what she was talking about, but she went on to explain that she had had a vivid dream. In the dream she was told that someone was going to be coming to her for help. “Josie,” she said, “It's you. You are the one that I am supposed to help!” WOW! I looked at her both astonished and grateful as I knew someone was looking after me on the Other Side. Janet went on to tell me that what made this even more astonishing was that she usually never remembers her dreams. But she had had no doubt she was meant to remember this one.
The following week I went to see the breast specialist who examined me and set up an appointment for a biopsy. While I waited for the day of the biopsy, I tried to keep myself busy with writing this book. One day as I was going over one of the chapters, I froze when I came to Lori's response to one of my questions. Lori, who is a gifted psychic medium, wrote, “We humans are made up of matter, and matter is energy. Energy can neither be created, nor can it be destroyed. When we die, the energy is still there and takes a new form. If you were to see it, you would see hazy smoke or orbs of light.” I read this and reread this. “…you would see hazy smoke or orbs of light”
I then wrote to Lori telling her what had happened to me at the imaging center. In response she wrote, “When you called on your godmother to be with you, she was. You pulled down a wall and invited a loved one in. You were open, and she presented to you.” I was just stunned as I read her words. So it really was my Godmother Lucy! Lori also went on to explain that the reason the orb changed colors is because when I reached out to it, my energy fused with my godmother's energy, thereby creating the color purple.
Lori concluded, “You have love on your side.” I can't tell you how much her comforting words had meant to me. I have a wonderful page on Facebook based on my book Visits from Heaven.2 I have told the bereaved countless times that their loved ones are just a thought away. “When we think of our loved ones, we bring them to us. If you need help, just ask. They can be of more help to us from the Other Side than they were when they were on this Earth.” I have said these words so many times, and now I experienced the truth of my very own words.
I was desperate for help. I cried out to God. I asked my Godmother Lucy for help. Within seconds she manifested before me in the form of an orb. She was always there for me and still is. Only now Lucy is in spirit.
A few days later, I had the biopsy and the stressful wait for the results began. The biopsy was performed on Tuesday, April 24. Two days later my phone rang early in the morning. It was the breast imaging doctor on the line. “It is benign,” he said. “I just read the report and had to call you. I am surprised. I thought it was cancer.” He went on to say how it had looked like cancer to him, but I don't remember his exact words because my happy sobs kept interrupting him.
“No, I'm telling you this because you should be happy,” he quickly added trying to calm me. I remember uttering something like, “I know. Thank you.” How was I going to explain what had happened in that room to this doctor? How was I going to tell him that I believed my fate was changed in that very room when the orb appeared before me? I hung up the phone and continued sobbing in my husband John's arms.
The doctor's honesty confirmed what I had been feeling all along and what I was told that day. Remember, I had asked God telepathically, Is everything okay? And I clearly heard back in my mind, No! I asked this same question twice, and twice I heard, No! Why would I hear back, No, if everything was alright? Why would I hear this if it wasn't cancer? Why would I hear this if it was originally benign?
Fast forward another week and I was in my gynecologist/obstetrician's office for my annual exam. We talked about the biopsy, and since I have a close relationship with my ob-gyn, I decided to tell him what had transpired that day at the diagnostic center. I also told him that I knew it didn't look good because the imaging doctor had told me he thought it was cancer.
My doctor then admitted that this is what was reported to him. “Listen, I don't know what happened here,” he told me. “Let's just be happy with the results.” He went on to say that he often hears stories such as mine and that there are things in life we just can't explain.
While I agree that there are some things in life that we just can't explain, I don't believe that this experience is one of them. I know that what happened to me on that day in that room was a divine intervention. I also know that the power of prayer played a huge part in my good fortune. Many family and friends were praying for me, including rosary groups. I was saying daily novenas to the Blessed Mother, Saint Peregrine, and Padre Pio. In fact, the day after I was told that I needed to have a biopsy, I was in my room praying to my Godmother Lucy. A few minutes later I went into my drawer looking for a prayer card she had given me. I found the card along with a note from my godmother. In it I found a small medal depicting the Blessed Mother. As I read the note, I was stunned when I came to the last paragraph. In it, she wrote, “Pin this medal on your bra. It's blessed”
Rereading the note, I stared in disbelief. “Pin this medal on your bra.” My godmother once again came to me with a message of her presence at the most opportune time. I said a prayer of thanks and then took the medal and pinned it to the left side of my bra. That same night I called my friend Ray Skop, a faith healer in Jersey City, New Jersey, who has been at the helm of several miracles. (We will talk more about Ray a little later in this book).
So while many factors played a part in my positive outcome and I cannot possibly exempt anything while expressing my thanks, I can say that it all began with the divine visit that I received in that room at the diagnostic radiology center. I can also say it began with my desperate cry for help and hence the appearance and miracle of that incredible orb.
My life hasn't been the same since. I am a new person. The sky is bluer. The grass is greener. Everything radiates with love and energy. When I called Toni DiBernardo whose divine visit I described in the previous chapter and who assisted me in putting this book together, she excitedly exclaimed, “I know exactly what you mean, Josie. I call these God Shots. Everything looks more beautiful than it did before.” I smiled in agreement feeling and sharing in her excitement. I wasn't alone in my newfound way of looking at the world. While Toni prefers to call it God Shots, I like to think of it more as soul impressions for I no longer see with my eyes; I see with my soul. And while mere words don't begin to describe the magnificence of what I experienced that day, at least I have given you a glimpse.
2For information about the Visits from Heaven Facebook Group or to join, please visit: https://www.facebook.com/groups/256369014386004/.
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Bibiana
California
Times were tough. At this time in my life I had five children, all under the age of ten, and I was pregnant with my sixth child. We were living and hiding from my brutal ex-husband in an old house that was scheduled to be demolished, and therefore, thankfully, I paid no rent.
Various caring family members and friends would stop by every now and then to bring the children and me a bag of potatoes, some vegetables, or eggs since I couldn't collect the court-ordered child support money from my husband and risk uncovering our whereabouts.
One day after bringing us a bag of groceries, Aunt Henrietta tried to comfort me with the old refrain, “No matter how bad it is someone always has it harder.” Somehow it didn't make me feel better to know that someone was out there suffering more than I, and I said as much to my aunt. But she went on to tell me about a woman she had recently met at the Greyhound bus station while waiting to pick up a friend.
