimm's sister Beth, a.k.a. Elizabeth) He said that someone had a collection of teddy bears (clueless on that), and that Jimm
had a favorite stuffed animal that was his security blanket throughout his life, and that when he passed, someone in the family
got it (again, clueless). He ended by saying that he sent his love and just wanted to "stop by and say hi". I was a mess.
Mom and I came home and called Beth.
The teddy bear collection??? That was hers, just so happened to be sitting next to a necklace Jimm gave her
within hours of his passing. The stuffed animal?? True....Jimm had a stuffed tiger he took with him everywhere, even had it
when he passed. My aunt took it and has it sitting on her bed. My cousin Beth has never gotten the nerve to try a medium,
but after this experience, she wants to find one. We were all floored by this experience. I can't even explain the relief
I felt.
Sincerely,
Tracy
___________ Tracy Story two ______________________
Hey Bob,
I'd be more than happy to share!! It is common knowledge at this point that most feel the reason children
are more open to these experiences is because they have yet to be told that these are just figments of their imagination.
My oldest daughter Katelyn (picture attached), I feel has a gift of receiving messages from my family. My husband and I always
wondered when she was an infant what was going through her mind, or what was she seeing that we weren't. She would lay on
the bed or in the floor staring up at the ceiling and she would just laugh at the air (or was it?). The first real proof for
me was when she was 2 years old. It was around 9 PM one evening and she came running down the hall to me and said "Mommy,
there's a man in your room." Obviously, I was incredibly freaked out wondering what she could possibly be talking about. I
went in with her and she pointed to an area in my sitting room and said that was where he was. I then asked her what he looked
like and she pointed to a picture of my grandfather who passed away in October of '93, and then she said, "It was him, and
he told me to tell you hello." That was hard to grasp.
A few weeks later she was in my bedroom jumping on my bed laughing her head off and talking like she was
with someone. When I went in and asked her what she was doing, she told me that she was playing with her friend Jimmy and
he was making her laugh. I don't know if she just picked that name out of the air, or if she may have possibly been talking
to my cousin Jimmy
(Jimm to his friends) that had passed from AIDS years before.
When she was 3 1/2 we were coming home from getting some lunch and from the backseat Katelyn says, "Mommy,
grandaddy told me that he got hurt by a bad gun." My husband and I exchanged a look of shock as my daughter has never known
about the suicide of her great-grandfather. She never knew him, he had passed 5 years before she was born, however, this is
the same man that she saw standing in my bedroom a year and a half before. I asked her what she was talking about, and she
said that grandaddy had told her that he hurt himself with a gun and that he wanted us to know that he's ok now. I had struggled
for years with the fact that he had committed suicide. It was a complete shock to the family as he was 76 years old, and it
just seems so strange that someone that age would do that. I constantly talked to him asking for a sign that he was ok, and
finally, I think that happened. Since that day, we haven't heard anything else from him.
She still talks about "people" that she talks to and she seems to have a fascination with talking about God,
and what God says parents should be. It is kind of strange, as she's only been to church one time. She also apparently knows
quite a bit about death and is not afraid of it, and always reassures me that it nothing to be afraid of. I can't help but
think she has a gift. It just doesn't seem normal for a child so young to be talking about things like this. All I can do
is keep her mind open and encourage her to tell me whenever she has something like this happen.
Hopefully this wasn't too lengthy!! Good luck with the book and keep me posted on your progress!
Tracy
****************************************************************************************
From: Katherine C.
My first husband was ill for sixteen years with nephritis which worsened and medication he took caused all sorts of different
things to happen to him mentally as well as physically. He became a violent alcoholic and we divorced. I still loved him and
for the next two years we became good friends and he stopped drinking, was in dialysis and facing a kidney transplant. His
transplant gave him six weeks of wonderful life when he started to run a fever. Rejection!
He re-entered the hospital, and complained of a headache. I was with him on Sunday night, and it was obvious
his head hurt. I left him with the promise to return soon, and the next day at lunch he suffered a fatal stroke. I'm sure
I need not tell you the sadness that follows such a terrible death; however, I never felt so alone in my life. I will never
forget how he looked in his casket, he had had lovely black curly hair, but it had been shaved and surgery had been performed
on the back of his head, and so to cover his head for the funeral they had wrapped a large napkin-like cloth just over his
head. That sight stayed in my mind.
A few weeks after his death I was awakened by the light coming on in my bedroom at 3:15 a.m. I jerked up,
knowing that I had turned off the light when I retired, and then my eyes cleared and I saw Bill standing by the bed....the
same suit he was buried in, the white cloth still around his head. He stood there, not moving, looked at me for a while, then
said "don't worry. everything will be all right."
I looked down at my clenched hands, then up again and he was gone. No more sleep for me until I had checked
all windows and doors.....I can still see him standing by the bed. I lay back down and slept like a baby, never another sleepless
night.
Katherine
****************************************************************************************
From: Andrea W.
Bob,
I must say that I was very interested in the journal you sent to me the other day. It is nice to hear about
the experiences of other people. I will attempt to share all of my experiences with you, I do not have exact dates because
I have not actually put together a journal of my experiences but I will give you what I do remember.
Anyways here goes.....
A visit from my grandfather Arvid.
My daughter Megan is about 2 years old now. She spends a lot of time in her room watching movies on the TV,
and playing with her toys. I had just returned from a bus trip to the Mall of America in Minneapolis. Before I left on the
trip, I purchased a book by George Anderson called "Our Children Forever". Oh God what a book to read by yourself on a bus.
I was practically in tears the whole way up to Minneapolis. The whole time I was reading this book I was thinking of my grandpa
who had died when I was in the 4th grade. I am now 28 so that was a long time ago. I kept thinking about him, how I missed
him, how he looked, the way he joked with us kids, the tractor rides he would give us, how much I loved him, etc. I remember
thinking "I wonder if he ever thinks of me, and comes to see me and my daughter."
This book is a very thick book and I was almost finished with it when I returned home from my trip to Minneapolis.
As I was sitting on my sofa reading this book, my 2 year old daughter comes out of her room and walks up to me and crawls
up on my lap. She had a picture in her hand. She pointed to my grandfather and said "Grandpa". It was the only picture I had
at that time of my grandfather. I couldn't even tell you where she had found it because it had been years since I had even
seen the picture. There was no way she could have known it was grandpa because she had never seen the picture before or ever
seen a picture of him. How did she get the picture? There was no sign of a mess, like her rummaging through papers and finding
the picture. It is a mystery to me, but it was reassurance to me that my grandpa does think of me and my daughter and he does
visit us.
I just know that these things have happened to me for a reason. I had to leave Randy to get him to see my
position and take me seriously. My guides have put these things in my path because I need them, and because I have asked for
them. I continue to receive information from my guides but just can’t remember all of them at the moment. Talk about
Coincidences, there are plenty of them in this story.
I have more stories, but I will have to get them down tonight, my children need some attention, and I need
to get them ready for bed.
You haven’t heard about the “visits” at night yet, I will fill you in on them tonight.
Love and Light,
Andrea W.
_________________Andrea story two _________________________
My stories of “visits from beyond”
Most of the visits happened just after the birth of my 2nd daughter. I was home on maternity leave, and managed
to get some reading done, and played around on the internet a lot. I also had just discovered John Edward just 2 weeks prior
to my daughter’s birth. I had stumbled unto Suzan’s website “theseance” as well. Things were really
happening I think because of the combination of it all. I was learning a lot from the computer and meeting others with the
same experiences. I was very much involved in all of this, and yes, I did wish to communicate with the dead.
I should tell you that we are all sofa sleepers. We have beds’ upstairs, but ours is a waterbed, and
I slept on the sofa the whole time I was pregnant. I still can’t stand that damn waterbed. My daughter Megan is now
4 but was 3 at the time, she would not sleep in her bed unless I tied her into it (which I never did but was always tempted
to). After the baby came, she slept in the bassinet in the living room until she was 5 months old. So eventually Randy started
sleeping on the sofa too. Maybe he was lonesome, but he also says that now he can’t stand sleeping on the waterbed.
(We have a normal sofa and a large corner shaped sofa so there really is plenty of sleeping room, you just can’t stretch
out and get comfortable.) Ok.
One night, my baby was maybe 6 weeks old, I awoke and I felt a small little animal jump up onto the sofa
and lay down on my feet. I sat up and looked at my feet. I could still feel this small little animal lying on my feet but
could not see it. I knew I was not dreaming because I could see everything around me in the living room by the dim light of
the fish tank. The baby’s bassinet was right next to the fish tank. My other daughter was asleep on the small sofa,
and I was on one side of the corner shaped sofa.
After about a minute the feeling was gone and I laid back down and went to sleep, somewhat shaken, but I
went back to sleep. I knew that the visit was either from an old cat or from a dog that had belonged to a girlfriend of mine.
Her name was Angel. She was a Shitzue. She was old, and had to be put to sleep. The last 2 months of her life she had lived
here with my family, because my friend had to move into an apartment, and couldn’t have a pet. So Angel was familiar
with my furniture and the fact that we were sofa sleepers. My old cat had been gone for about 4 years, and we had never had
any visits from her. Angel was put to sleep in October I think, and my baby was born in November. So Angel had been gone maybe
3 months or so. I think she stopped in to visit and let me know she was ok, and to see the baby. I still was not sure it was
her, but the next visit she gave me I knew without a doubt it was in fact her.
About a month after that visit, I experienced it again. This time I was laying on the other end of the corner
shaped sofa, and when I sat up to look at this invisible little thing laying on my feet, I felt it jump off my feet onto the
floor, and could hear the click, click, click, of her toenails on the floor. My floor is carpet, but I heard it as if was
on a wood floor. I could tell from the sound of her toenails that she was very excited. As excited as she would get when she
would finally get your attention so she could go outside and go potty. She was a very human dog, and very loving. I still
miss her. About the moment I noticed that it was Angel, I said “Hi Angel” and then she was gone. That time I believe
I may have posted it in the seance message board.
She did come to me one other time, but believe it or not I was actually trying to sleep upstairs and she
just laid her head on my chest. I awoke and felt her presence there on my chest. It only lasted but a moment and it was the
last time I have noticed her here in my home. My friend says that she has had visits from her as well.
I can’t tell you exactly how many times this has happened to me. I remember waking up many times in
the middle of the night because I had felt someone or something gently tapping me on the shoulder. It always seemed to happen
during those moments when I was shifting or stirring in my sleep. I am awake, fully alert, and aware of where I am and what
the room looks like about me. On one occasion, I was dreaming (I don’t remember what I was dreaming) but I was awakened,
and I heard “Let’s finish this upstairs”.
I then sat up on my sofa and listened to the sound of footsteps going up the stairs right next to the living
room where I was. Of course, I didn’t go upstairs, but I also didn’t get back to sleep for hours after that. It
really was scary. I remember looking about the room while I was hearing the footsteps. Randy was asleep on the other side
of the corner shaped sofa and my daughter Megan was on the small sofa. The baby was in her bassinet. We were all right there
in the living room. By now I was used to all this activity and never once thought that it could have been a stranger in my
home. I just knew it was a spirit. One other occasion I received the tapping on my shoulder and I laid there pretending that
I didn’t feel it. I sensed the presence of the spirit but was again frightened.
No matter how much I wanted these experiences, it seemed that when they happened to me I was just too chicken
to actually speak to them. I just laid there with my eyes closed for what seemed like about 5 minutes and then it was gone.
After it left, I was struck with a major feeling of disappointment. Not just my disappointment in missing yet another opportunity,
but the spirits disappointment at not getting through to me.
Since that night, there have been many other instances where I am awakened in the night. This is where my
symptoms turned out to be “Hypnogagia” according to Marc on the seance website. I don’t know if it has to
do with the fear of the visitations or what but the last 5 or 6 visits I have had have been paralyzing. I mean, that when
the spirits come to me at night, I awake and feel as if a porthole of light or energy is opened, and I feel paralyzed. It
is as if I can’t move, scream, or even defend myself if needed. I don’t feel as if they are there to do me harm
but I just can’t shake the feeling of fear when it is occurring. It eventually became too much for me. Yes, I am sad
that I screwed up my opportunity, but I finally put an end to it and said enough. I don’t want this to happen to me
anymore. It was hard getting to sleep after the paralyzing stuff was happening because I was scared it would happen again
every night. I have not had an experience now for about 2 or 3 months.
I believe that my spirit guide is always guiding me and participating in my life every moment. I don’t
consider spirit guidance from my guide anything to fear, because they have only done good things for me. I have John Edward’s
tapes, but have only listened to them once. I need to schedule appointments with my guides and listen to my meditation tapes,
but I have children, and am starting a new business part time out of my home.
PS
I also have the channeling your spirit guide audio tapes that go with the “Opening to Channel”
book by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. The book is co-written by their spirit guides Orin and DaBen. I love those tapes and
plan to use those a lot in the future. If I remember any other experiences, I will jot them down and send them off to you.
I would really love to hear what you think.
Love and Light,
Andrea W.
***************************************************************************************
From: Julie
I have had several angel encounters and I have to say, they were like no other encounters and I will never
forget the beautiful divine white light and the way it made me feel.
I was finally diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the tender age of nine, eventhough the pain had
been going on when I started crawling. The same day I was diagnosed with RA was also the same day I experienced my first angelic
encounter. I had gone up to my room to go to sleep about 8:00 as I had such a long and traumatic day! My brother and I would
leave the light on in the bathroom because we were scared of the dark. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night to this
beautiful, divine, bright light surrounding this little old lady with big cheeks and soft white hair swept up in a bun, wearing
a long dress that looked like a quilt with patches of red, yellow, blue and green. She had a long white apron on and was carrying
a basket in her left hand. My first thought was....I'm dreaming and who is that??? She smiled at me and I remember the peaceful
feeling that washed over me. I have to admit I was so scared and pulled the covers over my head and thought....please go away,
I'm scared. I pulled the covers back down so I could see if she had left. Nope, there she was smiling and holding her right
hand out for me to take. I shook my head no...please don't hurt me. I heard her sweet voice but her mouth didn't move "do
not be afraid my child, please take my hand. I shook my head again and said " not now, I can't, I'm scared." She smiled and
as she started fading away, the light became so intense it never hurt my eyes, I felt a sense of peace, eventhough, I said
I was scared.
The next morning I told my parents exactly what happened and they believed me. We couldn't figure out who
it was. We left it as my guardian angel!
I grew up and remembered every detail about that lady and that night, I spoke of her often. I had gone off
to college and came home one weekend, walked through my parents room to go to their bathroom, turned the corner by daddy's
chest of drawers and screamed bloody murder!! My momma and daddy came running in and I had my hand over my mouth pointing
to a black and white portrait of a man and a woman. The woman had big cheeks, white hair swept up in a bun and you could see
the top of the apron. Momma and daddy knew that was the lady in my room that night. The lady is my three or four great grandmother
and the only other person in both families that had severe rheumatoid arthritis!
I often wonder and wished I would have taken her hand, where would I be or what would I have seen?
My
next encounter was when I was in the hospital for about two weeks when I was 10 yrs old. My arthritis had gotten so bad, I
was running a fever of 104 for about 4 days straight. All my systems were shutting down and the Dr.s had done every test and
couldn't figure out what was causing the systems to fail. I couldn't walk, I had to be carried to the bathroom, I couldn't
move my fingers, they were so swollen and had to be fed etc....the Dr's told my dad to prepare my momma and brother for me
to die (I never heard about that until i was 20 yrs old)......but here's what happened....
My dad was trying to get
me to drink barium for one last test....he was sitting on the bed with me...telling me little jokes to get me to laugh, while
trying to get that nasty stuff down.....
A big bright light was in the corner of my room and I was mesmerized by it's
beauty. A man was sitting in the corner of the room, but not in a chair, he was suspended in mid air...he smiled at me and
it warmed my heart....he said "please do not be afraid little one....it's not your time....I'm here to help you."
I
looked at my daddy and asked him if he could see the man sitting in the corner of the room..Dad said "no, what man?"....I
said to my dad....."Daddy I'm not going to die. Please don't be sad!" I remember the look on his face to this day. He said
"sweetheart, the Dr's don't know what's wrong with you and so we don't know what's going to happen, we don't know if your
body will make it"....I said, "No daddy, you don't understand (at that time the man turned from looking like a man into a
big tall angel with wings, a white gown, sandals, and a halo, he said his name was Michael) The angel in the corner said I
was going to live! I have never seen my daddy cry as hard as he did that day...he just held on to me and we cried and thanked
God! Daddy kept saying how much he loved me!! Momma came into the room to see what all the crying was about, daddy couldn't
talk to tell her what happened, so I did. The three of us sat on the bed and held each other and wept tears of joy!
The
next day...the fever was gone, and my systems started working correctly! I left the hospital and went home!
I've had some other close encounters over the years from being sick with the RA, but, that was the closest
near death experience I have had!
I have other stories to tell, let me know if you would like to hear them!
Love & Light,
Julie
***************************************************************************************
|
