I actually wrote this post as a reply to another thread but figured it could really use its own thread, because it was hands-down the most "divinely
inspired" experience I've ever had.
In 2000, I was working as a professional Tarot reader in Sedona, AZ, at the Center for the New Age, along with ca. 20 other readers, psychics, massage
therapist, Reiki practitioners, etc. We got a lot of tourists for readings and energy work. [I have to add that I am not (and never have been) a
Catholic, I don't believe in the saints... for all intents and purposes, I'm not even a devout Christian, even though I do go to church now, but
didn't back then.]
One day I had a woman named Rosemary come in, a little middle-aged lady, a very sweet and simple soul. When she came in, she started talking right
away, and it was really more like a therapy session than a reading, because she did most of the talking. She told me that she grew up in very unhappy
circumstances, with her mother being a schizophrenic who told her daughter repeatedly that she hated her, she'd never wanted children, she was good
for nothing, etc. If I recall it correctly, she was also physically abusive and didn't send the kid to school on a regular basis, so Rosemary grew up
She said one day in the '90s, a few years before the first Gulf War, she had a vision where she saw a glowing book floating in the air. She looked
closer and saw that it had her name on it and received the message that she was to write that book. She said she was very distraught by that vision
because she could barely read and write, and writing a book was completely out of the question.
A few years later, with the Gulf War looming or already started, Rosemary was sitting one day at the kitchen table and drew a heart on paper, thinking
that that would make a nice book cover... when she all of a sudden remembered her vision. She didn't want to do it -- because of her illiteracy, it
was a harrowing task for her. Still, she felt she had to do it and started writing a small book of poems about war and peace. To finish one page would
take her days and weeks because she had to look up every single word in the dictionary, and she said she cried a lot during that time.
Finally her book was done and someone helped her print it and make it into a thin booklet. She was invited to read the poems in front of a group at
the local library, and then word started to spread and she read in front of larger audiences in churches and libraries in her region.
Rosemary was very distraught about that as well, saying, "But every time I read my poems, people in the audience started to cry, and I felt so bad. I
shouldn't make people cry; that's just not right."
I actually had to explain to her that those people cried because her poems were so beautiful and she touched them so deeply, and she was very relieved
to hear that.
She'd actually sent the poems all around the world to plead for peace. She'd received many personal letters; one from the Vatican, with the Pope's
seal on it; from Rev. Jesse Jackson; from the UN, from the president of Czechoslovakia; from John Major, prime minister of England; from Prince
Charles; Madeleine Albright, and so forth. There was no hubris in her, though; she was only delighted and filled with gratitude that all those
important people had taken the time to write to her.
She also received a letter some years later from a Croatian refugee camp. A girl wrote her that her grandfather had just died, and she'd found in his
wallet Rosemary's poem and a letter from her. The girl said, "My grandfather loved you very much, you were his best friend, he would read the poem to
us kids all the time."
Rossemary also talked about her love for animals and how she was involved in animal rescue organizations and gave all her money (what little she had)
to help those poor, suffering creatures. She cried while she talked about their pain and suffering. Then she talked about her abusive mother and said
she wasn't really mad at her; she just felt so bad for her mother, because she herself must have had a terrible life to become so mean and cruel. She
was a very childlike, totally pure soul.
All of a sudden something strange happened: While I looked at her talking, she began to GLOW from the inside, a very warm, soft but intense glow, and
her face and body transformed into that of... I can only describe it as "Mother Mary," even though, as I said, I'm not Catholic and I don't believe in
Mother Mary. It was an overwhelmingly loving, caring feminine presence -- but somehow regal at the same time -- and it felt like nothing I've ever
felt before. Like a huge wave of unconditional love; it made me feel like a baby being coddled in my mother's arms or something. Unbelievably intense;
I was almost ready to fall onto my knees in front of her.
The whole thing lasted about 2-3 minutes and then the glow faded and Rosemary was just her normal self again. She had no recollection of anything that
happened; I actually had to tell her what had transpired. She didn't even know who Mother Mary was; I had to explain to her that she was the mother of
Jesus; she had no religious education or affiliation at all, even though she had a naive, childlike belief in God.
I refused to take any money for the reading. As I said to my colleagues later, "How you can charge GOD for a reading?"
Here is the poem that went around the world and made so many people's hearts melt; it's called "Just Like You."
Daddy, why ya gotta gun?
Are you gonna shoot someone?
Does the enemy have an army too?
Do they have guns, just like you?
Are you gonna shoot those men,
Who are just like you?
Daddy, do they have little boys too?
And, and do they live in a house?
And have a wife just like you?
Daddy, will she cry if he dies,
Like Mommy would for you
And what about his little boy,
What’s he gonna do?
Oh Lord, how can I answer
All this, to my son
When I’ve always taught him
To be kind to everyone
Just Like You.
edit on 26-1-2012 by sylvie because: (no reason given)