I was born on my mother's birthday, Feb. 9, 1966. She died two years later, on May 3, 1968, giving birth to my brother. Until the following happened, I had not spoken to my brother in about a year because of a family rift.

On May 3, 2006 I had a doctor's appointment. My car was in need of new brakes which my husband was going to install after I got back from running errands that day. When I stopped at the post office before my doctor's appointment, the line was out the door, so it took me twenty minutes. I got to my doctor's office, but they were backed up. So I sat in the waiting room reading my book, Discovering Your Past Lives. That took another two-and-a-half hours.

I then went to the pharmacy where the woman advised me that it would take two hours to get my prescriptions filled. Since I had laundry to do and my husband was waiting to fix the brakes on my car, I decided not to wait. But instead of simply giving my prescriptions back to me, the woman said, "I will put a rush on them and have them ready in forty-five minutes." When she assured me again that it would only be forty-five minutes, I agreed. But I waited two hours and fifteen minutes for them!

I finally got home to sort out my laundry and then left for the laundromat when I remembered that I had forgotten my book. So I went back inside to get it. My husband dropped me off at the laundromat since we only live two blocks away, and said he would pick me up when he was finished with the brakes. Usually I take the car to the laundry, put the clothes in to wash and go back home for a while since we live so close. Then I go back and put them in the dryer. But today I had to stay.

While I was putting my clothes in the washers, a woman approached me whom I had never met before. She commented on the pink camouflage clam diggers I was wearing and asked where I had gotten them. Later, after I put my clothes in the dryer, I went outside to smoke and read my book. While I was sitting there, the same woman came out, walked past me and went into the store next to the laundry. Then she came back out and sat on the bench next to me.

She said that she had noticed my book and asked my opinion on the subjects of reincarnation, past life regression and such. She then informed me that she was a psychic medium and that someone had been pestering her to speak to me, but that she did not want me to think that she was crazy. However, once she saw what I was reading, she decided to approach me. She told me that she had the feeling that it was a birthday or an anniversary that day. (It was the anniversary of my mother's death as well as my brother's birthday.) She asked me if the name "Forester" meant anything. I said no. She then said, "Oh, I get it, she's saying 'Forced Her.' Does that mean anything?" I told her yes! My mother was given a drug to induce (force) her into labor. They gave her too much of the drug which caused her to hemorrhage and die.

She then told me that this must be my mother and that there were a couple things that she was telling her that did not make any sense but that they might mean something to me. The first thing was Jiminy Cricket. (This is a story my mother would read to me when I was a little girl and one of the few memories that I still have of her.) Then she said "marshmallow fluff" (which was a nightly ritual - my mother would make me warm milk with nutmeg and cinnamon and a marshmallow fluff sandwich before bed.) I had not told this woman what May 3rd was. She told me that my mother was saying Happy Birthday to a child - did I know whose birthday it was? I told her that it was my brother's birthday.

I believe that I was held up all day to meet this woman so that she could relay this message to me. I also believe that I was reminded to bring my book with me so that she would feel free to speak to me. If I had had my car, I would have left and not been there to speak to the woman. I went home that day and called my brother to relay the message of Happy Birthday from our mother!

Dawn G., N.Y.
missdiva1966@yahoo.com

Posted May 31st, 2007