still with me. I will share one example here before I get back to that day in the radiology room.
Often when I'm at my desk writing, I go onto You Tube and put in a song that I can listen to as I write. Recently I was really missing my Godmother Lucy and put “My Melody of Love” in the search field. For those of you who may not know, this was a popular song by singer Bobby Vinton in the 70s.
When I was young, my godmother gave me a Mickey Mouse record player. It was white with Mickey Mouse on the cover, and the needle was actually Mickey's arm. I loved it, and it brought me many hours of enjoyment. One day Lucy came over with the 45 of “My Melody of Love,” and the two of us had such a great time doing the polka and singing to this Bobby Vinton hit.
So on this day as I sat there missing my godmother, I wanted to hear this song that had special meaning to both of us. As the song played via You Tube, the tears began to flow. Suddenly I yelled out as if she was within earshot, “Lucy, are you here? Do you remember this? Bobby Vinton. “My Melody of Love?” I then cried for several more minutes before going back to my work.
The following week, my husband John asked me if my daughter Lia had told me about the dream she had had involving my godmother. When I told him that she hadn't, he told me to ask her what happened. When I did, Lia seemed confused and flustered. She told me that she had had a dream about “Grandma Lucy” (this is what my two daughters called Lucy) but was confused by it. I told her to just tell me what happened, and this is what she said:
Mommy, Grandma Lucy walked up to this box and opened it. When she opened it, there was this thing going round and round and there was a little stick sticking up.
I stood there open mouthed. My daughter Lia unknowingly just gave me a huge validation. I realized that Lia was, of course, describing a record player, but Lia was ten years old. So in this age of CDs and MP3 players, she had no idea of what she was seeing. She is not familiar with LPs and 45s. She is not familiar with record players. So why, then, did she dream of my godmother and a record player? This was Lucy's way of letting me know that she did remember. Yes, she was there, and yes, she did remember “My Melody of Love.”
By the way, I showed my daughter pictures of record players, and she confirmed that this was what she had indeed seen. But why would my Godmother Lucy visit my daughter in a dream and not me? This is what is called a third-party sign. Think about it for a moment. Obviously, it is more validating for my Godmother Lucy to go to my daughter Lia and not to me. I may have thought I was having the dream simply because I had asked Lucy if she was there with me. However, hearing this message from Lia (a third party who had no knowledge of what happened) was a far stronger and convincing validation.
As I said earlier, Lucy has given me many signs or visits from heaven as I like to call them such as the one I just described above, but everything pales in comparison to what happened that day as I waited for the technician to return. Again, I had cried out to God telepathically for help and then thought of my godmother. So I decided to make a second plea for help to Lucy.
“Lucy,” I pleaded. “If I've ever needed you to be here for me, it's now. Please, Lucy, help me!”
And then it happened. Within mere seconds I saw a bright white orb descend from the ceiling directly above me. I stared at it in utter astonishment and thought, I must be imagining things. I closed my eyes and opened them again, but it was still there. The white was very bright, and it was not transparent. In other words, I could not see through this orb which looked to be about four inches long and just three inches wide. The orb was perfectly round but had rays of light protruding out of it.
No doubt something very divine was taking place. I lay there mesmerized by this beautiful, breathtaking vision and watched as it slowly descended toward me. A smile warmed my face, and I completely calmed down. When the orb came to about four inches above my chest, it then slowly moved to my right and stopped.
At this point I communicated with this divine presence telepathically saying, It's okay. I'm not afraid; come to me, and reached out my hand to it. When I did, the orb slowly turned a beautiful, vibrant purple. For lack of a better description, the orb looked to be alive with energy and vibration. A small dot of purple formed in the center and then became bigger and bigger until it encompassed most of the white, changing color right before my eyes. As though I was in a trance, I lay there spellbound watching what was unfolding before me, feeling totally at peace and content. Then…the technician suddenly opened the door. My heart skipped a beat as she broke my trance, and the magnificent orb quickly disappeared, leaving me wishing that the technician had given me more time to take in this divine visit.
As she took more scans of my breasts, my mind and my heart were elsewhere as I replayed over and over again in my mind what had just happened to me. I wondered how I was going to explain to my family and friends what had just occurred to me. I even wondered if they would believe me but then quickly decided that it didn't matter who believed and who did not believe. I knew what had happened, and that's all that mattered. But as I drove home that day, I couldn't help but wonder what it all meant. Was it God? Was it my Godmother Lucy? Was I being told that everything was going to be okay? Or was I being told that it was my time but not to worry? And why had the orb turned purple? What did this all mean?
When my husband returned home from work later that day, I told him what had happened as he looked at me dumbfounded by my words. “That is amazing!” he said. “That is a once in a lifetime experience. Just incredible! What a blessing!”
Yes, it was a blessing, but I couldn't help but ponder why it happened. Who came to me and why? As an author and researcher of the afterlife and the paranormal, I certainly had no qualms about what I saw. It was clearly an orb which is how spirit energy often manifests in photographs. But there is a big difference between seeing an orb in a photo and seeing one in person while totally awake! There is also a big difference between being visited by spirits or deceased loved ones during your dream state and actually seeing them with your own eyes.
Two days later I answered the phone to hear my gynecologist on the other end. “Josephine, there is something on your left side. There is something there that shouldn't be there. I want you to have a biopsy as soon as possible. Don't wait.”
I could clearly hear the panic in his voice. He referred me to a breast cancer specialist and told me to make an appointment. Everything goes blank from that moment on because I was so stunned that I couldn't hear the rest of my doctor's words. I do remember hanging up the phone and crying. I had been through this all before when I was diagnosed with melanoma in 2000. I had gotten the same call. I had heard the same panic. All those painful memories came rushing back. Only now I had two beautiful young daughters to worry about.
Why? Why would this happen to me in the midst of everything that I am trying to do to get the word out about God, the power of prayer, the afterlife, universal consciousness, etc. Mostly, however, I kept thinking about my kids. As I've said in my books many times, I am not afraid to die. The body is just a garment we wear in order to be able to experience life on this earth. When we crossover, we change our outfit. We go back to being spirit which is and always will be our true essence. Because I know this, it is definitely easier for me when I lose a loved one, but it's definitely not easy. It hurts. It really hurts. I am only human so I long for that physical contact just like everyone else.
Two days later I attended an engagement party for my neighbor's daughter. In all honesty I did not want to go because I was upset and worried, but I didn't want to cancel at the last minute either. So my husband and I put on a happy face and tried to make the best of it. It was a beautiful affair, and I ended up sitting next to my neighbor and friend Janet, who is a breast cancer survivor. I hadn't planned on talking about my predicament but decided to ask Janet for her advice.
After I told her about my hectic
