And every morning before work, but I will be posting more stories regarding our 6th sense or personal psychic experiences soon. Maybe Sunday night. Any comments? Jump in!

On Wednesday night, March 12, 2008 I found myself pacing in my NYC apartment feeling very agitated. I had not been able to reach my mother for several days. Every time I called, she was being bathed, or in therapy etc.
    At the time she was in treatment after a stroke on a medical floor of a nursing home in Chicago where she knew everyone and was well cared for.
    Finally, I stopped pacing and said out loud without any thought that I would say these words, "Mom, if you need to go, go. It's okay." 
    That Friday, March 14th at 3pm she was joking with a nurse. About 5 she became short of breath. In about 15 minutes she was gone. I was devastated, but happy for her. Ever since the stroke she had not been able to eat or drink anything because the swollow reflex had been compromised. And mom had always enjoyed her food!    
     The day after she died, I was in my kitchen, leaning on my hutch and said, again out loud: "Well, how are we going to do this? Are you going to come to me in a dream? A vision? Some sign? I have to know how you are."
     Now my mother always loved music. Always had the radio on, loved musicals, sang in church. Me? I love music but seldom listen to it because if I've time I want to read, or write, or paint! I also know very little about it. But right after I said I had to know how she was, I heard music in my head from an old popular song...
     "Every move you make, every breath you take, I'll be watching you. Oh, baby can't you see?
You belong to me..."
I vaguely remembered the song but didn't find out until later that it's a love gone wrong stalker song!
     But just then those words were perfect for me.
     I then walked into my living room and my legs just gave out and I sank to my carpeted floor crying. I knelt there and wrapped my arms around myself, holding myself. After a few moments I found I was holding myself tighter and tighter to the point where it was too much. It was then I felt my mother was holding me. So I asked her, "Why are you holding me so tight?" And I heard her in my mind say, "Because I didn't do it enough before."
     Wow. I will tell you that my mother was not demonstrative. A light kiss but no hugging until I was in my mid thirties. I commented to my sister back then, 'Mom must be watching Oprah!'
     So again, she responded in her own way, not one I could ever have predicted. 
     "Be Attentive." Native American
     Believe in The Power of the Heart.  --Jacqueline

Thank you, Sandy! What I learned from this experience and firmly believe now, is that when someone 'dies' their spirit lives on. I grew up hearing about Heaven. Now I know it's real. I believe Heaven is our word for this other place, or levels of existence, that we move onto after this life ends. I know this now. And while we usually don't have contact with those who have 'passed on,' on occasion - we do. So many people have. Just about everyone has a story like mine, or knows of someone who does. Our loved ones know what we are up to! They can contact us if the need is sufficient and the time is right. That is wonderful! A great gift to me when I needed it most. I miss my dad very much. And others in my life who have passed on. And I've always been curious about eternity and abilities we have but haven't explored. Everytime I share with a stranger that I write about the supernatural, they always have a story to tell. About a visit, an experience. Something inexplicable, fascinating, often a comfort. I've always loved reading. I am never without a book! And one way I deal with my curiosity is by writing fiction that deals with the soul, with life after death, and unanswered questions regarding reality. In a novel I can work it all out through my heroine, have fun, and really take a look at these fascinating questions, while throwing in a villain, a possible love interest, and the shockingly unexpected.  Works for me!