Dear Betty,
I am reading your book, "Embraced By The Light," and am shouting from the rooftops right now. When I read of the monks in your hospital room, I nearly jumped out of my skin because the same thing happened to me in January, 2000, when my appendix ruptured. After surgery, I woke up in my hospital bed and saw my husband sitting nearby. Then at the foot of the bed, I saw three people standing there. They looked just like monks in brown hooded cloaks with their arms crossed and their heads down. Beyond them there were hundreds more monks in my room. It was like they went on and on forever. I expected my husband to say something about all these people being crowded into my room. Then the head of one the three monks raised. It was a female face I saw under the hood. I recognized her immediately. She was my cousin who was murdered in 1989! She looked at me for a minute and then smiled. I wasn't scared by her presence, in fact I felt completely at peace. Then all at once they all were gone. I called out to my husband, "Did you see the monks?" Of course, he didn't. But actually, he doesn't even remember me asking him. After I got better, I began making phone calls, telling anyone who would listen about the monks who visited me. I called the sister of my cousin who was murdered, and she began to cry and immediately believed me. She said my experience gave her great comfort. My parents believed me, too. Some people were skeptical, though. My husband for instance, who still believes it was the medication. But I tell him I remember nothing else while medicated. Except for when seeing the monks, I was out cold. If it was the drugs, why not see other "visions" or dreamlike things. Imagine my joy when I read what you wrote about the monks who were there for you by your hospital bed. I ran and read aloud the paragraph to my husband, and he was blown away. Now maybe he will believe me. Thank you, Betty!

Paulette G.
Jackson, Mississippi.