After a few days.
.I asked her if she recognized this man?
Struggling to recall...
(A different response for Santana.)
The most important thing you can do
on this planet .- elevate, transform and illuminate your own consciousness.
~ Carlos Santana
Dear Stranger card,
made by, woman in
My Story Book - Twinkles toes and sunshine; miracles just in time
to brighten things up.
In the hospital parking garage
on my way to the ICU, prayerfully mindful...concerned about our friend, I spot this card. It was a rainy day so carefully weighing my options of which way to go...over the walking bridge or another way...Hmm. I look over and
a few feet away see a car with a sticker on it that read, "Be here now".
To say the least, it was a mysteriously,
profound moment of confirmation.
The tears of relief and confirmation...simply flowed.
You would believe what happened next.
A few days visiting,
we are looking at
a magazine with a photo of Santana'...
I ask, do you know who this is? She says, in a whisper with excited eyes and a smile,
"Oh, I love Santa"
(It was great.)
Ironically, I actually found this piece of paper, folded up while walking over the bridge to the hospital. Ni kidding, really. Stuck it in my raincoat pocket. A few days later, my last day there in the lobby on my way out
of the hospital, I sat down to take catch a breath after saying good bye to my cherished friend and her father.
Wondering if we would ever see each other again.
And again, it was pouring rain outside. Thus, waiting for
it to slow down. A woman walks up to me, and asks if
I speak Spanish. I say, "no however, may I help you with something?" She explained her daughter
was in the ICU. And that she needed a miracle..
We sat and talked for about a half hour.
We, prayed, hugged, and said good-bye.
Then, walking back over the bridge to
to my car, hands in my pocket, and
realize the note was clearly for her.
Yes, we exchanged phone numbers.
Therefore, shortly after I text the note to her.
Website Tour Guide
- My Story Book - Table & Foreword
- Blue diamond's graceful call
- Enough is enough, meet Lady Cleopatra
- Wake-Up call me If you're able;eyes talk
- Twinkle Toes and Sunshine;miracles just in time (current page)
- Lights of love (With two sub-pages,
- In loving memory of
- Beloved family and - Cherished musicians
- Shiny, dusty diamonds
Review, seven title pages with sub-pages.
At the very top.
Note, waves of musician’s credits
here, there and everywhere.
Okay, as promised,
tighten flippers, we are going
for a deep dive into an amazing
true story to be shared in it's entire context, all in divine times and places.
Hint, hint, Keeping peace transpired
a major miracle, right
before everyone's eyes.
On the eleventh day...
We started playing music for our friend in ICU, who suffered from
a severe brain injury, internally bleeding for two days. We researched,
and believed music, dance, and mediation would trigger
her memories, to come back to us, and it did.
From Gregorian chants to classic rock and roll.
Clearly, the gifts of love joined.High vibrations through prayers
from around the world were literally going toward our friend.
It was evident to all of us in the hospital that we all simply nudged
and loved her out of this struggle to come back to us.
We all imagined her whole, healthy, and happy. We, were able to visit, along with family and the hospital staff, were firsthand witnesses, amazed by her recovery.
The doctors and nurses called her a real miracle.
Our friend is now living a miraculous life, which is her story to share all in divine time.
(Although, she doesn't remember anything from her time in ICU. Wow.)
We are all thankful for sacred-vibes, prayers, eggplant parmesan, Ukrainian-Italian style. Family photos, cards, even spa day. Healing thoughts and prayers
from around the world. Chakra energy, which I understand as, Reiki practice
Meditations played via-cell phone, plants, song, dance, Einstein and Carlos Santana.
The entire staff of doctors and nurses were amazing. And amazed.
In North Carolina I connected with our other best friend who just happened
to be a registered nurse, married to a neurologist. What are those odds.
It is difficult to explain all of this here, however, We-BFF had not seen each other all together in 18 years. This was a profound experience to say the least.
By the way, our friend doesn't remember being in the ICU, and vaguely in the
hospital at all. She told a family member of a dream that saw her four grandparents
while unconscious. They told her "she needed to go back,
that it was not her time to transition."
(Understand a month prior to this time, We talked about goals and desires, and she let me know, in no uncertain terms that She " had plenty of life to live. And, desired to live a full and happy life. "Thus, as anyone who has ever met her would know for sure, her friends joined forces and supported
her choice to stay here and on her terms of healthy.
(Additional stories to be shared when the time is just right.)