In The Blink Of An Eye

When I think of a defining moment in my life, there is one that comes to mind immediately. In the early morning hours of October 9th 1994, my husband and I received a horrible knock at our door. Two police officers came to tell us that our nineteen year old son, Jason, had been in a severe car accident. As a parent, it was the worst fear coming true.
We were told that my son had been air-lifted to a trauma center in a different state that was several hours away. That had to be the longest car ride of our lives, not knowing what would await us when we arrived.
When we got to the hospital, we were told that we had to wait for the doctor to come out to see us. They would not tell us anything. All we could do was to sit and wait. The room that they put us in had organ donor posters smattered over each of the four walls. I thought I was going to be physically sick. My head and stomach were reeling while waiting for the doctor to give us news on my son’s condition. My heart almost stopped when the first person who came in to see us was a not a doctor, but a priest.
We stood up. I don’t know how my husband and I were able to remain standing. I know that my legs were like jelly. Later, for what seemed like an eternity, we were told that Jason was alive but had suffered multiple injuries. When I saw him, I hardly recognized my handsome son. Because he had head trauma, his facial features were severely swollen from the fluid on his brain. So his broken ribs and impending eye surgery were the least of our worries. But thankfully, his condition did begin to stabilize.
However, several days later, just when we thought Jason was out of the woods, spinal fluid began leaking out of his nose. The doctors told us he needed brain surgery. We were stunned. They would need to open up my precious son’s skull and patch the hole in his brain that was causing the fluid to leak.
Meanwhile at the trauma center, we continually watched families deciding whether to let their loved ones go or allow them to remain here on earth in a possible vegetative state. Life and death decisions were happening all around us. I grew to hate the sound of a helicopter because that meant it was another person coming in with a soon-to-arrive family not far behind. Because there wasn’t much else to do but wait and listen to the sound of approaching helicopters, I often busied myself with trips to the cafeteria for a change of scenery.
During one of these many elevator rides to the cafeteria, I was completely alone when I heard voices speaking. I heard many indistinguishable voices. I thought the loud speaker must be malfunctioning. Then I experienced a taste in my mouth that made me think of what bleach must taste like. Nothing worked to get rid of that awful taste. I really thought I was going crazy.
The following day, I stepped on the elevator for yet another trip to the cafeteria. While still on my son’s floor, a woman stepped in after me. I had not said a word to her when out of the blue she looked directly at me and said, “You are not crazy. The taste in your mouth will go away.” I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak. She got off the elevator at the cafeteria floor. This mysterious woman made me feel that everything would be ok. When I described the woman to the nurses and asked who she was visiting, they told me no one had seen her. That’s when I knew I had met an angel.
Not long after that strange encounter, we finally got the news that my son’s surgery was successful. We were all so relieved and immediately thanked God! We could finally breathe again. Jason still had a long road of rehabilitation ahead of him, but he was alive and functioning.
That following March, I was asked to go with a friend to a psychic. I had never been to one before and I was especially curious because after my grandmother passed, when I was nine years old, I’ve been able to feel her presence and actually hear her talk to me. Because communicating with her feels so natural for me, I thought everyone did it. It wasn’t until I was a teenager talking about these occurrences with my friends that I realized not everyone had this ability. And with Jason still recovering from his accident, I thought the psychic may be able to tell me something about his future.
During the card reading, I nearly fell off my chair when the psychic said, “You have a middle son who sure has had his lumps and bumps. He’s been like the crash test dummy.” In addition to this specific information he had given me, he also had Jason’s personality and wonderful talents down pat as well.
The reading was at a spiritual center that had literature on classes to develop one’s own psychic ability. I decided to sign up for a class. At my very first class, I was able to give a thorough reading to a complete stranger. I amazed myself, never mind the other students and teachers! At my second class, I was a little bored waiting for my turn, and so I asked Spirit to come to me and give me a message for someone in the class. I could never have imagined how the floodgates would open with that one simple request.
I ended up giving messages to all ten of the students! It was so overwhelming and there was so much clamoring from Spirit that my only thought was to ask my grandma to please put them in an orderly line and to speak to me one at a time!
During the nightmare of my son’s ordeal at the hospital, I almost constantly heard the chattering of many voices all around me. I now realize that these were spirits trying to get in touch with loved ones through me. Reflecting on my experiences with the voices I heard in the hospital, the encounter with the “Elevator Angel,” the psychic development class episode, and of course with my own grandmother, I decided to continue to find out more about the paranormal.
During my exploration of the paranormal, I decided to attempt a past life regression session. During the session, I experienced many vivid past lives. And one of these past lives was later verified with a name, date and place, allowing me to see that the paranormal exists, and we can choose to live many lifetimes.
This was a turning point in my life. I feel blessed knowing that when this particular life is over, the spirit continues on, perhaps choosing yet another lifetime of experiences. Past life regression was so fascinating to me that I enrolled in The Institute of Hypnotherapy and became an advanced clinical hypnotherapist. Now I use my training as a hypnotherapist and combine it with my abilities as a spiritual medium to uniquely help others experience their own past life regression.
And as a spiritual medium, I’m fortunate to be a voice for those in Spirit who want to give messages to their loved ones who are still here. In my experience, people find it a huge comfort to know that their loved ones are able to communicate with them from the other side.
I love being a spiritual medium, as well as a spiritual counselor and hypnotherapist by helping others awaken to their Higher Self through personal sessions and group workshops. And I feel privileged to teach others how to develop their own psychic abilities and communicate with Spirit as well.
Today my son Jason is healthy and fit. He’s a constant reminder for me to live life to the fullest because one’s life really can turn in the blink of an e