When I met Mother Mary, the most amazing thing was that at the time, I neither had a Catholic background nor was I a practicing Christian (though I did believe in Jesus).
And the occasion wasn't what most Christians would expect either: She appeared to me during a Tarot reading I was giving to a client, of all things.
The client was a sweet, middle-aged woman named Rosemary, the epitome of childlike innocence. The session was really more therapy hour than Tarot reading, which means she did most of the talking, but that was okay; I was used to it.
She told me the story of her miserable childhood, how she’d been emotionally and physically abused by her schizophrenic mother and had grown up functionally illiterate, which she still was.
One day, Rosemary had a vision ("It was like a dream, only that I was awake”) of a glowing book floating in mid-air in front of her, and she saw that it had her name on it.
The voice of God told her that she was supposed to write a book of poems about peace and love and war. She nearly despaired over this task, which was completely overwhelming for her, but she did it anyway. She painstakingly looked words up in a dictionary and put them together over many months.
She said she cried the entire time because it was so hard for her… but finally, she self-published her booklet of poems (this was during the first Gulf War).
She got a chance to read the poems to audiences. Once word got around in her hometown, local churches and libraries started inviting her to do in-person readings. At one church, she had a captive audience of over 500 on Christmas Eve 1990.
“There were so many people starting to cry when I read that poem,” Rosemary said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I felt so bad that I made them cry. That’s just not right.”
Her naiveté stunned me. “But you weren’t making them cry in a bad way,” I said. “They were crying because your poems touched their hearts. That’s a good thing.”
She looked at me quizzingly, as if she wasn’t sure whether I was being serious. She said people suggested she should sell the book, but "it didn’t feel right to me to take money for it." So whenever someone insisted on giving her money, she donated it to the local animal shelter.
She began to mail the booklet all across the world, receiving thank-you notes from the Vatican, former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, the United Nations, former British Prime Minister John Major, and Congressman Jesse Jackson.
She even had one of her poems translated into Croatian so she could send it to a man at a Balkan refugee camp whose name she had picked out of a newspaper article.
She never heard from him, but three years later, she received a letter from a girl in Croatia. The girl’s grandfather had died, stated the letter, and when his family went through his belongings, they found Rosemary’s poem that he had kept neatly folded in his wallet, the paper yellowed and creased from frequent handling.
“My grandfather used to read that poem to us kids in the refugee camp over and over,” wrote the girl. “I just want you to know that he genuinely loved you. He said you were his best friend in the world.”
What a touching story! I asked Rosemary if she had one of the poems with her, and she agreed to read it to me.
The words were simple and childlike, the rhymes didn’t always work perfectly—but there was something so magical about them that I had to hold back tears.
During our session, Rosemary did her share of crying too, pacing back and forth as she talked. Even though her schizophrenic mother had treated her with great cruelty, Rosemary wept for her poor soul, “who must have been so confused and desperate to do things like that.” She wept for the abandoned and abused animals in the world… and she wept for all of mankind.
And then it happened. Suddenly, the figure of this petite, middle-aged woman changed before my eyes, and she started glowing from within. (I mean that literally.) I could only see a vague feminine outline through the golden glow. It looked like a woman in a hooded cape, much like the depictions of Mother Mary.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was in the presence of the Divine. It wasn't so much her appearance than her otherworldly aura of boundless compassion and kindness. It was so intense that I felt wrapped in love like a baby being swaddled in a warm blanket.
The vision lasted just a few minutes, if that, but I was left completely stunned. Rosemary, on the other hand, had no idea what had happened, so she was rather confused and taken aback when I refused to take her money.
"Give it to the animal shelter," I told her. When I told my fellow psychic readers the story, I said, “Would you charge God for a reading?”
I’m sure Rosemary wouldn’t object, probably even be thrilled, if I shared one of her poems here. Here it is:
JUST LIKE YOU
Daddy, why ya gotta gun?
Are you gonna shoot someone?
Does the enemy have an army too?
Do they have guns, just like you?
Are you gonna shoot those men,
Who are just like you?
Daddy, do they have little boys too?
And, and do they live in a house?
And have a wife just like you?
Daddy, will she cry if he dies,
Like Mommy would for you
And what about his little boy,
What’s he gonna do?
Oh Lord, how can I answer
All this, to my son
When I’ve always taught him
To be kind to everyone
Just Like You.
I’ve had a lot of personal encounters with the good, the bad, and the ugly. What I’m telling you here comes from first-hand experience as well as anecdotal evidence from others.
You may wonder how this "Dark Side" stuff fits into the Law of Attraction topic, but the fact is, we all are dealing with supernatural forces... and some of them are extremely dangerous.
The greatest trick the devil has pulled is to convince us he doesn't exist. Demonic forces benefit from the fact that people, even Christians, have stopped believing in them and consider them to be superstitious nonsense or a metaphor for "the psychological evil that resides in every human being."
Both are incorrect. Worse, they mean you're entering a battlefield not just without any armor or weapons, but also without the faintest idea that you are in a battle. And unwitting "believers" are what the Dark Side eats for breakfast.
According to a 2017 study by the Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate (CARA), "eight out of ten US Catholics don't believe that Satan actually exists."
Over the years, I had some quite unpleasant encounters. The Dark Side's forces are very intelligent. They will hit on your weaknesses, pander to your receptiveness for flattery, and try to worm their way into your mind.
Here’s the good news: They can’t force you to join them. In other words, they cannot take your soul by force. You have to hand it to them—which many people unfortunately do. The Dark Side has only three ways to rope you in:
I’ve had some very close calls in my life, and I thank the Lord and my guardian angel that they’ve been protecting me from the Dark Side’s manipulations.
So, let’s look at all three of the categories.
1.Scaring the living crap out of you and thus weakening you.
I experienced direct attacks in two hauntings that were about seven years apart.
The first one started via me stupidly making a Ouija board-type device and trying to “communicate with the dead.”
This was followed by a month-long haunting that left me half-crazed and sleep deprived. It ended with the entity manifesting in the form of a dark cloud in my apartment and attacking my solar plexus.
In another experience, a coworker who appeared to be extremely friendly and helpful kept warning me of a woman who was a competitor of sorts. He kept insisting that she was an evil witch and wanted to do me harm. She did look kind of witchy and was the jealous type and not very nice, so I believed him.
After telling me about her evil plans for weeks, my coworker offered “to do something about her” on my behalf. Thank God I refused because later, I realized that he, not she, was actually the witch. If I had agreed, out of fear, to let him harm this woman, the Dark Side would have won.
This same guy once dropped his mask while I was hanging out with him. It was as if he was overtaken by another entity—there was literally another face superimposed on his own—and he said in a different voice: “And there’s a commitment to be made… it’s only a small commitment, but once you make it, you can have anything you want.”
This, by the way, is the Dark Side’s line: You can have anything you want. If you ever hear anyone say this to you, in whatever context, turn and run the other way as fast as you can.
If you fall for it, you may have taken the first step on a downward spiral from which there’s no coming back.
Which brings me to item #2…
2. Tempting you with things you really, really want.
When I lived in Sedona, my greatest wish was to be able to stay in the US forever.
The very day a rather nasty immigration lawyer told me that my chances were practically nil to make that happen, I met a guy at the local brewery.
He was a really weird type, much older than me, with two different-colored eyes, but back then, I met weird people all the time, so what was new?
He said he felt we knew each other from a past life, that he’d been waiting for me his entire life, and that he’d be willing to marry me. He even gifted me money to have my car repaired.
Even though he creeped me out, out of sheer desperation I agreed to at least get to know each other better and “see where it would lead.”
It’s a long story, but in a nutshell, I ended up spending some time with him, which culminated in a day trip to Flagstaff with him to meet some of his friends. At that point, I was already determined to blow him off because he annoyed the hell out of me.
On that trip, though, it got much worse. It turned out that…
a) he was completely insane
b) he had a loaded gun in the car
c) he was trying to magically bind me to him via some bewitched amulet
d) his friends, at whose house we met for a BBQ, were Satanists.
I felt sick to my stomach, like I was literally in danger of losing my soul. I prayed and prayed and prayed for God and his angels to save me… and they did. They actually talked to me on that occasion, telling me what to do to get out of this situation alive and in one piece.
It wasn’t all in my head, either: I later heard from a friend that this guy had physically and emotionally abused and psychologically broken at least one other woman, to the point that she ended up in a near-catatonic state and had to be admitted to a mental hospital.
After this experience, realizing what could have happened, I vowed to only get married for love, not for convenience. Less than a year later, I met my (now ex-) husband and we were married for 15 years, most of the time quite happily.
3. Taking advantage of you being a moron.
In Sedona, I knew tons of “spiritual seekers” and “light workers” who tried their hands at channeling, raising their vibration, communicating with their spirit guides, etc…. but never even considered to protect themselves or question where their "celestial contacts" were coming from.
They were so gullible that when they made contact with a spirit claiming it was the Enlightened Master of the Eternal Lodge of Holy Canolies, they’d just take its word for it and happily offer to be a channel (i.e., letting the entity use their body, which I don’t recommend for anyone to ever, ever do).
Even famous channeled entities like Seth or Ramtha were not as benevolent as they seemed. Consider that they occupied the bodies of their channels for their entire lives after first contact. So was the symbiotic relationship really about improving the world, or was it a convenient way for these entities to enjoy fun times in a physical body?
Reportedly, Seth liked to drink red wine and smoke the occasional cigar… a warning sign that points to a hungry ghost, i.e., an entity who craves the physical pleasures that its disembodied nature normally denies it.
And Ramtha… I once attended a live session with J.Z. Knight, and when she started channeling him, the atmosphere became so thick and dark and toxic that I had to leave the room.
I can’t even begin to tell you how stupid it is to willingly hand over the use of your body to some spirit you know nothing about. Even if it tells you it’s your beloved granny, these creatures lie—all the time. Trust nothing you hear from them.
As a cautionary tale on channeling, I recommend the book The Siren Call of Hungry Ghosts by Joe Fisher. The author, by the way, died very young. Until the end, he was convinced that the channeled entities were hunting him down and trying to kill him. He ended up “accidentally” falling off a cliff. Oops. (Warning: This book is not for the tender-hearted.)
Once you’re aware how evil tries to infiltrate your life, you can arm yourself psychologically, emotionally, and spiritually, and avoid falling into the Dark Side’s traps.
I wish you all the best in staying on the “right-handed path.” Remember, the path to Heaven is the thorny one strewn with rocks. The path to Hell is the one that's broad and pretty and looks like all rainbows and unicorns. Watch, learn, and discern.