New spiritual book

" Miracles from the Light"

by Rosemary The Celtic Lady International Psychic Medium and founder of the American Association of Healers & Psychics.

"Miracles from the Light"

Enjoy this amazing spiritual book about the remarkable captivating life story of Rosemary The Celtic Lady international psychic medium and founder of the American Association of Healers & Psychics.

Experience the other side through Rosemary’s three near death experiences, and many close calls.

Be amazed by her meeting with Lady Diana and the channeling messages telling us about her murder, the secret pregnancy and the prophecy of two kings.

Discover the secret Jon Bennet Ramsey shared with Rosemary shortly after her tragic murder.

Read the crazy and remarkable account of Rosemary healing a stranded orphaned killer whale.

Having beaten Cancer twice using only energy healing, Rosemary shares her powerful channeled healing techniques that saved her life and that have since transformed the lives of thousands of people.

Finally learn how to discover yourself through her life lessons, the truth about how disease manifests in our bodies and learn how to heal yourself without dangerous medication.

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All though known as a spiritual book author Rosemary also teaches healing workshops throughout the USA & Canada and regularly performs her live stage show Spirit Talk where she brings through messages from the other side.

Rosemary is also a well know female motivational speaker Rosemary the Celtic Lady teaches you how to be fearless, focused & balanced in your life.

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Miracles from the Light

 A Miracle From God

 Chapter 1

Ice cold water poured down through my bedroom ceiling as though a dam had burst above my head. Although I was only 10 years old, I recall that winter night vividly. I stood shivering in my soaking pajamas and clinging wet hair, chilled to the bone. My few precious possessions were washed away leaving me with nothing but memories, a saturated mattress and a freezing cold concrete floor.

Stealing copper pipes to feed another poor starving family was a common occurrence, in the dreary tenements in Glasgow in the early 70’s.

Without electricity, ice quickly formed on the inside of my window and on the concrete floor. Escaping the frozen tomb, I slept on the living room couch. The only warmth was coming from the one small fireplace where we burned scraps of wood, as we could not afford any coal.

A few weeks later while sitting in my classroom at school I started to cough and sweat with agonizing back pain and breathlessness. I coughed so hard I thought I was going to cough up my lungs.

I told the teacher I wasn't’ feeling well and she realized I was obviously in a lot of pain. As we had no telephone to call my Mum, the teacher arranged for Ralph a distant cousin of mine, who was in my class to walk me home.

When I got home my Mum could see I was sick. She sent me to the ice cream van, when it stopped outside our house, she asked me to go buy an Askit powder, which was what they gave you in those days for the flu.

While standing at the ice cream van, I started to get the sharp shooting pains in my back again. I doubled over struggling to breathe and my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Ralph’s older brother James asked me if I was okay. I looked into his eyes with panic I could feel everything spinning around. Reaching out grasping the darkness I slid down the side of the ice cream van. James picked me up, and ran to the house with me.

"Rosemary’s sick. Get the doctor.” Mum ran to a neighbor’s house and asked them to call the doctor. She came right back and got me settled in her bed, a place I always liked to be when I was sick.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I slept for what felt like hours, but it had only been about twenty minutes. I kept asking for Dad. “He’ll be home soon Rosemary.” I kept watching the clock on my Mum’s bedside table. It seemed like time was almost standing still.

The pain was getting worse. I continued to struggle to breathe and constantly tried to sit up to stay awake. I was afraid if I slept, I may never wake up again.

My Mum gave me the Askit, to help ease the excruciating stabbing pain in my back. Trying to escape this feeling, I kept going in and out of my body. One minute I would be standing in a room filled with brilliant white light talking to people in spirit form who had passed over before me. The next minute I was back in my body again feeling the pain and gasping for breath, which thankfully disappeared when I returned back to the light.

The doctor finally arrived at 7:30, two hours after he was called. Meanwhile my dad arrived home fifteen minutes earlier. I remember this as I watched the clock the whole time I was conscious.

The Doctor took his time examining me then left the room to speak with my Mum and Dad. At this point I had left my body again for what I thought would be the last time. I was torn between returning to my body and the loving voices calling me from the light.

As I left, I looked back at myself. I saw this waif of a child with curly hair matted on her head and sweat on her face. I could not believe that it was me I was looking at. I remember thinking god how ugly and sad that little girl looked. I was back in the brilliant white light, however this time the mist had cleared. Before me stood an old man who was a stranger to me. He held out his hand and said “Come. Let me show you.” “Show me what?” I asked, “You’ll see.” as he smiled at me.

We floated down a big hallway that was all lit up with the light. I was blissfully happy to be there. I had this feeling of being somewhere I knew very well. As we moved down this hallway, there were frames on the walls that looked like TV screens, hundreds of them, more than I could count. He said, “Look! Look at what is past, look at what is behind you, now, look to the future.”

This man was showing me all of my past lives, he was showing me what was going on in my past lives, who I was, what I had suffered, what joy I had, what I had chosen to do, he showed me the misery I experienced as a child.

I saw a picture of me crying and looking up at the sky and asking God to take me away from this horrible family and I was asking? “Why! Why!

I realized at a very young age I chose to be with this family, my two parents who had such a hard life, dealing with their own issues they barely saw me, only when I stepped between them when they were trying to kill each other. I had to be in this little body even as small as I was I was very strong in spirit. He showed me how strong I would become, and the changes that I would make in this world.

Quickly each lifetime flashed before me. There must have been fifty or more lifetimes. However it was so fast I couldn’t keep count. I saw myself in scenes from my other lives. I was an old Indian woman sitting by a fireside in an Indian village with tepees all around me.

An old man sitting on a stone floor with a small wooden pallet to lay on and just a few bowls that I used for eating and drinking, with only a robe on my back for warmth. I went from a man, a child, a young woman, and a young boy. There were so many I could not remember them all.

I also saw myself in the middle of a battlefield, bleeding out from a stab wound, from perhaps a saber or knife. I saw myself struggling to breathe to get above water as I was drowning going down with a ship. I could not even begin to tell you how many past lives I had and how I passed over each time. I had always had a knowing that I had been to earth before.

The older man then proceeded to show me my future. “Look. See what is ahead of you.” I was flashing into the future traveling to exotic places I had never been to nor seen before. I was working on people who were sick. I was speaking before audiences of thousands of people. All around me people were smiling, laughing, and crying.

I remember thinking, “ Is that me?” I asked, and I heard, “Yes.” I thought I looked pretty. I was pleased about this as, my perception of myself as a small child was not at all pretty, I always felt like an ugly duckling.

I felt no pain only a sense of complete and utter love surrounded me, like a thousand pairs of arms all hugging me at once. The feeling of love was overwhelming and overflowed from my heart. It was a miracle this feeling, it felt so good.

I asked this older gentleman not to send me back. I told him I did not want to go back in that body down there. It hurt, and I was not happy with my life. I did not want to be a child in this family full of pain. “They are so unhappy,” I said to the old man. He said, “I know, but what little happiness they have, you brought into their lives Rosemary.” “Oh…” I said. “They need you.” “So I need to go back?” “Yes, you do.” He smiled at me knowingly, as if he shared my secrets.

“It will get better. I promise you.” I sighed, “Oh well… I guess you’d better send me back then.” He led me by the hand turning me around so that I faced the way I came, looking back down the long hallway of light.

I could see the tunnel and feel the light pulsing all around me, drawing me in. “Rosemary” He said, “Go now! You have not yet finished what you have come to do. You still have to go to America. One day you will go there and change the lives of others with your healing work and your powerful communication with myself and others in the light.” You will see miracles happen and you will not believe what you are seeing. I want you to know we will always be with you and you just have to call out to us, believe in us and we will bring you joy and happiness in your life. “Goodbye, Rosemary. I will be here anytime you need me”

I felt very sad that he was going to leave me. “Ok” I said, “Goodbye”, and with a wave and a smile, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. I never did ask him his name, it did not seem important at the time.

At that time, I still did not fully understand. I knew I did not want to be back in a body full of pain, and I did not wish to be with a family that was hurting so much, but I believed the old man and so I went back to do the work I was destined to do.

Suddenly at lightening speed I moved back down the tunnel of light. The next thing I knew, I was floating above my parents and the doctor who were talking in the hallway. The doctor was trying to break it to my folks that it was touch and go for me. I was seriously ill and I would be lucky to last the night as I had silent pneumonia.

I saw my body lying on the bed with a white light all around it. I thought I looked awful weak and scrawny. I remember thinking to myself that I did not like the look of the body that was below me, that I was getting ready to enter back into.

I remember looking at myself in spirit, all I could see and feel was this warm glowing energy field that was all white light. Although upset about going back into the physical body, I accepted my fate.

My Mum was sobbing, saying she could not loose another child. The doctor said all they could do was get me to the hospital, make me comfortable, and give me antibiotics, and see if they could help clear my lungs. “I was the thirteenth child and only survivor my mother had had twelve miscarriages before me”

At this point I slid back inside my body. I instantly started to gasp for breath. The pain was excruciating. As I gasped for air, I called out to my Dad. He came into the bedroom. I said to him through my pain, “Dad, I’m going to be ok.”

“I know luv,” he said, as he wiped away the tears that were trickling down his face.

“No, Dad, I’m really going to be Ok, my angel told me so.” I pleaded, “Get me to the hospital.” My dad tried to humor me by saying I know you’re going to be okay, but I really think he believed I would not make it. He went out the room and I heard him telling the doctor lets get her to the hospital and make her comfortable.

Finally after another two hours of waiting the paramedics arrived. I could tell by their faces that they did not think I was going to make it. I was so weak looking and deathly pale.

After stabilizing me in the emergency room, the doctors later transferred me to the critical ward, where they put me in an oxygen tent and started to pump me with antibiotics every two hours. I remember hating this treatment because they put the needles into my thighs, which was excruciatingly painful.

Mum and Dad stayed by my side throughout the night. My angel, who I later found out, was my grandfather, came to see me again and said that “By morning I would be over the worst of it and it would not hurt as much anymore.”

I was still very weak the next day but very much alive. I spent eight weeks in the hospital recovering. The only way I could get around was by wheelchair, I hated not being able to run around, and being unable to reach things, or get to the bathroom on my own. I was always very athletic, before this happened, running around swimming, I liked all sports.

Blind Child Eloise

After a few weeks of being in bed, I began to get stronger. I wheeled myself around the ward in my wheelchair, going from bed to bed, talking with the other children who were all younger than me. I drew pictures and made little toys for them in between catching up with my school work.

One day a new little girl came in whose cot was directly across the room from my bed. She would lay there and cry all the time. I asked the nurse what was wrong and why she wore mittens all the time. The nurse told me she was not yet two and going blind. Through sheer frustration, she kept poking her fingers in her eyes.

One night, when the little girl was crying, rolling over in my wheelchair to check on her. Reaching in between the cot bars I tried to soothe her. Talking softly to her, I stroked her little head.

I told her my name was Rosemary and told her about my dog Shep. I said anything and everything that popped into my head, just to reassure her. I started singing to her and eventually she started to calm down a little. I looked at this beautiful child with both her eyes turned inward, and I cried. I cried for her, and I cried for myself. It was not fair that she should be going blind at such a young age.

I prayed to my guardian angel to help this poor child. I felt that if he could help me, maybe he sure as heck could help her, this little one so innocent. Closing my eyes and called out to him to take me and give her back her eyesight.

Putting my hand on the little girl’s head, and asked God to keep her safe and protect her. At this point, she was very calm and started to drift off to sleep. I could see a brilliant white light all the way around us, through us, and within us. I could feel tremendous heat coming from the little girl’s eyes.

Praying to my angel in the light I asked him to bring her peace, and take away the pain, I must have stayed there for what seemed like hours, I was not sure how long, as I drifted off to sleep with my hand over her head and eyes.

I awoke with the nurse shaking me to awaken me. She asked what I was doing. “I just said I was soothing the baby and praying for her.” The nurse said, “Oh that’s nice of you, Rosemary. You should get back to bed now. It’s really late, and you should be sleeping.”

On my way back to bed I was thinking, that poor little thing. She’s so young and not able to see the world around her. I went to sleep, mad at God because he let me live and mad because he was taking the sight of this little girl. This I did not understand.

Later the next day I came back from the playroom at the end of the ward. There seemed to be a lot of commotion going on around the crib of the little girl. The doctors and nurses were saying things like, “This is unbelievable!” “How can this happen?” “What happened?” No one seemed to know.

It seems that when the little girl’s Mum came to see her that morning, she walked up to the crib and the little girl was standing up looking directly at her. Her eyes were not turned in. The child recognized her mother, and called out to her.

Her mother lifted her up, looked in her eyes, and just knew that the child could see her. The mother put the baby down, ran to get the nurse. The nurse examined the baby, and then got the doctor. By the time I got back, all sorts of tests were being done on the baby girl to check her sight.

The doctors could not believe it. Her eyesight was completely restored. They even called in another Doctor from another hospital who, arrived much later that afternoon.

I sat there on my bed watching all that was going on as people ran back and forth. I smiled to myself, got up and pulled the curtains around my bed, lay down and cried with happiness, all the while thanking God for this miracle that he brought to us through the light, and for answering my prayers

The nurse who was on the night before came around to see what I was doing. She asked why I was crying. I told her I was happy the baby girl had her sight back. The nurse said, “Don’t cry. Be happy.”

“I am. That is why I’m crying.” Smiling, I told her, "I prayed to God to help her.” She looked at me strangely at first, then smiled and said, that’s nice sweetheart, thank you for being so kind.”

At this point, I lay back down and decided to take a nap. I thought to myself, “It sure is hard work, all this emotional stuff.”

Every day, after that, whenever I could, I would go over and spend time with the little girl who I had found out afterwards from the nurse was named Eloise. I would sit with Eloise, sing to her, and play games with her. It was a delight, to see this beautiful face smile, with her eyes straight and not turned in. Once again I thanked God silently for this blessing.

A couple of days later, Eloise went home with her Mum and Dad, I was sad to see her go but also very happy for her and her family. Her mother came over to me and gave me a gift, a big bag of candy. I thanked her. She thanked me for playing with Eloise. I said, “I loved it, it was like having a little sister.” Eloise’s mother let me hug her, say goodbye, and off they went. A very happy family, I cried again with joy in my heart for them.

There were other times, when I had asked God to help me. I sometimes felt like I’d been deserted by him, especially when I did not get what I wanted. But after what happened to Eloise, to me it was a miracle; my belief in God was restored.

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Miracles from the Light

My Second Miracle

Chapter 2

This Saturday morning was no different from any other except that instead of a crowd of us going to the Summerton Road Swimming Pool, it was just me and my friend Malky.

Malky was the boy next door who I had known for the last eight years since he moved into the neighborhood when he was about 4 years old. We excitedly got on the bus together and headed to the pool. We always looked forward to Saturday’s as we loved swimming and were both quite good swimmers.

When we got inside, I said, “I will race you to the pool!”

As soon as I changed, I ran out and dived straight into the cold pool, ahead of Malky who seemed to be taking forever changing.

After overcoming the initial shock of the freezing cold water, I realized I was the only one in the pool and I began to relax then continued to swim back and forth enjoying the moment.

Without warning, I suddenly began to feel cramp in my legs then just as quickly in my arms. At first I was not too concerned, cramp was not unusual in a cold swimming pool but this time was different, it struck me this is serious, I am struggling to stay afloat. All my muscles were locking up and I was sinking fast.

I frantically flailed trying to stay afloat as I gasped for breath while desperately looking around for Malky. I could not see him anywhere. I had the morbid thought “ I‘m drowning and there is no one here to save me, where’s Malky I need him. “Oh my God make this fast.”

I really can’t explain it; at the height of this surreal moment, I got a strange urge to stop fighting and struggling and just submit myself to the chilling depths of the water. As I did so, I started to feel a sense of peace come over me as I gave up and took my last breath, and with it, water started to fill my lungs.

Sinking down to the bottom of the pool, I could feel the cold water around me turning warm as if I were inside a warm bath. Devoid of most of my senses, I realized that crazy as it sounds I felt I was breathing underwater, as if reality had stopped and I was somehow safe.

That is when I started to see a bright light coming towards me. I remember being very curious at first, then I realized, that this was the same feelings that I had experienced when I had passed to the light with silent pneumonia.

I saw the swirls of light all around me get bigger, almost like I was in the eye of a hurricane of light. Faces in the distance seemed to be getting closer to me, coming at me once more, some familiar and some not. There were voices whispering to me, “Go back Rosemary, go back Rosemary.” I was disorientated, how could, I go back I was not even sure where I was.

The next thing I knew I was above my body, looking down at myself. I saw my limp body lying at the bottom of the pool. My next thought was, “w hat am I doing up here?” I was floating very close to the 25ft ceiling.

As I looked around the poolside, I could see Malky running out of his changing room. He had heard me screaming for help. Seeing that I was at the bottom of the pool, Malky ran to get the lifeguard who was outside in the main entrance area.

I headed down into the tunnel of light once more. There was a feeling of peace and love, so profound. I saw a man coming towards me calling to me in a soft voice. I thought it was strange that he was naked from the waist upwards. At first, I thought he was another swimmer. I had not quite grasped the idea that I was having another near death experience and was now completely out of my physical body.

The man stopped just before me and called out, “Rosemary you must go back. It is not your time yet.”

I remember thinking to myself that I was starting to feel confused and disappointed all at the same time, “Back where?” I also remember thinking that his voice, which I heard briefly earlier, was like a chorus of voices whispering to me from the light. “Down there,” he said. “How, why” All sorts of questions raced through my mind. “What about the light?” I asked. I want to be in the light, I want to come with you.” He told me, “You need to go back inside your body.” “I don’t want to,” I replied.

“Well you need too you still have work to do. It’s not your time yet.” “You already know this.”

I felt I was in a battle, fighting for my happiness, peace tranquility. I wanted to stay in the light, and they wanted me to go back. This did not sit well with me at all. Why should I go back to a world where people are so cruel and hurt people all of the time, when I can be here in this blissful world feeling all of this love and surrounded by this beautiful light.

I sensed the love all around me and a wonderful sense of well-being and complete happiness. “Must I?” I said to him. “Yes you must.” I remember saying with a childish resentful voice full of disappointment, “Oh, okay.”

The man I thought to be an angel took my hand and we headed through a tunnel of white of light back towards the pool and into the deep water. As we got closer to my body, the angel smiled at me and said in a thick Irish Brogue, which sounded soft and comforting to me, “Go on now lass. It will not hurt you. I promise you, I will take care of you.” The tunnel of light seemed to spiral and as I went downwards, everything was spinning around me.

As we descended he said you need to let go lass. Reluctantly, I let go of his safe gentle hand that was clasping my hand firmly. The next thing I knew, I was on the side of the pool in the recovery position, coughing up water.

I looked up and there were Malky and the lifeguard. Through coughing, spluttering, and spitting up water I managed to ask them, “Where did the man go who helped me?” They both asked, “What man?” I said “The one who helped me out of the water.”

They told me, “There is no one else here Rosemary, just the three of us. You were laying here coughing up water when we came back from the reception desk.” “There had to be someone else who was here with us.” I insisted.”

They both said together “Nope, just us three, no one else.”

I was feeling confused and bewildered. Stubbornly, I told Malky that I was going home. I stormed out of the pool still angry about leaving the love of the and peace I gave up by returning from the light.

When I got to my Mum’s house, I ran inside and told her everything that had happened. My Mum looked at me and said, “You’re very lucky. It must have been your guardian angel looking out for you. She smiled at me and went about doing her thing, as if nothing unusual had happened, then she asked me if I wanted a cup of tea. I said yes and went to my room.

While in my room, I thought a lot about what had just happened. I could not get it out of my head. I realized this Angel looked different from the one who had come to me before. I started to consider myself very lucky to be alive. Another miracle from the light!

Later that night I asked my Mum if she believed in Angels. “Yes,” she said. “Do you think that people we do not know can come help us when we need it?” “Yes, Rosemary, they can.” “Mum can you show me all your old photos that you have in your old case, under the bed?” “Sure.” She went and got them out for me, and then went to make dinner for my Dad who would be coming home from work soon.

I started to go through all the old photos. There were some of my Mum’s family, some of my Dad’s and their friends too. I saw Daisy, my aunt who had passed, Margaret, my godmother, and then I came across the picture of my grandfather Daniel McArthur. I started to look at all the military pictures my Dad had. I never realized before this that my Dad had been an army man when he was younger.

As I was shuffling through the army photos, one fell out from the bottom of the pile. I got goose bumps when I looked at it. As I held the photo closer to me, I realized this was the man who had pulled me out of the pool. The photo was an old black and white one, a man in a military uniform. I remembered his hair, parted to the right side of his head and that warm smile on his face.

I quickly ran into the kitchen and excitedly ask my Mum, “Who, is this man? ”She said, “I don’t know Rosemary. Your Dad was in the army in Germany when he was in the peace core, right before we met. “Ask him about that photo, when he gets home?”

I was very anxious to talk to my Dad. I kept pacing back and forth in front of the window of my bedroom, looking outside every few minutes or so for him. “Here he comes,” I shouted to my Mum.

“Let him get in the door, Rosemary.” She laughed a little at me rushing to the door to open it for him. “Dad, Dad!” I shouted. My Dad asked, “What’s all the excitement about lass?” I asked, “Do you know this man?”

My Dad took the photo from me as we walked up the hallway. “Yes I do, lass.” “Who is it then?” I anxiously asked. His face clouded over and he looked like he had tears in his eyes. “His name was William.” “Who was he?” “He was my superior officer, and a friend.” “Where, When?” I asked excitedly.

My Dad seemed lost in his thoughts for a few moments, and then he decided to tell me. He said, “Wait a minute, let me get my boots off, and get a cup of tea, then I'll tell you.”

I could hardly stand the wait as he went into the kitchen. I guess my Mum told him what had happened to me in the pool. My Dad came back into the living room, settled himself on the chair, and proceeded to tell me about his time in the Army, way before I was even born, before he and Mum even got married.

My Dad and some of his friends were part of a detail that cleared land mines in Germany. The man in the photo was his superior officer and friend.

With sadness in his eyes, my Dad told me that William was only a few feet away from him when he stepped on a land mine and was killed instantly. I could see from my Dad’s face that these were memories that still caused him a lot of pain.

I told my Dad, “I am really sorry about your friend, but I am very happy that he was looking out for me. If it had not been for him, I would not be sitting here with you, right now.” My dad smiled at me then closed his eyes. I could tell he was trying to hold back the tears. Then the tears started flowing freely down his crumpled face. It was a struggle for him to remember all of the old memories.

I reached over and hugged him and kissed him on his cheek. I could tell he wanted to be alone so I left him with his thoughts.

Walking away I smiled to myself, no longer mad at spirit for sending me back and I thought. “God, I am a very lucky girl to have two guardian angels looking out for me now.”

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Miracles from the Light

Sounds From Beyond the Light

Chapter 3

I was living in Scotland in an unhappy marriage that was getting worse each day. My former husband was a very controlling person which made me retreat inwards keeping my psychic abilities, thoughts and feelings to myself.

This was the beginning of a dangerous pattern which made me very ill. Through time my negative emotions created a disease called endometriosis in my womb. Endometriosis is a very painful condition, which subconsciously created a way of preventing me from having any kind of physical relationship with my husband.

I went through numerous surgeries to remove the endometriosis. Unfortunately it had grown outside my womb and had attached itself to my other organs this upset me, as most women who have endometriosis, usually have difficulty having children. I really wanted a child as I was going on thirty and not getting any younger.

I had been told years before I would never have kids and here I was with further problems in my womb, but I was determined to prove the doctors wrong. I knew something had to change in my relationship, as my body was talking to me,

I finally realized that the obstacle I really had in my life was my husband and not my illness. I believed it was all the turmoil I was going through that was causing the pain. Had I removed myself from the relationship in the first place, I would never have developed problems in my womb.

I wanted out of the marriage, but did not want to be labeled a failure in other people’s eyes therefore I stayed much longer than I should have. After months of dealing with the pain I received some divine intervention.

One night, about two in the morning we both awoke to a loud knocking noise. We sat bolt upright in bed and looked at each other very startled. My husband jumped out of the bed and headed down stairs to answer the door. I knew at that point it wasn’t the door, as I had heard this kind of rapping before, but a long, long time ago. I shouted after him “It’s not the door.”

I then heard a voice softly say in my right ear, “Rosemary, healer, heal thyself.” A few minutes later my ex came back up the stairs with a confused look on his face. He said, “There’s no one there, I know I heard someone knocking at the door.” “Me too,” I said. We went back to sleep and I never mentioned anything to him about the voice whispering in my ear.

The next morning we were having tea with my in-laws and my ex started to tell them about someone coming to our door the night before. He thought it might have been his older brother coming home from the bar and maybe knocked on our door instead of my in-laws by mistake as they lived right next door to us.

His Dad said, “It couldn’t have been your brother, he stayed at his friend’s house last night.” “Anyway in this sleepy little town we always leave our door unlocked!” His Mum and Dad were making light of the situation, but I could feel all of them looking at me.

I pretended to be engrossed in drinking my tea and reading the newspaper, and tried making it look as if I wasn’t paying much attention to their conversation. When the conversation stopped all of a sudden, I looked up from my teacup. “What!” I asked as they all looked at me for some kind of explanation. “What do you think Rosemary?” “His Mum asked” “About what,” I asked.

I looked away evasively, hoping they would change the subject. “About the knocking noise last night.” his Mum asked. “What about it?” I replied “Well, what do you think it was?” I knew she was fishing for information, because she knew that I saw spirits. One day when we were alone in her bedroom, I told her that I saw her Dad standing behind her. She was a little afraid, but also curious.

I never discussed it much with my husband as he just thought it was a little weird. What had I gotten myself into! I should have known it would be difficult for me to have a relationship with someone who did not believe in what I do. It’s very hard to keep it a secret when there is constant communication between yourself and the spirit world.

I’m not sure,” I said softly under my breath. I jumped up from my chair at the kitchen table. “I’ve got to go next door and get the dinner on, are you coming?” I said to my husband. I took off out of their kitchen as fast as my legs would take me, with my irate husband hot on my heels. “What’s going on?” he asked “What are you talking about?” “I was avoiding his question” “You’re acting really weird Rosemary, all Mum did was ask you a question.” “I didn’t feel like answering it” I said.

I left the room and headed upstairs to my meditation room. That was the end of that conversation. For the rest of the day my husband watched television, every time I tried to have a conversation with him his answers were angry and abrupt. Every now and again, I would look over at him and he would be staring at me with a strange look in his eyes and an angry in his face. I remember thinking, “What! Have I done to bring this on?”

The rest of the evening’s conversation was very strained between us, so I decided to go back to my meditation room and meditate again. I sent up my prayers as usual, and asked spirit for guidance.

My Dad had come to me in spirit two nights in a row now. The first night he just spoke in my ear, then the second night he came knocking, as if at the front door and had said on both occasions “Healer, heal thyself, it is time to move on.”

I remember, lying on my meditation bed and saying, “Dad if you are out there, hear my prayer. I need help, I’m really unhappy in this marriage. What should I do?” I lay there quietly listening and heard nothing, but I did have a sense of peace around me, I had really shut my psychic gifts away for the last few years. In this marriage I felt like I was dying inside, and to make matters worse I felt as if spirit had deserted me.

I knew they were frustrated with me, as every time they came around I would refuse to acknowledge them. This was only because my very controlling husband did not like me talking to them. I came out of my meditation very disappointed that I did not hear anyone speaking to me, but I did have a sense that something big was about to happen.

I got up and decided to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep. As I came out of my meditation room my husband was sitting on the stairs, he used to have a habit of doing this every time I would go in there.

He said, “What were you doing in there,” I said “I was meditating.” He looked at me with this dark look on his face and said, “I don’t like it when you meditate.” “You have got to be kidding, do you know how ridiculous that sounds,” He got huffy with me and stormed off to bed. Much later, I reluctantly joined him in bed. I had trouble sleeping at first but eventually I drifted off.

Around the same time as the night before, the knocking started again only this time it was not in the distance, it was right above our heads on the headboard ra ta, ta, ta, tat. We both sat bolt upright, my heart was pounding so fast I thought it was going to come out of my chest. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears as my heartbeat got faster and faster.

“Holy, Christ! What was that?” he shrieked

I knew what it was, but I knew it was something he was not going to want to know about or even believe for that matter. In two seconds flat I decided he needed to be told “I think it was my Dad.” As if to confirm what I had just said, the ra, ta, ta, ta, tat came again. His face went chalk white. His mouth fell wide open, he screamed at the top of his lungs, jumped out of bed, and ran out of our bedroom down the stairs shrieking and shouting like someone who was being attacked, or someone let loose from an insane asylum, “I’m getting the hell out of here!” Then he was shouting “Mum, Dad, Mum, Dad…

In seconds he was out the front door in his underwear, running bare foot through our snow covered yard! I saw him desperately struggle to turn the knob on h i s M um ’s door. Grabb ing my housecoat and slippers I ran after him.

When I got to his Mum’s house the light had just come on. He slammed the front door in my face and locked me out. I knocked on the door. There was no answer. “God what are they thinking in there? They must think he’s nuts, I’m nuts … ”

I could hear my husband’s hysterical voice saying, “Don’t let her in don’t let her in. ” His Dad asked, “Why not?” “She’s scaring me, she’s scaring me,” is all I could hear.

I stood there on the doorstep, numb from the words I was hearing and from the cold wind that was cutting through my house coat. I felt tears well up in my eyes and thought to myself, “Here we go again.”

I knocked lightly on the door and held my breath and waited for the door to open. The little side window next to the door opened instead. I heard his Dad say, “ Let the lass in.” “ No, No.” I heard my husband say.

My mother -in -law said, “I’ll talk to her. You two go upstairs. Get some sleep.”

She stuck he r head out of the window and said, “Rosemary, he’s awfully upset. Why don’t you go back inside and we will all talk in the morning. ” I asked her to let me explain, but she wouldn’t even allow me to tell her what had happened. She just said, “Goodnight. See you in the morning,” and then shut the window, leaving me standing in the dark on the frozen porch.

My emotions welled up inside once more, I started to cry. Soft warm salty tears were flowing down my face. By the time I walked back to my house I had huge gulping sobs coming out of me. I was feeling sorry for myself, for my ex, for all that was happening to me.

I was cursing my Dad at the same time. I knew there was no going back now. It was time to move on. I went upstairs to my meditation room and climbed into the bed. The room was cold and dark, and very bleak. I felt as if my life was over. Laying there for what seemed like hours I slowly started to feel the blood flow warmly through my veins and with the warmth from the blankets my body temperature started to return to normal.

My heart rate slowed down, and I stopped crying. That was when I started to put all of the pieces together. I realized I had given up my dream of being a healer just to please my husband because he did not know how to deal with my gifts.

I called out in my room to my Dad and thanked him for all he had shown me. All of a sudden my room was full of brilliant white light, my Dad was standing there, smiling at me, he said I have someone here who wishes to talk to you, next thing I knew my guide Joshua was standing next to my Dad. He was towering over Dad as he is only about 5 ft 7, where as Joshua was at least 6ft 5.

Joshua was grinning from ear to he said “We are very proud of you, you have made the right decision, know that we support you in this I have returned to be of assistance to you, call me when you wish to talk again, then in the blink of an eye he was gone.” Dad just stood there smiling at me with this huge silly grin on his face, “He’s a hell of a big guy”, he said.

“I know,” I said smiling at him. “You are going to be alright Rosemary”. “Yes I know Dad.” “Well I have got to go now sweetheart, but be sure I will always watch your back”. “Thank you Dad”, I said with a huge lump the size of a golf ball in my throat, and tears in my eyes, I could see tears in my Dads eyes too. “I love you Dad.” “I love you too Rosemary, see you later”, he said. Then just like Joshua, he too was gone.

The next morning I woke to the sound of my mother -in -law shouting out the back window. She was calling to her younger son to come back in the house. He shout ed back at her, “I’ll be all right ma. I’ve got to do this.”

I looked out the window. There was my youngest brother -in -law in the middle of my front law n, on his knees praying to God to help me. He was a born again Christian and recently baptized. “Praise the Lord, H alleluia h,” he said.

I could not believe my eyes, as he repeated it again, this time at the top of his lungs. Our nosey neighbors on the other side of our building were looking out of their windows I’m sure they thought we were all crazy.

It was quite a sight to behold this six foot man in my garden on his knees bowing down while raising his hands above his head and then bowing down again. Thankfully my father -in -law came out, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him back inside.

I knew my Dad had been telling me to get out of the marriage, but I chose to ignore him, until I could ignore him no longer. After the fiasco last night and the entertainment on the lawn the next morning, I decided I needed to listen to my Dad’s advice now that Joshua was back! Joshua had not been very happy with me when I married my husband, I am sure he knew the relationship would prevent me from growing spiritually.

My father in law was a very kind, gentle giant who looked like John Wayne. I was like a daughter to him, as they had no girl’s, he always told me he was very fond of me. He came in that morning and agreed to help me move.

I packed all of my things that day and went to a small bed-sit until I could find an apartment in Glasgow. I had a feeling of being on a sabbatical. The peace that came over me was incredible Once again I spent a lot of time in meditation and prayer. That is when Joshua decided to come through me again.

It was the first night in my new bed-sit. During my meditation, I felt myself floating out of my body. I t was a very peaceful feeling and at one point I felt like I was hanging upside down which really felt strange. I then straightened upright and as I did a door opened and I slowly drifted through it into the brightly lit room again.

It seems that I always go to this room when the spirits from the other side need to communicate with me.

I saw an old man come drifting towards me, almost as if he were floating. He was in a long white robe and looked like a bald Tibetan monk. He motioned for me to sit down in front of him. In the light there was a clearing space that looked like a circle.

There was mist surrounding the rest of the room, a mist that looked like clouds, except the one area, where the old man beckoned for me to sit with him, I sat down on the floor, and crossed my legs underneath me the same way he did.

He looked straight at me and started to speak to me telepathically, I realized it was not English he was speaking, but another language, it was something that was familiar to me, one I had heard before.

He smiled in acknowledgement of my thoughts, and then said yes you know this language, it is the language of tongues, the “Universal Language ”. It seemed strange that I understood all he said. Then I thought, “Why would I not? After all, I am one of God’s children. ”

The priest said the same thing my Dad had said the week before, “Healer, heal thyself.” We then communicated about current world events and things that were going to happen in the future. He reminded me that I had work to d o, “Go back to America he said, your destiny there,”

I thought, this destiny word seems to come up a lot in my life. “It is a path you have chosen child” he said, “ You made some changes in your path that were not suitable for your way of living, you must walk the path of a healer, in order to do this, “You! must choose wisely all who are to be a part of your life. I must go now, remember my words.”

The following night I went through the same experience of floating out of my body, I looked at myself lying on the bed, I remember my body did not look nice to me. I then looked at my spirit body and I was glowing all over, with a white light, it felt wonderful.

I knew I was heading for another wonderful experience. I looked on with anticipation as I saw the doorway to the other world drift open slowly and my room started to fill up with bright white light. There was a different man on the other side, a man in darker robes, and tied back jet-black hair, like a Samurai warrior. Once again, the guide motioned for me to come closer.

I stepped inside the circle of clouds that were drifting all around us. The warrior motioned for me to sit down and proceeded to sit opposite me, just as the Tibetan monk had done. He also spoke to me telepathically and in the same language that the priest did. His message was loud and clear, “Healer, heal thyself, “Now, go heal yourself. ”

I then remember being back in my bed-sit after our conversation, floating above my body. It felt like I was attached to myself by something that felt like a cord but I could not see it. I just knew it was there.

I felt very peaceful, and at one with everything and I noticed the room had a healing green haze to it. After I settled back in my physical body I prayed to spirit to heal me of my pain, and to use me as is vessel to help others.

I then saw a pure white light come into my room. It seemed to be all around me. I felt this pure white light go through my body, a euphoric feeling came over me. I felt an intense ball of energy over my womb area.

It was a feeling very similar to how I felt when I had experienced one of my near death experiences, like an overwhelming love you could never have or feel here on earth, a feeling of being at one with everything in the universe, and a feeling of coming home.

I felt all the emotional and physical pain leave my spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional bodies. I then heard numerous voices in unison say, “Remember who you are and why you are here.” I felt my Grandfather and Dad and other family members around me, and started to remember other times in my life, when I was younger, when I had been to the light and back again. I knew a door had opened for me once again that night, I was determined to keep that doorway open for the rest of my life.

I had blocked many past memories out. It was now time to remember all that had happened before and all that was to be. That night, after my miraculous experience with the light, I decided to dedicate my life to my healing work.

As the sun came up the next morning, I knew something dramatic had changed within me. My next step was to move to an apartment in Glasgow find a job, save move towards my goal of moving to the United States, which I was able to do exactly one year later.

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Miracles from the Light

Thirteenth Child Know your Destiny

Chapter 4

Since I was five, I felt like I never fitted in anywhere. It was as if I was from someplace else. I did not like the home I lived in, or the family I was living with. I finally asked my Mum and Dad if they had adopted me. I was assured that they hadn’t. I even looked for my birth certificate to prove to myself that I was not adopted. Even though it showed that I wasn’t, I still was not convinced, I wanted more proof.

I thought it very suspicious because my parents were married thirteen years before I was born and they did not have any children except me. One day after I got angry with my Mum, I told her that I wanted to go live with my real mother! Stunned by my hurtful words she said, “Sit down, Rosemary.” she proceeded to tell me how much she and dad had wanted a baby, they had tried for years to have a child, but to no avail. I realized as my mother described many of the details that she was telling the truth. How could I have even doubted her?

Prior to having me my mother had a miscarriage each year of her marriage, twelve in total. On the thirteenth year, the thirteenth child was born, on June 30th 1962, that child being me. My mother spent almost six months in the hospital before I was born, trying to keep me inside her womb. It was a very difficult time for her. She had already been through so much, that the doctors did not feel she would go full term with me, so they insisted on complete bed rest for her.

Most people see the number thirteen as unlucky. Myself, I see it as a symbol of good luck, and I certainly needed it over the years, with the three near death experiences and nine close calls that I have had. My last close call was coming off the back of a motorcycle at forty miles and hour. Like a cat, my nine lives were well and truly used up. Joshua, my guide, told me not to push my luck any more!

My mother told me that the morning I was born, the doctor who delivered me, knew my mothers history of miscarriages, was smiling from ear to ear as he said, “Madge, you have a beautiful baby girl. She is lucky number thirteen, and she could not wait to come into this world. She is a gift from God, and it is a blessing this child is here now.”

My Mum said the doctor was looking at me very strangely, as if he were studying me and seeing something she could not see. His eyes welled up with tears as he handed me to my mother and said, “She is a miracle baby.”

I was always sick as a child. I had one thing after the other wrong with me. Some people say children use sickness to keep their parents together. In my case, I know this to be true in some instances. I also believe kids can get sick by taking on the physical, spiritual, mental, and emotional pain of others, especially their parents.

When my Mum and Dad would argue with each other, which, was more often than not, I could guarantee I would be off school for the next two days. I would be physically exhausted, so much so that I could not get out of bed to go to school. I would have flu-like symptoms, develop a sore throat, and pain in my body in the most unusual places.

I was even deaf for two years, and had problems with my hearing most of my life until my early thirties. (This, I will explain in another chapter). This all had a serious effect on my education that really put me behind in class.

I had unusual “Gifts,” which showed up in my earlier years of childhood. I used to think that the feeling of not fitting in and feeling as if I am not from here was because I was an only child. Or because I had curly hair and all my friends had straight hair, maybe it was because my parents drank to excess. “I thought,” but my gifts became more pronounced after my first near death experience.

We never had any money for luxuries, in fact, if I got a new jacket or a pair of new shoes, I considered my self very lucky. Most of the time the other kids would tease me, they would call me names, which really hurt. This would cause me to withdraw into my own little world.

In my world it was peaceful, loving and calm, I would have spirit children play with me, in my bedroom, I would think of them and they would appear in this great brilliant white light.

I realized much later in life that I was teased because I did not know how to shut my mouth. I was not afraid to speak my mind, and would also say things to other kids about their family members that had passed over. These family members would come to me in the light, they would be all around me and my bedroom.

It would fill up with people from all walks of life, to me this was normal, but not to everyone else. They would tell me to pass messages to their grandkids, or other family members. As you probably guessed this did not go over well in those days.

Something that I have realized over the last 15 years or so, was that this feeling of not fitting in does not only pertain to me, I was not the only one out there who felt alone. There are many others just like me. This was another realization that came to me much later in life.

Usually these people, who are just like me have the same gifts within themselves, but don’t even know they exist. They may spend a lifetime searching for someone, or trying to be a part of something, or just feeling lost or confused.

If they really knew that all it takes is belief in your self, a lot of faith and trust in Spirit, letting go of fear on a regular basis, and doing some daily work with their guides, they would be much happier with themselves and would not be afraid to be alone

I could not find happiness by being with others. I had to be happy within myself first. I would open up the doorway to the Light, I would visualize it and it would appear. Once I discovered how to create that peace within myself, I realized anything was possible, this I will describe in detail in other chapters in the book.

 

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