following experience is included in The
Ripple Effect, pages 191-92.
I was blessed with a spiritual experience I
will never forget. The room began to grow lighter and lighter, until a brightness
surrounded the room. I was aware of the feelings of warmth from the spirit
and an overwhelming feeling of love.
As I gazed in the light, I noticed
a gathering of people around my bed. Standing before me were hundreds of
people, all wearing white robes and smiling at me. A voice from above their
heads called down to me, "Mammy." I listened carefully, and the
voice again called, "Mammy." I was curious and questioned the
significance of such a voice.
I was then reminded of the day
my son, at six months old, had lay dead in his cot. With a broken heart
I wrote his obituary and had misspelled mommy as "mammy." I knew
that this was indeed my son who had left me six years previously.
He "floated" down until
I recognized a distinct shape of a young man in his early twenties, who
knelt before me upon my bed. As tears rolled down my face, he spoke to me
through our minds. No words were used, I mean there were no spoken words;
his lips did not move nor mine.
He went on to tell me that he
had been given permission to come and visit me. He told me of six children
that were yet to come to me. He told me I had been given three of them as
special gifts, given to me to love and cherish and teach. He praised me
as he was happy for the choices I had made and reminded me that he loved
me dearly. He comforted me by saying that we would be together again one
day, and that the spirit world surrounded us, and I was to take comfort
in that fact, knowing that he was always with me. He smiled and told me
he had to go, that he had work to do, and that he was very busy. Pointing
to the people who stood around my bed, he said they would come back and
visit me and he would also, but that he would not always be able to come
I cried at him leaving me again,
and tears began to roll down my face rather quickly now. He reached out
with his hand and tried to wipe the tears that rolled down my face. I could
not feel his hand, but I did feel something. I tried to touch it and it
felt as if my hand was a glove over his, but I knew it was not a physical
hand that I could feel, it was spiritual. He began to "rise" upwards
and I reached out for him. My grief was reborn. I did not want to be without
him. It was then that I felt the most amazing feeling of love ever. His
hand touched mine again and as we joined hands, our fingers entwining, I
felt the warmest feeling overcome me. The feelings of love intensified and
I felt complete. I have never felt love that strongly before, and I felt
happy at the thought of him leaving. It was the brightest, most glorious
feeling ever, and for that moment I thought, if this is what it feels like
for two spirits to be united, then what rapture must we feel in love when
all the spirits of our brothers and sisters are united together.