Happy Mother's Day

Messages From My Mom 2011

As of late, I've had some interesting adventures with my mother Florence who was psychic, an artist and a mystery. She died of cancer on March 29, 1980, at age 69, and had been living in Baltimore for decades.

Two days before she died, my High School friend Anita, formerly from Brooklyn then living in Long Island, came to visit her mother in Brighton Beach, not far from where I lived (Manhattan Beach). As Anita and her Mom walked down the streets of Brighton Beach Avenue, an old woman, Anita did not know, came up to her and asked "Do you know Elinor Crystal?" Surprised Anita said she Yes. "Give her this message," the woman said before walking away. "Tell her that her mother is dying in Coney Island Hospital and needs to see her." Puzzled, Anita called me and relayed the message though it made no sense to either of us. (We never found out who the woman was, perhaps Z).

To make a long story short ... Z confirmed ... so the next day I went to the hospital and there was Mom. She had return to Brooklyn, knowing she was dying with cancer that she had hidden from the family, that she knew would take her life quickly. The bottom line of that meeting with me was to confirm who I was, why I was here, why she took me to Nevada in April 1954 where I was taken on the UFO, and that the final journey here would one day come to pass. She told me she would die that evening and would return (more like manifest) at the end of my time here. She died that night just as she predicted, almost to the minute, and is buried with her family in Baltimore.

Shortly after, I filled for divorce, and events began to unfold as Mom and Z predicted. Mom never returned until ...

Friday evening April 8, 2011

As Pat and I relaxed on the sofa in my living room, we smelled the usual floral fragrance that signals Spirit. As I looked over at Pat, she morphed into my mother. Pat not only described my mother in detail, her life and more, but about the events of the UFO experience in 1954. Apparently Mom was told by Z to bring me there - she was not in a state of suspended animation when it happened - she simply waited below. I have no time reference for how long I was taken, but as we know, time is malleable, an illusion and subjective.

As Pat and I sat there, the tips of my index and middle fingers suddenly turned black, which left us puzzled. Pat was quickly shown that Mom was an artist whose favorite medium was a large white sketch pad and black charcoals (that brought back memories) and she was making a point that it was her should we doubt this experience. No way!

Mom reminded me that she guided the turning points of my journey - birth to a woman who had many miscarriages and was told she could not have a baby, the 1954 Incident, the Coney Island hospital adventure, and now the conclusion that is about to unfold out of the blue.

Mom said one really cool thing as we concluded. I asked if I would ever be taken on the ship again and she replied .... "No. You are the ship."

I know that consciousness ships have always been part of the equation as they monitor the program until the end.

The following week Pat and I had dinner at my house again, this time with George. As we shared our adventure, George saw my mother writing and writing and knew she channel Z who sent us to Nevada. Lots more was given by Mom that night, confirming all sorts of things

Thanks Mom! Have a great Mother's Day! I'm off to see the kids now. Come join us.




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