Empowering The Human Experience


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There is nothing within your personal experience, that does not, in its own way, point toward the reality of who and what you are.

When the camera zoomed in to the unmarked brass plaque of my mother’s grave, that’s when I had the absolute shock of my life. It was as if time stood still and everything I had previously known to be true had just flipped upside down, inside out, and changed my reality forever. My pulse began racing out of control...

My sister and I lost our beautiful mother to Alzheimer’s on March 18, 2006. It was a devastating experience for both of us. Even though we were grown adults, it felt like the rug had been pulled out from under us. I no longer had a strong sense of who I was or where I was going. I was in limbo and I had never felt so alone in my life.

After three months of grieving I was not doing well emotionally, and I decided to seek professional help from a therapist to find balance and regain my footing. During this time of healing, some very strange and bizarre things began happening.

One day I was sitting at my desk in my home office when a penny came rolling across the hardwood floor from the living room and into my office - the penny hit the foot of the desk and stopped by my chair. No one else was home at the time but me.

On another evening I was awakened by a loud noise in the hallway. I didn’t get up to see what it was, but in the morning I found that a box of photos had fallen from a top shelf in the closet onto the hallway floor, and the only photo that was lying face up was of me and my mother.

Then one night I had lit a small candle for my mother, which I placed on a table across the room from my bed. I turned out the lights and climbed into bed. About fifteen minutes later, I was just about to drift off to sleep, when I felt a strange and eerie sensation that someone was watching me. I slowly rolled over… and to my shock and surprise, there was a huge shadow displayed on the opposite wall from my bed. The shadow was unmistakably the profile of my mother’s face.

Even with therapy I was not doing

as well as I had hoped.

I was depressed and withdrawn, and these bizarre events were adding to my confusion. I asked my sister if she would come out from Virginia to spend a little time with me in Los Angeles. We had not buried our mother yet as she was cremated, and we had not decided what to do with her remains. This was something we needed to do together.

When my sister got to California, she suggested we go out to visit the burial plot that mom had purchased many years ago when she had buried her own mother. My sister said we should take a look at the grounds, and find out about the cost of having a service and burial for mom.

The day after her arrival we drove out to the cemetery. My sister had not been back to California in years and asked me to bring the camcorder with us so she could tape the sights while she was here. When we found mom’s plot among the thousands of graves, my sister sat on the grass next to the unmarked brass plaque of our mother’s empty grave. It was a beautiful spot on a small hill under a shady tree. She asked me if I would video-tape her sitting there, and I did.

Later that night we had rented some movies. The first movie we watched was called “White Noise”, about a man whose dead wife contacts him from beyond the grave through EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon). We actually didn’t fully know what the movie was about at the time we rented it - we had just heard it was a good scary thriller. At the end of the movie there was a mini documentary all about EVP which gave instructions on how you could record the voices of the dead. We were both fairly open about these things, so we gave it a try! I decided to use my camcorder since the sound on it was superior to a tape recorder.

We followed the instructions of how to capture EVP, but when I played it back all we could hear was static, so I decided to hook the camcorder up to my computer to try to enhance the sound quality. I couldn’t really make out much, although there was some sort of shift in the sound at one point on the tape. My sister was in the kitchen preparing some snacks for our next movie, while I played around with the video footage on my computer.

On my second try, I had accidentally rewound the tape back too far and had gone back to earlier in the day when I recorded her at the gravesite. I watched the footage of my sister sitting by our mother’s gravesite while the camera zoomed into the unmarked brass plaque, and that’s when I had the absolute shock of my life! It was as if time stood still and everything I had previously known to be true had just flipped upside down, inside out, and changed my reality. My pulse began racing out of control as I called out to my sister in the kitchen, “Gayle, get in here!” She said she was busy with the food, but I yelled back, “Forget the damn food, get in here now!”

She immediately rushed into the

room asking what was wrong!

I didn’t tell her what I had just experienced, I simply played the footage back and asked her to listen carefully as the camera zoomed in toward the brass plaque… and as the camera zoomed in, she heard it, and just about went into shock! “Oh my God, no… it can’t be!” she exclaimed. She asked me to play it again, and I did. I played it again, and again, and again, and again. As the camera zoomed into the unmarked brass plaque, we heard my mother’s voice say the word… “Good.”

Not only were we both completely stunned and questioning the reality of how this could possibly be true by any sane standard, but even if we allowed ourselves to accept the fact that this was not imaginary but real… what did it mean?

About a week after my sister had gone back to Virginia, she forwards me an email from our cousin, telling me that another cousin of ours in Michigan had recently gone to a medium because she was continually finding matchbooks in her purse but didn’t smoke. And even after taking the matchbooks out, they would somehow find their way back into her purse. She thought it might possibly be her husband’s deceased father trying to make contact with her, as he had been a smoker.

But at my cousin’s reading… the very first thing the medium asked her was if she had an Aunt that recently crossed over. My cousin said, “Yes”, and the medium told her that her Aunt (our mother) was coming through loud and clear, and had run to the front of the line to be heard and wanted everyone to know that she was very much alive and well, and didn’t want anyone fussing over her grave.

My sister and I never told anyone in the family that we had gone out to visit the gravesite. At the end of the message in the email, my sister had typed out in all capital letters, “CALL THE MEDIUM TODAY!”

I wasted no time in getting the name of the

medium and called her immediately.

I immediately went to her website to check her out. I had never been to a medium before so I read all about her, and then read all the testimonials on the site from beginning to end. There was not a false note in any of the testimonials. Each one was so rich and so heartfelt that I knew intuitively that these people had all truly experienced something amazing. And the best part… Rebecca Rosen was in the process of moving from Michigan to California! Even a blind man could see that this was all proving too much to be just a coincidence! I made an appointment right away.

I sat outside Rebecca’s office waiting for her to finish with her previous client. I had no idea what to expect. I was nervous, but excited at the possibilities. When she opened the door to let the previous client out, I was surprised at how young she was, maybe in her late 20’s. She shook my hand and greeted me, then led me into her office. She was very unassuming, very warm and friendly, and I could sense a very gentle and loving energy about her.

She gave me a brief explanation of what she did, then asked for my full name and date of birth. She closed her eyes for a brief moment… and within seconds the spirits flooded the room! They were literally waiting in line to be heard – relatives, friends, acquaintances, grandparents, and of course… my mother! It was nothing short of incredible!  Rebecca asked me who I wanted to focus on and I told her, my mother.

My mother proceeded to give me solid verification that it was really her. She told me things that no one could possibly know unless they had planted miniature video cameras throughout my house watching me 24/7 and following me around throughout my days. There was no doubt in my mind it was really her!

All of the verifications were great, but there was one that stood out to me the most. Rebecca asked me if I had a convertible. I said, “No.” Then she asked if I had ever had a convertible. I said, “No, never.” But she insisted that my mother was saying, “Yes”, and told Rebecca that she was sitting right next to me in the passenger seat of the convertible while I was driving it. And then I remembered!

A few months prior, I had rented a mid-sized car. The rental company was almost an hour late in picking me up, so when they finally picked me up and I got to the rental location to fill out the paperwork, they said they would make up for being late by upgrading me to a convertible at no extra charge. I gladly accepted and drove away with the top down. It was a beautiful sunny day and I was really enjoying the drive until I turned on the radio and heard a song that reminded me of my mother. The memories flooded in and I began to cry. I was talking to her out loud and said, “God, I miss you so much… I love you and I wish you were here.” And as it turns out… she was.

It’s hard to describe an experience that is so truly profound that it is beyond words. It was beyond amazing, beyond incredible, beyond anything I had ever experienced – being in this intimate session with Rebecca and making contact with my mother was absolutely mind blowing! My heart was so full… even now as I sit here writing my story, the tears are streaming down my face from the sheer beauty of it.

Rebecca was fantastic! She had such a

clear connection to my mother it’s like

she was talking to her on the phone.

I couldn’t get enough! The session was supposed to last 45 minutes, but Rebecca knew how excited I was and she continued on for about an hour and twenty minutes until she was literally exhausted. But it wasn’t enough… I wanted more! Rebecca suggested I wait about 6 months for things to settle in and then make another appointment – but there was no way I could possibly wait that long… Was she crazy? I just spent the last 80 minutes talking to my dead mother and she wanted me to wait 6 more months!!? I called her a few days later and booked another appointment.

I started preparing a list of questions for my second session because I didn’t want to get caught up in all the emotion and forget to ask about certain things. Rebecca had a very long waiting list and I didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

My second session with Rebecca was even more incredible. And what was truly incredible was that during the session, my mother answered all my questions before I even asked them! I found out more about my mother in this session than I had known about her while she was alive. In fact, we were even able to do some very intense family therapy to begin healing old wounds between my mother and father who had also passed some years before.

My mother and I were now bonding in a way that we had never been able to do while she was alive. We expressed our regrets, our frailties, our missed moments of opportunity and connection, and most importantly, our undying love for each other that was now more alive than ever.

But the most amazing revelation, was when she told me that her Alzheimer’s disease was a situation completely self-created. She had been harboring so much anger and resentment, mostly toward men, that she had finally come to a point where she shut down completely. She had trapped herself inside her mind and body in such a way that she could no longer be distracted by superficial external events.

She explained that while she was physically and mentally degenerating from this horrible disease, her higher self was helping her to work through the pain, anger, and bitterness she had been holding on to her entire life. And by the time she took her final breath of life and crossed over, she had in fact released most of her prior baggage and flew freely to the other side, soaring through the sky like a bird released from it’s cage.

But as I sat there trying to comprehend the complexities of this extraordinary insight about her disease, I noticed there was still one question on my list that my mother did not answer. She was shocked at the question when I asked it and didn’t want to answer at first. She had been trying to hide this information from us her entire life, but my mother finally answered the question and revealed the truth that she had been molested by her father.

She went on to further explain how the breast cancer she developed in her early forties, had manifested from the guilt and shame she had silently carried from being molested as a child.

Now the pieces to the puzzle were all beginning to fall into place, as the root cause of all the anger and resentment in her life was finally exposed. My perspective of my mother had instantly changed and I came to love and appreciate her in a way that had never seemed possible before.

I went home after the session with Rebecca,

I called my therapist and told her I would no

longer require her services.

My grief was gone. I had been released from my anxiety and fear, and I was happier than I had been in a very long time. I had just experienced love on an entirely new level - it was eternal. And this was undoubtedly a major turning point as the rules of the game had just been changed.

I have always loved my mother, even through all the ups and downs and the periods of emotional distance throughout our relationship. A child’s love for their mother is held within a very unique and sacred bond. But a mother’s love for her child is an unequivocal universal force of nature to be reckoned with. There is no sun, no moon, and no light that shines brighter than a mother’s love.

My mother’s love for me was so strong, so powerful, so eternally binding, that she fought tooth and nail to make her way across a vast universe, traveling through a completely different dimension of time and space, fully determined to reach her child. She had manipulated the entire set of circumstances, all the strange and bizarre occurrences, from the penny, the box of photos falling out of the closet, the shadow on the wall, her voice on the video tape footage, and even the matchbooks in my cousin’s purse… all of this was to awaken me and guide me to Rebecca so we could reunite.

And if that doesn’t blow your mind, if that doesn’t prove that the power of love conquers all, if that doesn’t at least get you thinking about the possibility that we are all eternal beings… then I suggest you drive out to the closest beach you can find and bury your head in the sand!

During my last session with Rebecca,

my mother could tell how fascinated I was

with the whole experience of the after life.

I was very curious about all the inner workings on the other side, so my mother  recommended I read a particular book. This incredible book helped me to understand the importance of past lives, life between lives, and our human and spiritual duality.

After reading the book, I set out to experience some of my own past lives and relationships, while finding greater clarity and higher understanding of my connection to the people in my life. And as life never ceases to amaze me, I soon began moving into a new awareness and developing my own intuitive abilities almost overnight - as deceased spirits began seeking me out to help them deliver their inspiring messages of love, wisdom, and enlightenment to their loved ones.

I continued delivering messages for the deceased and helping them connect to their loved ones whenever possible, thinking I was on the road to becoming a medium in my own right - until the day my guides showed up and changed the course of everything.

Today I help people make their own unique connection to their Spirit Guides and find their own truth through expanded awareness. Recently during a client session, my client’s guide stopped the session in order to deliver a personal message to me regarding my mother. They wanted me to know that my mother actually opted out of her own life about 10 years earlier than necessary in order to help propel me to where I needed to be. Apparently, prior to my mother’s death I was not yet at the level of awareness that I had contracted for prior to coming into this life. Knowing that her death and our reconnection after she crossed over would kick things into gear for me, she chose to leave early.

My mother’s parting gift to me was an incredibly beautiful event that opened my eyes as well as my heart, and this has propelled me on an amazing journey that has truly changed my life, as well as the lives of thousands of other people around the world.

It is time for all of us to awaken to the truth about our eternal selves, about our connection to source energy and to each other, and to the power of this magnificent, unparalleled universal force called love.

Thank you Mom,

Eternally Yours ~