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My Mama Wants Me To Hear Her.

My Mama Wants Me To Hear Her. Click picture for full article
I did a psychic reading yesterday for a lady and she sent me a picture of herself. After we finished the reading I looked at her picture once again and suddenly I realized she looked like my mother at the age of 67, which happened to be this lady’s age. I am always looking for spiritual signs from my parents as they are the only family I had. Never have I done a reading for someone that looks like my mother.

Later in the day my physical therapist, Carmen, was in my room about to start my therapy when suddenly there was a loud crashing sound, as those something was being thrown, and we both were startled. Neither one of us had touched anything. There was a picture of my mother on the mantle and it had fallen. Not downward, but like it was thrown because of the distance where it landed. There was no mistaking that my mother was trying to get through to me at that moment. When my mother was alive and I was going through a difficult health crisis she was always there and I knew she had something to say.

As Carmen worked on my body I was silent and asked my mother what she wanted to say. “I’ve always known you were sick and I’m here to help you. I will be with you always and will help you transition into spirit.” This made me feel not so alone and that help is right here with me.

This is only the second time since my mother passed, 27 years ago, that I have heard her talking. People always want to talk with their deceased loved one, but in spirit they speak to you when they feel it is the right time. Spirits do not speak on command. Obviously my mother feels compelled to reach out to me. There is no question that she is one of my spirit guides.

I’m looking forward to more messages and signs from her as I know that something major is transpiring to bring her to me at this time. Spirit is full of mystery and does have its own way and timing.

Okay Mama I’m waiting for the next message! Your daughter, Billie

Telephone Call from Mama from the Spirit World

By Cherokee Billie.

My mother died suddenly October 19, 1987, at the age of 67 from a heart attack. Earlier that year she had told me about health problems she had experienced, and I told her that I believed she had suffered a heart attack and needed to see a medical doctor. “No,” she said, “They’ll just pick on my weight and I just don’t want to stop eating because it’s the only thing that makes me happy.” I knew that my mother was a very unhappy person, and I couldn’t argue with what she had stated. She had expressed for several years that she really wanted to die because she was so unhappy. She suffered from extreme physical pain all over her body, which at the time no doctor knew what it was, but I know that it was Fibromyalgia, which is a torturous condition to live with.

She had been talking to her best friend Veronica on the telephone when Veronica heard her make a loud gasp, and my mother said, “I’ve got to go.” She immediately hung up the phone. This was at about 12:30 PM. My father was at work and had tried telephoning my mother, and often she would not answer the phone as she rested a great deal. A voice pushed him to go home and check on her. My father was quite ill at 69 years of age suffering from Parkinson’s disease, and it was very hard for him to do simple things. He got into his truck and slowly drove to their house. When he got home my mother was lying on the sofa, and he knew she had passed away. They only had a rotary telephone, and it took him forever to dial O for the operator because of the shaking of his hands due to the Parkinson’s and the stress of the situation. The operator connected my father to 911, and an ambulance was dispatched.

I do not know how my father managed to dial my number, but he did; when I picked up the phone all he said was, “I think your mama is dead.” “I am on my way,” I told him then hung up the phone. It took forever, or so it seemed, to get through Los Angeles traffic and reach my parents’ home. When I arrived at their house, the ambulance had already taken my mother off to the hospital. I went into the house, and the telephone was ringing so I answered it. “What happened to you?” asked Veronica. She thought I was my mother because we sounded a great deal alike. I told her that I thought my mother was dead and that we were headed to the hospital. I hung up the phone, and we proceeded to the hospital. My mother was pronounced dead in the hospital shortly after we arrived. It was an enormous shock for my father. I just made sure that he would be taken care of.

The next morning at 6:00 AM my mother’s friend Veronica was sitting at her kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee when her telephone rang. This was the normal time that my mother and her would talk every day right after my father left for work.

She answered it and my mother said, “I just wanted to call and tell you I was sorry I had to go so quickly yesterday. It was just my time. I wanted you to know that I am okay and the happiest I have been in years. I can eat anything I want and don’t have to worry about gaining weight. Well, I have to go, but I wanted you to know that I am fine. We will meet again, but I have to go now. Bye.”

Veronica stared at the phone listening to the dial tone. She could not believe what she had just heard. She felt that nobody would believe what she had just experienced. We gathered at my parents’ house later that day and Veronica told me what had happened. I believed it immediately because that sounded exactly like what my mother would say. Many people thought Veronica was crazy, but they just didn’t understand communication from the spirit world and the love my mother had for her friend Veronica.

All these years later I find the message my mother left extremely comforting and look forward to reuniting with her in the spirit world.


I thought this was so funny I just had to share it with you.

Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making
Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time
to tell her mother what she wanted. ‘Mom, I want a bike for my
Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten
into trouble at school and at home.. Carol’s mother asked her if she
thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of
course, thought she did.
Carol’s mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect
on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell
him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up
the steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.

Dear God:
I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike
for my birthday. I want a red one. Your friend, Carol

Carol knew this wasn’t true. She had not been a very good girl
this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.

Dear God:

This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this
year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday..

Thank you, Carol

Carol knew this wasn’t true either. She tore up the letter and
started again.

Dear God:
I know I haven’t been a good girl this year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you, Carol

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to
get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and
told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol’s mother thought her
plan had worked because Carol looked very sad.

‘Just be home in time for dinner,’ her mother said. Carol walked
down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to
see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary,
slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street,
into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and
wrote her letter to God.




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