In 1972, my husband and I had a big argument. He went to bed and went to sleep. I couldn't as I was still so upset. My head was pounding and I took some aspirins hoping to be able to get to sleep. I laid down. A few minutes later I felt myself whooshing upward surrounded by the most beautiful intense, all enveloping white light. Never had I felt so wonderful, so elated, so light and free as if several tons of weight had been lifted off me. I remember thinking that I had never realized how heavy the human body and the material world were. I was told not by spoken words but words felt in and out of me, completely enveloping me, both singular and plural at the same time that I was free if I chose to be. I was esctatic with joy. Then I was asked if I wanted to say goodbye to anyone. I looked down then and could see through the ceiling to the bed where my husband was sleeping. I wasn't concerned about leaving him. Then I floated over to the room where my two young sons were sleeping. The younger of who was still a baby. Then I started worrying about what would happen to them if I left and how they would feel with no mother. I started crying, knowing that I could not leave my babies yet not wanting to leave the wonderful joy I felt at being in the light. I was then told that it was my choice alone. I felt that if I left my children I would be abandoning them and I was the one who chose to bring them into the world. They told me that no one would judge me except myself. That if I could live with leaving them, then that was fine - but, that if I couldn't I would be allowed to return. I did not want to return, yet I couldn't bring myself to leave my babies. Then I was advised that if I chose to return that I had to do something in exchange for the privilege - that I must do something to help people the rest of my life. I asked what I was to do and was told that it would be given to me when it was time. I was also told that I would be protected and nothing would happen to me as long as my children needed me. And, that when they no longer needed me, I would be given another opportunity to return. Reluctantly, I agreed to the terms and was allowed to return. Next, I awoke with my husband frantically leaning over me and calling for an ambulance. He thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and I had no pulse. I came to crying because I really didn't want to be there. Prior to this time, I had not had more than the ordinary metaphysical experiences and was not particularly interested in such things. Afterwards, my personality changed, some of my talents changed, I was no longer willing to stay in an unhappy marriage, and I began having many metaphysical experiences, sightings, and enhanced psychic abilities. I went from being a basically conservative housewife and real estate agent, to being a young divorcee with a part time job in order to stay home with the children while they were small, and began doing psychic readings and what became a lifetime of serious study of metaphysics. I struggled for months and years with the changes that took place from this experience. My friends said I was a stranger - not the same person. I had been unhappy but content in my marriage, it was not intolerable to me. I began knowing things about others psychically that I did not want to know. I researched and studied for years in an effort to understand and come to terms with the changes in me. Shortly after this, I awoke early one morning to see someone standing in my dressing area. I was absolutely terrified. I was home alone with the children. My husband had not come home yet. I froze and started praying. Then I gradually realized that the shape was not a physical person but some type of spirit. I prayed some more. Then she spoke to me - it was Mary. Raised as a prostestant, I did not believe in praying to anyone other than God or Jesus - or the trinity. So, it was a major hurdle for me to cross when she instructed me to pray to her. She advised me that whatever I asked of her, she would grant and that she would always be there for me. I was then instructed to go and get the icon that our Priest had given me recently. I had put it away for safekeeping so it wouldn't be broken. She told me that I was to keep it always by my bedside. I have done so ever since. Later, my husband came home and found me in the garage frantically looking through boxes and so cold I my teeth were chattering - it was mid-winter. He finally convinced me to come back inside and go to bed and pray that when I awoke I would know where it was. I did and the next morning, I awoke and went straight to where the icon was put away - the very top shelf of the storage cabinet in the utility room. In the years following, I had several close calls where I should have been injured or killed in auto accidents and angels lifted my car out of harm's way. The first occassion, a friend was in the car with me. She was so shaken by the experience, that she barely talked to me afterwards. She, too, saw the hands lift the car and set it back down further down the road at at the exact moment we were nearly crushed between a truck running a red light and a utility pole. There was no possible way out, but the angel's hands lifted the car up and over. I myself was so shaken by the experience, that I blocked it out of my memory until a similar incident happened a few years later when angel hands grabbed my steering wheel and turned my car off to the side of the road just as the truck in front of me slammed on its brakes. He had long steel poles protruding from the end. Had my car not been moved, I would have been struck by the poles. There were many other such incidences through the years but not as dramatic as these two. Then in 1986, Thanksgiving Day, I had gone in to lay down after dinner as I had not been feeling well. Again, my head was pounding and I took some aspirin. Then suddenly, I found myself at a river knowing that on the other side was where I had longed to be. I could not bring myself to cross. Then a voice told me, 'This is the time we promised you. You are free to go if you choose to.' I protested, 'But my children aren't grown yet.' Their reply was that I was told when my children no longer needed me, not when they were grown. They advised me that my children's personalities were set - that they would be what they would be whether I remained or not - that my work with them was virtually done. I then protested that I had only barely begun fulfilling my promise to help others and that I desired to stay and do that. I was told that was my choice and then shown a vision of my future. They showed me I would move and where to. I then requested that since I had been struggling alone since my first meeting with them, that I desired that if I was going to stay here, then I wanted a soulmate to share the time and journey with me. They said it would be granted but not right away. There was no promise this time that I would be protected. It is interesting that after that, I was not protected from cars running red lights and slamming into me. It happened four times in four years. I can only surmise that I was not supposed to be living where I was. I did move to the area they showed me for a while just like they said and did move back where I am now as they had shown I would do. I have not yet met the soulmate they promised me and am still seeking further avenues of fulfilling my promises to help others. How it changed my life:These experiences changed the entire course of my life, my interests, my talents, my goals, and my beliefs.
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