I was laying on my bed when the water came pouring out of holes in the walls. I was cold, and it made a terrible mess. We had to throw out almost everything we owned. The furniture, carpeting, and bedding were all ruined.

There was no central heating. It was the middle of winter, and the bedrooms were freezing. A neighbor gave us a small heater for my room. My room was cold, damp, and smelled of mildew. It was so cold I used to get in bed beside my parents in the middle of night. I would often wake up with my nose cold, so I started to sleep with my head under the covers and I would sleep in my pajamas, a sweater, and bed socks.

A few weeks later, I came down with a bad cough. Whilst at school one day, I had sharp shooting pains in my back. I was coughing so hard I felt as if I was going to cough up a lung. I told the teacher I was not feeling well, and I was in a lot of pain. She could see that I had a fever, so she sent me home with Ralph as an escort to help me.

I got home and told my Mum I was not feeling too good. She sent me out to the ice cream van when it came and told me to get 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 was doubled over, struggling to breath, and felt like my heart was inside a vice. Ralph's older brother James asked me if I was okay. I told James that I wasn't feeling too good. I looked at him panicky as I could feel everything spinning around me. I reached out grasping at the darkness, then I slid down the side of the ice cream van. James grabbed me, picked me up, and carried me to the house.

James shouted to my Mum, "Rosemary's sick. Get the doctor.”

My 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. I felt as if I was drifting in and out of slumber.  When I slept, I slept for what felt like hours, had only been about twenty minutes. I kept asking for my dad. “He'll be home soon, Rosemary.” I watched the clock that was on my mum's bedside table.

Time was moving very slowly for me, and the pain was getting worse. I was struggling to breathe and was constantly trying to sit up and stay awake. My mum would gently push me back down again into her soft pillows. I felt that if I closed my eyes for any length of time. I might not wake up again. When they called the doctor, it was around 5:30 P.M. He arrived at 7:30. My dad got home from work about fifteen minutes before the doctor arrived.

I remember this, as I was watching the clock the whole time. My Mum gave me the Askit to ease the excruciating pain I was feeling in my back. By the time the doctor got to our house, I was delirious. I was having conversations with other people in the room, so I was informed at much later date by my mother.

I really believe that I was talking to the spirits all around me. I kept going in and out of my body, trying to get away from the pain. One minute I would be standing in a mist talking to family members who had passed. The next minute I was back in my body feeling pain and gasping for breath.

When the Doctor arrived he examined me then left the room to go speak with my Mum and Dad. At this point I had left my body completely. As I left, I looked back at myself. I saw this waif of a child with curly hair and her face all matted with hair and sweat.  I did not realize that it was a shadow of myself I was looking at. I remember thinking god how ugly and sad the little girl looked.

I turned away from looking at myself. There before me was an older man who I had not seen in the crowd of people earlier. The others were just faces coming at me in the mist. The mist had now cleared and I was standing in this blinding bright light, and he was standing before me, holding his hand out to me. “Come. Let me show you,” he said.

“Show me what?”  “You'll see.” He smiled at me.

I was floating down this big hallway, blissfully happy to be there. I had a feeling of being somewhere that I knew very well. The man proceeded to show me my past lives, which also seemed to be before me in the mist.

I saw myself in scenes of what I looked like in other lives. I saw myself as an old woman, as a man, a child, a young woman, and a young boy. There were so many I could not remember them all.

I saw myself in the middle of a battlefield, bleeding out from a wound that felt like it had been a saber or knife wound. I saw myself struggling to breathe to get above water as I was drowning going down with a ship. These flashes were coming at me so fast that I could not even begin to tell you how many past lives I had and what I passed over with each time. I saw at least fifty or more.

There was just 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 to places I had never been before, traveling to what looked like exotic places I had never seen or been to before. I was working on people who were sick. I was speaking before audiences of thousands of people, but I was not sure about what I was speaking. People around me were smiling, laughing, and crying. I remember thinking, Is that me and I heard? Yes. I thought I looked pretty. I was pleased about this as 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 were hugging me all at once. The feeling of love was overwhelming and overflowed from my heart. I asked this older gentleman not to send me back. I did not want to go back in that body down there. It hurt, and I was not happy with my life at that time. 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…”  “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.”  

“Oh well… I guess you'd better send me back then.” I sighed. He led me by the hand, back down the long hallway I had just come along.

“Yes, Rosemary, you have not yet finished what you have come here 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 me and other Spirits.” He continued, “Goodbye, Rosemary. I will be here anytime you need me. Just call out for me.”

I felt very sad that he was going to leave me here, on this planet. “Ok” I said, “bye” with a wave and a smile he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The older Gentleman turned out to be the spirit of my grandfather, Daniel McArthur, whom I recognized from a photo my mother showed me later on in my life.

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, I was sliding back down the tunnel of light at great speed.

I had the feeling that I had done this before. The next thing I knew, I was in my parents' hallway. The doctor was talking to my Mum and Dad as I was floating above them, listening to everything they were saying. The doctor was telling my folks that it was touch and go for me. I was seriously ill, and I would be lucky to last the night out as I had silent pneumonia.

I saw my body lying on the bed with a white light all around it. I thought I looked awfully weak and scrawny. I remember thinking to myself that I did not like the look of the body that was below me, as I was getting ready to enter back into. I had resigned myself to my fate and was feeling a little upset about this.

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.

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 love." He wiped a tear away.  "No, Dad, I am really going to be Ok. My angels told me so. Get me to the hospital.” I pleaded.

I woke up two hours later I watched the clock that was slowly ticking away. Finally, the paramedics arrived and placed me in an ambulance, on a stretcher. I could tell by the face of the driver and his partner that they did not think I was going to make it. I was so weak looking and deathly pale.

When I got to the hospital, I was to the emergency room, then later transferred to the critical ward. They put me on oxygen to help my breathing, and started pumping me with antibiotics every two hours. I remember hating it because they put the needles into my thighs, and it was very painful. This continued for days.

My Mum and Dad stayed by my side all night long. My angel came to see me a few more times that night. He said, that by morning, I would be over the worst of it and it would not hurt as much.

He was right.  The next day I started to recover. I was still very weak and spent about eight weeks in hospital, in a wheel chair. I hated not being able to run around, and being unable to reach things, or get to the bathroom on my own.

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, just talking with the other children who were all younger than I. I would draw pictures and make little toys for them. I also continued my schooling whilst in hospital.

One day a new little girl came in. Her 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, I got up out of bed and rolled over into my wheelchair to check on her. I reached between the cot bars to calm and soothe her, talking softly to her while I stroked her little head.

I told her my name was Rosemary and talked to her about my dog Shep. I said anything and everything that popped into my head to reassure her. I was using my voice to calm her.  I started singing to her. 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.   I asked them (spirit) to take me and give her back her eyesight. I closed my eyes, put 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 sound asleep.

The nurse came by and saw me sitting with the child. 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 in bed now. It's really late, and you should be sleeping.”

I went back to bed thinking the whole time, "That poor little thing, she's so young 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 a child. 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. I got up and pulled the curtains around my bed, lay down on my bed and cried with happiness, all the while thanking God for answering my prayer.

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's why I'm crying.” Smiling up at her, I told her, "I prayed to god to help her.” She looked at me strangely at first, then smiled and said, "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 eventually found out from the nurses, that her name was 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 sweeties. 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. After Eloise, my faith was restored to me

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