It was my junior year of high school. It was the middle of the night when she woke me. One of my best friends mother had cancer. It was pitch black in the room. Yet, I felt her and saw a faint outline of a female.
There was only a mental communication and to say I was afraid is an understatement. I did not turn on the light and yet I knew who it was. It was my friend Rochell's mother and she had just passed away!
I kept the blanket over my head but she did not go away. She insisted mentally that I pay attention as she gave me a message for my friend. Rochelle no longer believed in God. She thought if God existed he would intervene and not allow all of the atrocities that occur in the world. The message was quite a request. I had tried to explain to my friend countless times, that God had nothing to do with evil that went on in the world.
I guess her mom and her guides knew I would carry out the task at hand.
I called Rochelle, first thing in the morning with great trepidation. I have always had a tremendous sense of responsibility when I made an agreement (promise) to someone. My integrity was greatly intact. When my sweet friend answered, I quietly told her what had occurred and that I was sorry for her moms passing and the suffering she had witnessed. She immediately said in so many words, that I was making this up and I knew her mother was dying and it was just a lucky guess that she had just passed. I expected this response, so I quietly continued with the message. Her mother wanted me to continue to convince Rochelle that there was a God and that she would have a good life. She (her mom) was indeed alright and felt wonderful! There were a few other personal things that guaranteed the message did indeed come from mom. I guess it was the personal messages that shut up my skeptical friend. It took her a day or two and then she responded back to me in a positive way. My work was done, or so I thought! The universe had other plans for me.
