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Music to My Ears

An inspirational tale to enjoy….

Yesterday, all day, my mind thought of my aunt because I missed going to see her before the youngest kid settled back home from her college dorm. Auntie lives close to that child’s university. That older relative had been chronically ill. She is my deceased mom’s sister. I thought about her as my daughter ran back up to the campus to sell back her books. However, due to a cold, I wouldn’t be able to go with my kid and drop in on my ailing relative. I hate to make ill people sicker.

We were already late getting ready to go out for my other daughter’s 21st birthday celebration. My family celebrated a few weeks early because Jewel would be gone on a college expedition when she hit adulthood. Plus- when she returned, her sister would be gone on a different university trip. So, we decided to celebrate as a family- now- in spite of my horrible cough.

Just before the birthday girl jumped in the shower, she stood talking to her daddy and me in our great room. Nearby, in the foyer to our house sat a wood book shelf full of angels. Some of the statues had built in music boxes. All of a sudden, the three of us heard something in that area. I thought the other two kids were at the front door talking. They were late coming back from pre-checking into a hotel (our surprise gift to the 21 year old). However, the noise continued while no one came through the front door. It was like a scratchy but harmonious sound. It grew louder.

My husband asked, “What the heck is that?”
My daughter warned, “Don’t tell me the sound is coming from nowhere. That’s going to scare me!”

I boldly approached our foyer, “Oh, my! It’s this angel statue; it’s singing. It’s playing ‘Happy Birthday.’” I picked it up, “Did someone wind it- today?”

“Now, you are scaring me! That music box turned itself on?” My daughter pointed and made a face.

“Yes, this music box angel is playing out of the clear blue sky. It is singing to you.”

My husband gestured that I was frightening our kid. “Maybe someone turned it on, today!”

“Probably!”

“I didn’t!” Jewel exclaimed.

“I didn’t either but maybe your sisters did!” Daddy added.

“This angel was given to me my first birthday after my mom died; it’s from Auntie! See, she holds my birth date in her hands and plays the melody.” I explained while toying with it in my hands and examining it as if I was a detective. Then, I twisted the statue to replay the tune.

“Now, I am scared!” My kid added agitated.

“Why, it is only a birthday song from my aunt!”

When the two other girls got in, I asked who touched the angel this week. No one did!

I think it was apropos that the angel turned itself on because that week my girls gave me flowering plants for our new yard for Mother’s Day. Their garden selections were inspired by flowers their deceased grandma liked. As we planted my favorite day lily, I remembered that my mom gave me a similar one almost 17 years ago for our previous yard; I wondered what day the single bud on this new plant by the front door would open. To my surprise, astonishingly, it was in bloom as we left for dinner.

It should NOT have amazed me because the birthday girl told me 14 years ago that her grandma promised to visit her from Heaven on her birthday- but then never came. A flower would be left by our front door to prove it was grandma visiting her. Back then, she was a child full of wonderment. From age 7 and for the rest of her earlier birthdays, we all noticed and discussed that a special flower never arrived at our front door for that daughter. Since it hadn’t happened, the child became convinced that she was wrong about that promise. Also, advancing age caused her to dispel all her childish memories and predictions.

When my eyes noticed that bloom as we exited for her 21 birthday party, I knew if I brought up that prediction the girls might shudder. Even as I believed that the melodic message was from my deceased mom via God, my decision included not further scaring my daughters. I didn’t want to make them more apprehensive than the singing angel statue already did. Instead, noticing the flower, I just smiled inside. I believe God allows these messages to show He cares about keeping all love connections going. Look for the signs of His Love.

P.S. In August of 2007, I moved that angel statue so my first grandbaby wouldn’t break it. One day, when my hand grabbed a picture of that granddaughter to show off her big blue eyes to a friend, I discovered that that angel was in a worse location! My brisk movement inadvertently tossed that statue to the floor where it decapitated and broke off its wings. Sadly, the statue went in the trash. However, its story remains in my memory- forever!

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Before Afterlife

I wrote my first book (Mom’s on the Roof and I Can’t Get Her Down) about afterlife (Heaven & God), prophecy, and miracles. The backdrop of that saga was my mother’s cancer or terminal experience. Many of my books cover faith healing: physically, emotionally and spiritually. I hear about miraculous events, and it makes me think as well as wonder. Some of my contemplation follows.

In my candid opinion, it is NOT that unique that STEVE JOBS saw something in the last minutes of his life and excitedly reacted to it with one word, “WOW!”

Even when hearing everyday tales about some presumed atheists; many people discuss how someone they know showed similar reactions in their final minutes. However, because- they are NOT famous- we hear about their deathbed events but it may not register as strongly in our psyche that they had the “wow” experience. Those individuals may be experiencing the last moments here on earth just as vividly as Jobs’ feedback but- because they are normal folks- we seem to need example after example of the 0ther soul’s last moments to find peaceful closure in death or a sense of security that there is more to life than just this place.


I think the cool thing is that an agnostic at best (Steve) was enlightened in seemingly the final minutes or seconds of his time here on earth- which shows the power of the Eternal Being in charge of all the master plans of our lives. While still alive, it is never too late to believe.

Hospice staff and many other people will divulge that patients or family and friends do things such as the following:

the dying soul raises their hands in praise,

the patient stops being restless,

that person suddenly smiles or glows in delight,

the dying individual divulges that they see someone else in the room that most cannot see

a co-witness (usually a child) in the area reacts with them to the vision that remains only visible to them,

or

the passing soul sings praise similar to, “WOW!”

Those examples are not exhaustive.

By the way, it seems that the younger soul doesn’t block the experience with terms such as: I must be delusional or that experience may be unreal or simply a nice story. As we age, humans tend to be warned of such nonsense and tune those types of visions out. However, a person such as JOBS can affect more lost souls in search of something to believe in. That is why his quote is historic. I think his tale was great to share and thank his sister for imparting his last word on this world.

My Tale starts, here.

Speaking of strong beliefs and my flights of fancy or fantasy, I’ve been on my way to Heaven twice that I can recall. The more recent one took place one night in May 2011, while I was sleeping; Angel Gabriel arrived unexpectedly in my dreams. That BEING asked, “Ready to go?” The winged guide held my hand through clouds and brightness.

I dared ask a question after realizing we were Heaven bound. “Is mom there?”

That angel responded, “She’s been there waiting and excited to see you.”

I uttered, “Me too! I’m excited to see her again.”

Suddenly, sadness enveloped me because it dawned on me that my girls and husband would experience grief due to my death. As Peter at the Pearly Gates got closer to us or we flew nearer to him, my being jolted awake. My mind, soul, and heart were praying ‘The Lord’s Prayer;’ Mom always taught us that is the perfect prayer for any situation.

I have sensed Heavenly presences especially while my mother was terminal and for months after her death. However, I had no idea who that angel really was. On the Internet the next day, I discovered that Gabriel announced John Baptist and Jesus’s birth. That angel announces prophets. Did God intend for me to proclaim Jesus or His Second coming; I highly doubted I should expect that literal event soon but am preparing just in case.

Where was Gabriel really taking me? I’m not sure but I was elated not scared during that dream sequence waking up with the notion and guidance to write another, nonfiction book.

Meanwhile, according to the prophecy mom gave me before leaving with Jesus to Paradise, I was to take care of four children including one named JOHN. Was Heaven expecting me to announce John’s arrival? I still have no idea who that boy is. Meanwhile, my mother literally introduced me to Heaven twenty years earlier through her Near Death Experience (NDE) trip to Heaven and Earth and then back to the Afterlife. During that journey, she brought me prophecy as well as other messages from God, which I chronicled it in my first book (Mom’s on the Roof and I Can’t Get Her Down) and sequel (My ArmOR).

Even while sharing any of my thoughts, I am acutely aware of the concern to discern what people say about God and His plans. Including what I write or say! “Be careful not to fall prey to false teachings and gods; the lunatic fringe is out there. Take this as a word of warning. Not everything in print is true. Just because a book says so-a newscaster says so-a celebrity says so- a friend says so- a leader says so- DOES NOT MAKE IT SO! The Bible warns us about false teachings and leaders in passages like those that follow.”

It’s a balancing act as you learn how to discern the truth from lies.

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