The Good Mother
Dru sat bolt upright, coming awake as she put her feet on the floor. She
listened to the familiar sounds of her house. Her husband೮oring hadn͊ awakened her, but worry about her youngest daughter had. Dru௬der
daughters had taken the eight-year-old to the family࣡mp in the
mountains. Dru dressed and left the house knowing her baby was in trouble.
As Dru drove toward the camp from town, she called her daughters on the CB
radio. The girls answered that they were driving to the local hospital.
The youngest girl had slipped on the trail and cracked her head. Dru met
them at the hospital.
As a young girl 鮤aer shared her insights with anyone. Like many
talented people, she didn't know she was different.
In 1963, Linda was sixteen years old and living in Los Angeles. Weekday
mornings, her mother roused the house using an intercom. As Linda readied
for school at five-thirty in the morning, an announcement interrupted the
塵tiful music西mother usually played on the intercom. John F.
Kennedy had been assassinated in Dallas. Linda was horrified.
At breakfast, no one in her family mentioned the President being killed.
Feeling sad and not knowing what to say, Linda too remained quiet about
the terrible news. No one spoke to her about the Presidentथath on the
school bus or in her morning classes. She attributed this silence to
everyoneೡdness about the tragedy.
Five hours after Linda heard the announcement, while in class, her teacher
received a note, began to weep and then quietly announced to the students
that President Kennedy had just been shot.
Again, Linda was stunned. She asked a classmate, 蹠are they just now
announcing it? That happened early this morning.쩮da received a blank
stare from her classmate. Now, over forty years later, Linda still does
not understand what happened.
Respect your Gut
ﳥ衳 a story with which many people can identify. She was excited
about her new job and new boss. She had heard excellent things about this
remarkable manࡢilities and commitment to the community. Inexplicably,
when she met him, she became agitated--she did not like him.
For a year, Rose worked hard for him and tried to like the man, but felt
continually repulsed by him. A short time after she changed jobs and
supervisors, the man died in a DWI accident.
After his death, Rose got her explanation. The man had been leading a
double life--righteous by day and predatory by night.
She had sensed the dishonesty in the man, whom she had no rational reason
to distrust. She had just tapped into her intuition, which told her he was
The Psychic Geologist
Ჯl,ᠰrofessional psychic, is accustomed to 奩ng宵sual
information in her head but was surprised by the objective validations her
vision received when she met with a large group of women in a small
community in a foreign country.
One of the older women in the group asked Carol if the area in which the
group members lived had any special healing qualities and if so, why.
Carol answered that the area did have extraordinary healing qualities
because it surrounded by an enormous crystalline formation.
She described a network of caves riddled with crystalline growths. To
Carol the formation looked like a spine of amethysts along the center of
the region. She took out a paper and pencil, sketched a map of the region
and then drew a subterranean ridge for the crystalline formation down the
When Carol finished her explanation, several of the women chimed in that,
indeed, there was a crystal formation just as Carol mapped it. These women
told stories of amethysts bubbling out of springs along the region͊ midsection.
A week after the meeting, one of the women from the group went to the
nearby university to see a geology professor. She asked about and he
confirmed the crystalline structure in the region. From a book he showed
her a map that identified the area൮usual formation. The woman pulled
out Carolਡnd-drawn map. They matched.
The Psychic Physician
Several years ago, a new client in her late twenties came to Carol with a
malady her physician had been unable to diagnose. The young woman had
serious symptoms: excruciating pain throughout her body, and rapid weight
and hair loss. She could not sleep or relax, and came to Carol as a last
resort. Carol looked at the woman, saw brittle bones and ﴿the word
Carol told the young woman she had a serious calcium deficiency, and
should contact her physician, have her blood checked and start taking
The next day, the young woman went to her physician and asked him to check
her for a calcium deficiency. The physician reluctantly complied.
When the results returned, he apologized to her. Because the woman was so
young, he had never considered checking for a calcium deficiency, which
was her malady. With the physicianਥlp, the young woman started taking
calcium supplements, revamped her diet and recovered.
The Good Brother
宲y衿a growing apprehension for his brother, George, who lived
quite a distance from Henry. Henry felt Georgeਯuse somehow was a
physical threat to George and his family.
As time passed, Henryxious feelings for George's safety grew. Henry
rallied his mother, and other brothers and sisters to pressure George to
move. Finally, George moved his family.
The next night, a huge tree in the front yard of George's former house
fell, collapsing the vacant house. George's entire family would have been
killed, had they continued living in the house.
Thank you so much for taking time to talk to me. Itயt often I can have
a conversation with someone who believes as I do. I thought Iover
what I shared with you in a little more detail regarding my first
experience with this phenomenon.
You may use this in your newsletter, I ask that you use my pen name ( an
anagram, Edna Marione) in lieu of my real name. If you like I shall write
and share with you and others some of the other experiences I have had.
Edwina M. Marino
On a Sunday morning in March of 1963 I awakened from a dream. At the time
it felt more like a nightmare, but the feeling was so intense that I had
to talk to someone about it. I called my mother who quickly knew I was
very upset. I told her I had had a horrible dream. Trying to console me,
she said 嬿me about itӯ, I told her the following:
लeamed that I was standing at the foot of a metal bed and was hanging
on for dear life from the pain and sorrow I was feeling. The mattress was
black and white striping, the body was not identifiable, except for the
fact that the face was swollen. I couldnഥll if it was male or female,
just that it was so swollen and all that I could cry out was 謠my God,
how swollenɠwas crying.
Then the dream changed and Iਡving a terrible argument with my brother
and he is very angry with me 䨥n I woke up.ⲿ
蠨oney, it was just a dream, and you must remember that you have been
ill೨e said. ﵒve had a nightmare, it will pass, we all have them
you know, itயthing to get so upset about. We堦ine. Your dad is out
on the patio and your sister and I are having coffee. We堪ust fine
here, so don෯rry over a dream, just take care of yourself. You堢een
sick; just concentrate on being well and out of the hospital.좿
After that bit of positive reinforcement, I felt better so I got dressed
and decided to join my best friend for lunch at her motherଡter on that
It was a beautiful day and my friend and I and her family visited and
laughed, but each time there was a lull in the conversation, the dream
would come back to me and Iart to feel queasy again.
At one point when we were laughing at something someone said, I heard a
little whisper in my ear care of mama༢r>
謠Godɠthought, here I go again.
This time I just had to get out and away so I made some excuse that I
needed to rest and went home to my apartment. I was really disturbed. I
thought it might be hallucinations from the medication I had been taking,
so I calmed myself down and thought, 衿has to be it.鴒s the
The next day I returned to work. I had been home for two weeks after being
in the hospital, so it was a blessing that I could now concentrate on
something else other than the dream.
That day, from time to time, I would get the feeling in the pit of my
stomach, but I೨oo it away with 䒿just a dream, a nightmaret
quitting time I ran for my bus and went home, which was in Alhambra just
outside Los Angeles.
I was just putting the key into the door of my apartment when I heard the
phone ring. It sounded shrill and demanding so I ran in and picked it up
leaving the door open. It was my sister telling me to get down to the
emergency room at the hospital that it was dad.
I hung up and ran out the door and was going down the walk when my
neighbor was just returning home from work. She asked me what was wrong
and I told her, so she said she would take me to the hospital.
As I ran into the emergency section of the hospital, a doctor friend of
mine saw me and knowing why I was coming there, took me by the arm and
said, ⬿take you to the family.좿
Mother was sitting on a bench right outside the door and as I passed in
front of her, she took my hand and said, 孥mber your dream, remember
your dream.稡t dream?
I couldnനink. I just pushed open the door and walked in and, there in
front of me was the bed with the black and white mattress cover. I grabbed
on to the foot of the bed and all I could say was 蠭y God, how
O.K., now having a dream or nightmare like that come true, I felt I was
home free. Now I knew why I had had the dream. I forgot about the second
The next day I went back to work, but I told my boss what had happened and
that I might have to leave work if I got further news that warranted my
leaving. The morning progressed as usual. I was strangely calm and at
11:30 a.m., one of my girlfriends and I went to have lunch. After I had
eaten I reached for my cup of coffee, then noticed that my coffee had
cream in it so I asked her if she had put cream in my coffee. She said no.
I then asked her if she had seen me put the cream in my coffee, she said
All of a sudden I knew that my dad was gone. I told my friend, നink my
dad has just diedᮿI ran out of the restaurant down the street to the
bank. I called home and my sister told me that she had just gotten the
news from mother and my elder sister that he had passed away just a few
minutes after twelve. I still cry remembering it.
I took the rest of the week off to help with the arrangements as his
family would be flying in from all over for his burial. And it was at this
time that the second part of the dream kicked in.
We siblings and mother were sitting around the table after having eaten
lunch and I mentioned to them that I thought it would be a good idea if we
all pitched in for a blanket of flowers for his casket.
My brother jumped up just furious with me for having suggested it and
reminding me that it would be a military funeral and a blanket of flowers
would not be needed. I snapped back that at the burial the flag would be
given to mother and the flowers would remain at the gravesite.
He was so angry with me he stormed out saying I had no regard for spending
other people୯ney. An argument between us ensued and we parted with
very hard feelings. After that episode I set about making arrangements for
picking up our relatives from the airport and forgot about our argument.
After all was said and done, our emotions spent and our loved ones had
returned to their homes, I noticed I didnਡve the pain in my stomach
anymore. Calm had been restored and a feeling of peace came over me.
I realized why I had heard care of mama.頫new that it could only
have come from God, the ineffable, that somehow we were a lot more than we
know. And, yes, I was the one who did take care of mama and my youngest
sister until she graduated school, then got married and she took mama to
live with her and her husband. I was now on my own again.
That there is someone who does love us and knows us and leads us if we are
willing is absolute truth. That we receive guidance from above is true,
even when we donop to realize where it is coming from.
I read in 襠Book of Thomas,稩ch is not in the New Testament, where
Jesus was asked does God speak to us?ᮿJesus⥳ponse is 堿
speaks to us through the mind.頢elieve that. For where else could our
thoughts come from?
I do not mean that all thoughts come from the unknowable one, for there is
also the thought from r man,稩ch is our own baser instinct, the
key is to know the difference.
God would not have us injure anyone else, for we are all connected. The
very energy that moves us also moves everyone else. So, to inflict harm on
another is to use our energy against itself, for we all get our energy
from the same source.
Thank you, Edwina. This is a wonderful addition to our collection.
Edwina has other remarkable stories I hope she will share.