“DON’T BE SAD”
by Bill Fletcher
We lost my youngest daughter, Emma, in February 1990, when her best friend called to her from across a road, and she ran out into the path of a car without looking. She was put on life support at the hospital, but it became obvious that she was not going to recover. Emma passed away in the hospital.
My eldest daughter, Elizabeth, was too grief stricken to sleep in the room she had shared with her sister, so we moved her bed into our room. Two Sundays later, she said that she had seen Emma the previous evening, and felt comfortable returning to her own bedroom.
When I asked what had happened, Elizabeth replied that Emma had stood at the side of her bed and said, “Don’t be sad; I’m all right now.” I asked if it was a dream, and my daughter said she had been sitting up in bed talking to her sister, so it couldn’t have been.
Then Emma’s best friend (who had called to her from across the road) came to me a couple of days after and excitedly said that she, too, had seen Emma. My daughter had said to her, “Don’t be sad. It had to happen, and I’m all right now.”
Chapter 7
VISIONS OF JESUS AND OTHER ASCENDED MASTERS
THE CROWN OF MARY
by Tia Johnson
I dreamed that I was in a museum looking at a painting of the Virgin Mary holding the baby Jesus. Out of nowhere the painting slowly moved. The Virgin smiled at me, extended her right arm, and handed me a magnificent red crown with gold trimmings and a diamond-shaped piece of gold jewelry at the top … and then I woke up. I was so amazed that Mother Mary had given me a gift.
A few days later I was with my brother at a Burlington Coat Factory store. He wanted to look around, and once again something amazing happened … I saw miniature statues of the Virgin Mary with that same crown on her head. I nearly jumped out of my skin! I’d gone to Catholic school for a number of years and had never seen an image of Mary with that particular crown. I’d seen her depicted with a blue-and-white cloak over her head or a golden halo, but never this crown. Oh, was I amazed. What validation! Here I thought that it had been a gift she’d chosen for me—I didn’t know that it was “her” crown she was giving me. What an honor.
AN INDESCRIBABLE LOVE
by Janine Cooper
I was living in Santa Monica in a single-unit guesthouse. During the month of June, it was often foggy, so my morning ritual was to look out the window upon awakening to see if bright light was shining in.
On this particular early morning, I had a very vivid and life-changing dream. Or was it a dream? In the “dream,” I sat up in bed and glanced at the window. There on the rice blind was the shroud of Jesus—just his face, about three to four feet in size. I said to myself, “Hey, that’s Jesus!” And just as I did, his face came in very clear, and a bolt of white light shot out of it right at me. The light had a paralyzing effect on me! I sat in bed and looked at my hands, and they were frozen stiff. I remember that my jaw was clenched, too. It was almost as if I’d had a seizure, but the feeling was one of total bliss.
I was not afraid at all. In fact, I had never felt more loved in my life. It was as though the light was made of love. As the feeling of being paralyzed eased up and the light faded away, I heard a voice say, “This is just a small sample of the power of God’s love.” The light withdrew, and the vision of Jesus faded away.
I awoke, sat up in bed, and sobbed for about half an hour! It was as though I had received a major healing, a gift of what is available to us anytime we ask. And it is so powerful! It was by far the most amazing and meaningful experience I’ve had in this lifetime.
NEVER ALONE
by Kimberly McCright
When I was in college, I moved in with my grandparents since they lived in the same town as the university I was attending. After several months, I still hadn’t made any friends or had any dates. I was very lonely. All around me every day there were couples and groups of friends.
I grew very depressed, and one day while I was in the shower, I just broke down and cried. I became angry with God, wondering where He was, since I felt so cold and alone. I prayed to Jesus, and I begged him to come into my life and help me through this difficult time.
At I pulled back the curtain to step out of the shower, I saw an amazing sight. The mirror was completely fogged up, except for an outline of a face with long hair, a beard, and a mustache. I could also see the outline of eyes and a nose. It looked just like Jesus!
I couldn’t believe my eyes and just stood there staring. I felt a wave of warmth and love and knew that I was never alone. I can’t describe the healing that took place at that moment. I felt so blessed that Jesus would show himself to me in this way, to let me know that he is always here, always listening.
The fact that this happened to me, a “nobody,” really made me feel special. I realized that each of us is equally important in God’s eyes; we’re are all deserving of His love, and He never leaves us. Since then, I have never felt lonely. Very soon after that incident, I met my best friend, who introduced me to my husband.
A SAINT BY MY MOTHER’S SIDE
by Virginia E. Perry
My mother was hospitalized with leukemia, and after repeated, fruitless blood transfusions, the doctors and my sister finally decided it was her time to join Papa in heaven. Mama was afraid to die, for she thought the devil was waiting to grab her. By phone, I tried to reassure Mom that only friendly faces and Papa would be on hand to greet her on the Other Side.
I was unemployed, living in California at the time. Needless to say, I was greatly saddened that I didn’t have the plane fare to be with her. I meditated on the situation, finally seeking help from my dearest guide, St. Therese. She has even appeared to me once or twice while I’ve helped ailing friends.
Boldly, I asked St. Therese to go to my mother since I couldn’t be there. Months after Mom’s death, I was talking with my sister, Ramona. She volunteered the information that a sweet little nun had kept constant vigil by Mom’s side. When I asked about her, Ramona told me the color of her habit, and that her name was Sister Therese! Thank you, God and dear St. Therese. You have never failed to answer my prayers!
“IS JESUS OVER YOUR HOUSE?”
by Sherry L. Gunderson
I had recently read Doreen’s book Angel Visions, and I started praying that I might have a vision of my own. Nothing happened immediately, but about a week later, I had a dream that I really didn’t understand at the time. In it, I was awakened from my sleep by a call from my friend Ernie.
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Sherry,” he asked, “is Jesus over your house?” He said it with such amazement in his voice.
I was lying on my back with the phone to my ear, looking at the ceiling and shaking my head as I answered, “No, I don’t see Jesus.” This dream didn’t make any sense to me. In fact, I took it to mean that I wasn’t religious enough.
A week later as I drove home from work, a colorful glitter in the sky caught my eye. I glanced to my left and saw what looked like the face of Jesus surrounded by a yellow light. I remember peeking over my sunglasses, asking myself if the other drivers around me could see what I was seeing.
Before I knew it, it was time for me to turn right and head north, as I was just a few minutes from my house. I was surprised that a vision of Jesus was still in the clouds when I arrived. The only difference now was that he was looking up instead of straight ahead. I also noticed that he was wearing what looked like a bandana (I have been told that it was the crown of thorns). I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
My sister’s friend Pete was outside near my car. I pointed to the sky and asked him, “Tell me if that is Jesus, or am I seeing things?”
Pete looked up to the vision and said, “That is Jesus.”
I didn’t relate the two events until I realized that in my dream, when my friend Ernie asked, “Sherry, is Jesus over your house?” it was supposed to prepare me for what I was about to see a week later.
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JESUS HEALED ME
by Debbie Graham Hoskin
I had an experience about 20 years ago when I was on the road, singing professionally seven nights a week across the country for the Sheraton hotel chain. Because of the grueling schedule and lack of rest, I began having trouble with my voice. I was usually hoarse in the morning, but after resting my voice all day, it would return at night. After several months of this schedule, it became increasingly difficult to recover my voice each evening.
One morning I woke up and my voice was worse than ever. I was very upset at the thought of letting the band members down, not to mention the audience. I decided to pray, because I didn’t know what else to do. I closed my curtains, put a Do Not Disturb sign on my door, and took the phone off the hook. I was on my knees on the floor. I said very firmly, “God, You must fix my voice. I know You are there, and I know that You hear me. I beg You to heal my voice. I will not leave this floor until You heal my voice. I believe You can heal me.” I prayed intensely for about three hours.
I started to feel a presence in the room, as if someone had just walked in. I looked over at the door and saw the face of Jesus. I became paralyzed with fear. He took the fear away from me and told me telepathically, “I am love and kindness.”
He and his message were so strong that I was overcome. He approached me. I felt a hand brushing across my throat, and I sensed intense heat in that area. Then I felt the presence leave. I broke out into a sweat. I was healed, and I thanked God.
The experience changed me as a person and also changed the way I perceived life. No matter what problems I experienced, I always knew that God was my friend. It took me ten years before I told anyone about that incident. I was certain that no one would believe me. I still sing and perform; however, I became driven to fulfill a higher purpose on this earth. I now work with victims of abuse.
SO MUCH LOVE!
by Marsha Zaler
I had an amazing dream that I will never forget: I was all alone in this white room, wondering where I was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glorious white light. When I turned to look, I saw the Sacred Heart of Jesus with his index finger pointing to his chest. He was looking down at me so lovingly that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so beautiful, and the light was so full of love.
I looked up, and from the sky the words Jesus and Mary love you appeared. Then the phrase fell to the ground with the loudest bang I had ever heard in my entire life. The entire dream was so moving that I woke up sobbing.
MOTHER MARY LIFTED ME UP
by Michelle Haynes
I was just about to finish college, and it seemed as if so many challenging things were going on simultaneously. I was having a difficult time letting go of college life, and was also experiencing a deep depression. If that weren’t enough, many important people in my life were moving away.
The most significant loss I experienced was that of my therapist, who was moving on. I was seeing her at a university counseling center where brief therapy was the norm because most of the counselors were interns in training. I had the rare opportunity to work with her for two years on and off; however, the termination of our sessions was inevitable.
With all of the changes and losses, I was depressed to the point of considering suicide. To help relieve my feelings of despair, I decided to go on a silent retreat. I go away every so often to be by myself as a means of regrouping, and to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life. I usually stay at a retreat center where retiring nuns live. Going there has always given me a sense of solace. To this day, I look forward to these couple of days where I don’t speak to anyone. I just spend time being with myself and talking to God. It gives me great comfort.
While I was on this particular retreat, I felt peaceful even though I was experiencing depression. On the second night of my stay, something happened that in many ways was indescribable.
I had just finished journaling and reading books on spirituality, and had fallen asleep with the lights still on. All of a sudden, the lights seemed to dim. I began to hear a humming sound like a thousand bees buzzing. Then I felt myself leaving my body. Initially, I was terrified, but then started saying in my mind, Let go, let God. As I continued to repeat this mantra, I felt myself lift out of my physical body until I was floating in the room.
I then noticed a white flowing entity enter the room. At first, I could not make out what it was, but then I realized that it was Mother Mary. She took my hand and led me outside of the retreat center. Then somehow we were flying in the air. I remember seeing the night lights all around me. It was an incredible sight. As we were flying, she took me to a place where I began communicating with three incredible bright lights.
To this day, I have no idea what the three entities spoke to me about. I just remember being suspended in midair over what appeared to be California, of all places! The three entities formed a triangle. As each light spoke to me, the entity would become brighter while the others lessened in intensity. Whatever they said to me changed my life. I then returned with Mother Mary to my room at the retreat center and went gently back into my body. I could hear a buzzing and feel a warm tingling sensation as I did so.
I immediately rose from my bed and knew that this experience was more than just a dream. My depression broke, and things in my life started to turn around for the better. I will never forget this experience as long as I live.
THE INCREDIBLE BRIGHTNESS!
by Susan
I was a 19-year-old newly single mother living with my parents after my baby’s father abandoned us. I had only been to church about ten times in my entire life. I had never read the Bible or prayed much. Then I had a life-changing dream.
In the dream, I walked from my bedroom in my parents’ house into the living room. There, sitting at the dining-room table, was Jesus, along with some other men dressed in the same style of clothing. It must have been nighttime and dark in my dream, because I felt like my parents were sleeping. Jesus had this intense glow around him.
Feeling very afraid, I ran to my parents’ bedroom, trying to wake them up. I was screaming, “Go away!” to Jesus and the other men. But my parents didn’t wake up. It felt like I was having a nightmare. Then, for some reason, I stopped crying and went back into the living room.
Jesus got up from the table, and he walked over to me. I was no longer scared. When he got close to me, I fell to my knees. I remember how extremely bright he was, like an aura. His face was peaceful and beautiful. His robe was the very brightest white, with a blue stripe on it. As I remember the dream, what stands out the most was that Jesus was so intensely bright!
Then, while I was on my knees looking at him, I starting saying, “I’m so sorry,” over and over. He touched me with his left hand. I didn’t see him move his lips, but I somehow heard him say, “I forgive you.” When I heard these words, I felt warm, peaceful, happy, and filled with love. I had feelings that cannot be felt on this earth. I remember how very, very strong this impression was. I felt like part of the brightness of Jesus, of this immense love and warmth together. Then I woke up. I couldn’t figure out why I’d had this dream, but I knew how special it was, since it felt so real.
After the dream, I got a Bible and began reading it nightly. When I got to the parts about Jesus, I experienced really strong emotions, because I felt like he was my brother and close friend.
THE HEALING TRIO
by Anonymous
I saw an apparition of Archangel Raphael, Jesus, and what I believe to be my spirit guide—an old wise man from Tibet. This happened last year when my husband was in ill health.
My husband had a very high fever and a cough that was deep and full of congestion. One night was especially bad. I prayed, and asked for God and the angels to assist in the healing of my husband.
All of a sudden, Raphael, Jesus, and a spirit guide appeared in the right corner of my bedroom. Bright white lights surrounded the trio. I received instructions from the figures to place my hands on m
y husband’s back (the lung area) and other parts of his body so that the healing would occur.
I know that one of the images was Raphael for sure, because I’d asked for him specifically, knowing all about his mission of healing from reading Doreen’s books. I recognized the other image as Jesus. I am not a fan of Jesus and was disappointed that he was there. Basically, I believe that he lived; I just don’t believe that he was the son of God. I asked the universe why Jesus was with Raphael and the Tibetan man. I was angry that he was present.
The answer came quickly. I was told that he had healed many people and that he had come as a result of my request for healing. Needless to say, my husband recovered directly after this vision. Additionally, I have been more at peace about Jesus since then—I have no more anger.
AN INNER OPERATION
by Cheryl Cash
I went to India to see the avatar Sathya Sai Baba. One night we left the door of our temporary residence open because of the heat. I felt Baba come into the room and bless my hands and feet. I was thrilled, thinking, Baba’s here, and he is blessing me all over. I am blissful!
Then I awoke to find welts on my feet and hands, realizing that what I had felt were mosquitoes. I was irritated with myself for my foolish thoughts, saying within, Oh, it’s not Baba. It’s the mosquitoes. I then saw an image of Baba walking over to my bed. He shook his finger in my face and said, “No, Cheryl, I am in everything, including the mosquitoes. I am always with you!”
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