reply to post by connected77
I too am feeling it stronger every day. I know I have been "waking up" since my mother passed away in 2009. At first, I thought I was just reacted to
her death, as well as my own mortality. Yet, a part of me knows it's something more than that.
I am a healer. I had no idea what I wanted to be when I "grew up", other than that I was "born to be a mother".
I am a nurturing person.
I am empathic to the feelings of others.
I have always been more than willing to forgive those who have hurt me right away, even those who others deem are not worthy of forgiveness.
I discovered at a young age that I have an ability to help people "cross over". My mother took care of a woman who lived down the road from us when
she took ill with cancer. We went over to her house almost daily for six months. I remember the last day we went over to her house, I had just wanted
to be with my mom, but she insisted that she needed to be there for this lady as she had no one else to take care of her. While my mother was inside
with the lady, I sat in the sun outside and closed my eyes "praying" that she would "go home" soon so I could have my mother back. She passed that
Later in life, my mothers third husband, and the only man who truly loved her and treated her the way she deserved to be treated was in a critical
accident, and was in a coma for about two months...this time, I begged that he be given just a little more time here so my mother would not be alone.
He woke up the next day.
When my mothers cancer finally had her bedridden in hospice care, she told me I had to let go. I told her I would when the time came. A week later,
while in a drug induced coma I took her hand and told her the following:
"I love you very much mama, and you have been good to me. I don't want to see you hurt anymore. I forgive you for any wrongs you did to me growing
up and understand that you did the best that you can. I am able to take care of myself now, so I am letting you go. Be in peace and go home. I will
always love you."
She died three and a half hours later. Coinsidence?
I didn't greive much for her, feeling like it was selfish of me to cry, because, somehow, deep down, I knew she was in a better place with no more
pain. I somehow know she is ok and is waiting for me to come home, to welcome me.
I have guessed the sex of all of my cousins, when my aunts were pregnant with them...I haven't been wrong yet.
The thing is, for a really long time I felt guilt...wishing for people to "die" and then it happening. It scared me, and definatly made me be very
careful about what I wish for....I have so much more, but this is already so long I better bring it to a close...will post more, but I'm curious what
anyone thinks about this...
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