Vol. 33 No. 36 - I AM the Witness - September 16, 1990
I AM the Witness
A True Happening
By a Grateful Mother
Part I
The Pain of a Mother’s Heart
When my son Bradley was 14, he chose to live with his father and stepmother. (I would not allow rock music in our home, neither did I drink or smoke. I seemed to have a limited capacity to understand and deal with the needs of my son at that time.) I could only pray that his choice was for his highest good.
When he was l6 years old, the neighbor boy told me that Bradley was smoking marijuana and probably taking other drugs as well. I couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it, but when it finally penetrated that this was probably the case, I was shaken beyond words.
I went to the altar in my home and cried to God to help me to help him. How could I help him when I became paralyzed at the sound of the word “drugs”? How could I help him when in the first 14 years of his life, I had not shown him a better way? Oh God, take dominion here. I cried my heart out. I called to God to forgive me for having allowed this to happen.
After baring my soul to God, I was finally able to pray and decree. I prayed to Mother Mary to take care of him–to protect him, direct his path so that he would see a better vision to follow, to give him a sense of self-respect and responsibility. I asked Mother Mary to give me the ability to see her Immaculate Concept for his life and to hold it in spite of all outer appearances.
I began to sing songs to Mother Mary, and I began to feel her Presence very close to me; and the sobbing, tears, and aching heart were beginning to be still within me.
Part II
The Appearance of Mother Mary
At a certain point, while I was singing I realized that the whole living room was singing–there was more sound than I could make by myself. I heard harmony, and the music seemed transcendent. I felt tingling all through me and felt a strong presence of comfort and blessing.
Mother Mary stood before me holding a child and I heard her say, “I AM HIS MOTHER.” She remained before me as we communicated just like I would to any person face-to-face. She received my broken heart–took it from me. She impressed upon me very specific things that I would need to do and remember.
She gave me a vision of what it is like to be a Mother of all God’s sons and daughters. She impressed upon me what the Immaculate Concept means–that it is the image and likeness of God in which she holds every one of his sons and daughters through her Immaculate Heart. She gave me hope. She raised me into a state of ecstasy and a full knowledge of the victory of my son and told me to affirm my full acceptance of his victory that very day.
Over three hours had passed as I had poured out my broken heart and moved through an eternity in prayer and communion.
She stood only a foot away from me, and I felt totally wrapped in her Presence. It seemed like she was before me for at least five minutes, and then as she disappeared she said again, “I AM HIS MOTHER.” I will never forget the sound of her voice speaking those words to me. Just as she departed I heard a tiny click near where my altar candle was burning.
I continued in meditation by singing songs of gratitude and victory, of praise and adoration to God.
When I went to blow out the candle at the conclusion of my meditation I saw a tiny piece of wax that had fallen from the candle. It was shaped in the same form as Mother Mary had appeared to me–a mother with a child in her arms. Her gift to me–that I would always remember her promise to me and my commitment to her.
Part III
Communion with My Son
Many times over a period of five years I took out the wax impression to become closer to the reality of Mother Mary’s promise to me and of my commitment to her. Because word from Bradley always broke my heart–he was living in such an unreal world, and was very troubled.
During this five years he fought life and death. He hadn’t been able to keep a job, was getting into motorcycle accidents, was nearly stabbed in a bar fight, had little respect for his parents or family, wore long hair and dirty clothes with no awareness of being sloppy or deprived, lost his balance and physical fitness, and on and on. There was no doubt he was in trouble.
I could only strengthen my faith and trust that he would be protected until the day when he would find it within himself to turn around. I could only strengthen my faith and trust that Mother Mary would go to him, counsel him, help him identify the potential of God within him, and inspire him to fulfill his divine plan.
Our opportunity came in January of 1977.
Bradley came to visit me while I was living in Pasadena. He met me outside the Church after a Sunday service and went through the receiving line with me, and there met Mother. Mother said warmly to him, “I’m so grateful to meet you, Bradley.” And he was touched.
We went backpacking and camping in the San Gabriel Mountains. We had a great time enjoying each other and sharing the outdoors, the beauty and peace of the waterfalls, exhilaration of the mountains and the winter’s cold.
We ended our first long day of hiking, set up camp, and were retired into our two-man tent by 9 p.m. I was full of joy as I went to God in prayer that night. I knew this was a cosmic opportunity of my life. I prayed to Mother Mary to overshadow us, and then I proceeded to pray and commune with every Ascended Master, elemental and Cosmic Being I had ever heard of.
I asked for a dispensation to be given to Bradley. I asked for forgiveness of all wrong and injustice that I had ever caused him in any embodiment. I asked for a dispensation where he could be given a new birth, free of any impositions that I might have placed upon him. I asked that if he was caught in a trap of drugs, that it be broken, and if I could take upon myself any burden from him that would free him, then let me take the burden, whatever it would be. I offered my body as the womb wherein a new birth could occur.
My communion continued in ecstasy because of the total awareness of heaven on earth, because of the closeness of Mother Mary, the elementals and angels. Soon I realized that I was experiencing a sharp physical pain in my right side. The pain moved to my heart and then to my left arm. Soon, I was paralyzed with pain–barely able to breathe.
I felt I was dying. I knew the extreme agony of this pain, yet I was consumed in the Presence of God all around me. I felt energy moving through my body. I saw the cells dissolve and be consumed in light. I saw Bradley enveloped, as in a white oval shaped egg, and I saw angels minister to both of us.
Many treasured visions and communications were given to me during this night. Since it seemed apparent that I was going to die, and if this were really my last hours, I had a lot of thanking God to do. The night was spent in prayers of gratitude, then prayers of intercession for every single person I could remember, and for every cause that I knew was noble and pure and God’s will; prayers for new life for every son and daughter of God.
Paralyzed, and in extreme agony with physical pain, I was relieved when Bradley spoke to me at about 6 o’clock in the morning. “Are you awake, Mom?”
I said, “I’m awake. In fact I haven’t been to sleep.” Immediately after I told him the pain I was experiencing, he comforted me and said he would be right back. He was going for help.
Within about two hours I heard a helicopter circling overhead and then realized it was landing very close to where I was. Bradley came running into the tent. “Are you okay, Mother?” “Yes.” He fell facedown beside me and said, “Praise God!”
He had actually run nine miles to find help at a Ranger Station. He returned with a rescue helicopter and seven men.
The emergency hospital tests could find no physical reason for the pain, and doctors prescribed rest for a few days.
I believe that I was allowed to experience as much pain as I could handle for the transmutation of a certain amount of karma. And I am ever grateful for the opportunity.
Part IV
The Miracle
In May of 1977, I received a phone call from Bradley saying that he had committed himself to the hospital for alcohol and drug treatment.
The next part of this story is written by Bradley.
I really couldn’t put this on paper until Bradley had reached a point of maturity where I could share it personally with him. And that time has come.
Bradley put himself through school, received a master’s degree in psychology, is studying for his doctorate and now serves in a city as the Executive Director of the Council on Alcoholism and Drug Abuse, is married and has a precious one-year-old son, doesn’t smoke or drink, listens to well-chosen classical music and is careful to get proper nutrition and exercise, and is living a productive life.
Continuing chapters are being written–all in deep gratitude for Mother Mary’s Immaculate Concept and miracle of love.
I tell every mother whose heart is breaking from a child’s involvement with drugs and alcohol that there is hope–and to seek it in the heart of Mother Mary, the heart of our Beloved Mother, and within their own heart.
Thank you, Mother Mary. Thank you, Beloved Mother. Thank you, Father. Thank you, Bradley.
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