Prisms

Prisms have always fascinated me sense I was a child. I remember a very much older woman who came to stay in the empty apartment in the 'Bonavesta' apartment building when I was about 5 years old. She never spoke to anyone except me, inviting me in for cookies and chat. She stayed only there a few weeks before disappearing with all her things, giving me a rhinestone necklace to remember her by.

All her belongings were packed into cardboard boxes around her as we
would set facing each other in her flat. She wanted me to pick a princess name so the name was Princess Patrica Marie when we had our tea with raisin scones, dressing in our best the chat. The woman told me many stories
about her family, stopping occasionally to pick through her boxes to
show me varies items she had collected over her life. One was a
crystal lamp with cut crystal 'tear drops' which hang off it. When
placed in the sun lit window, showed beautiful prisms of colors on
the rooms walls. She told me these were healing lamps and the colors
made people feel better, just by looking at them.

Now, many years later, I still love prisms. I keep  them in the window of my
meditation room, basking in the healing colors. 

 

School Days

And then I went to school. Things wasn't that good for me those first years. I could read simple sentences, knew my alphabet, do simple equations and spell my name when I entered primary, which would of been excellent except I wrote with my left hand. Some thing frowned up-on. I was told to write with my right hand. The teacher was a real pinched face person who didn't understand why I knew then the bell would ring, the principle would knock on the door or some-one, a man, was stealing my coat from the cloak room, which did happen. I was sitting one afternoon and seen a man looking in the class-room door window at me. After he stole my coat, I didn't see him again till I was accessed in grade 1.

My grade one teacher wanted me removed from school, I was so strange. I told her about her mother being sick before she knew, that the school was on fire one day hours before the alarm went off. and that my Grand Mother was coming to talk to her about slapping me and taking my small diamond ring my Father had given me.
It was decided I was to be accessed by the school board. After my testing they wanted to put me in grade three...two grades ahead! It was decided I was an "extra-sensory student". My family wouldn't hear of it. The kids were too much bigger and it was a rough neighborhood. The teacher was let go and I finished that year with the other grade one teacher.
The day the man came to see me again, I wouldn't talk to him at first. He wanted to ask me some questions. I asked him where my coat was. He looked scared. "Do you remember me, then." I told him I did and he left.
I still know this man today and he lives in my home town. I meet him walking down the street often. He was a investigator for the government for years doing X-files and paranormal incidents.

Hospital Stay

When I was 4 years old, I was taken to the hospital to have me "tonsils removed". I remember having a x-ray, blood tests and being sedated for surgery. The nurses told me to smell the perfume in a bottle they had. I started screaming it wasn\t perfume as I went out. When I woke up, I was in a room by myself in a crib with a net over it so I couldn't get out. The nurses came in often to check me and my blood pressure. I wasn't allowed to get out of the crib and had to use a pottie for bathroom duties. I was very annoyed with them. After two days of that ,with doctors coming and going, I reported to the nurse I wanted to go home. "Why, don't you like it here?" GOD NO! I told her there was going to be a big accident out-side my window and a car was going to be crashed. She brought in a doctor who asked me and wrote it down. Next day my Grand Mother arrived to bring me home as two people were killed outside my now smashed window then their car left the main road and hit a tree next to my room.

A Seen Visitor

Even as a small child, my Great Grand-Mother, Adele, spent many hours learning me prayers and the rosary, usually said in french. She took me to church to say the rosary in the afternoon’s before I started going to school and after I went when school wasn’t in. 

One day, she and the Priest were talking up front, when he motioned her to look at me from across the church. I was lighting a candle while talking to a vision of a man who was standing with me. I was called over to the priest who asked me who the man was.  I told him the man had asked me my name, then wanted to know my name, and that he said I had the same name as he.He told me he was Jesus. “What did he mean, Beverly?” I wouldn’t answer him. I started to cry. I was afraid that he would be angry with me as it happened with other witnesses by now, my Great Grand Mother told the priest.  The priest was sad. He said I didn’t have to tell anyone what was said to me, ever! A big moment for a young child. From that day, I never told anything, for years…unless someone asked.

A Special Precession

Blessing(define)- "To be blessed" means 'to be favored by God'. Blessings therefore are directly associated with God and come from God. Thus to express a blessing is like bestowing a wish on someone that they will experience the favor of God. 

All the woman were excited as my Grand Mother brought me into the church. We were there to practice walking up the aisle  for a special blessing from a special ' guest'. My cousin, Billy, 4 years old like me, was there to accompany up the aisle carrying the chalice behind me. We walked carefully up twice and it was decided everything was good for the mass that evening.

 That night we arrived to a filled church. I was dressed in a borrowed white dress with a crown of flowers in my curly hair. My cousin Billy was there, ready to do his part. We sat down back with the woman while our family went to their own seating. Billy couldn't sit still. He looked around, got in and out of his chair and make noises, bored. One of the woman took him up to his Mother in the family seating and he was taken screaming from the church.

The time came I was to walk up to the special guest for my blessing. The woman in charge gave me the Chalice. It was heavy. She said to hold it up straight. I walked slowly, looking at the Chalice so it wouldn't jump from my hands. When I reached the his Holiness, he took the Chalice, passing it to a priest standing with his. He said many words in Latin, passing his hand over me in the sign of the cross. He then smiled and asked if he could pick me up. I said yes. He lifted me to his shoulder and asked for applause from the congregation. A cheer rose up and we were taken to the centre for tea and cake. Yummmmy.

Blessed

By the time I was about 6 years old, people besides family began to notice things when I was in their presence. My Grand Mother often sent me to spend time with the Little Sisters of the Assumption who lived in a convent house just a street over from us. The Nuns would bring me into the kitchen for special home-made treat and tea.

 Once I was invited to Christmas Vespers with them. They had their altar set up with candles and the Christ-child manger in front. Some of the Sister’s performing the ceremony stood up at the altar and I was allowed to carry the tiny statue of baby Jesus up with a Sister to walk beside me as all the nuns sang in French. It was beautiful and I still remember the light that cast an illuminate shadow over us all in a lovely peaceful glow. As I laid the baby Jesus in the straw, its little eyes seemed to open and it smiled at me. 

The Sister’s that were standing at the manger beside me screamed in glee and all started talking in French excitedly. The little statue glistened for a moment as the Sister’s rushed up to look, then laid in the straw, just as it appeared before. They were so excited they forgot what we were doing and took me home to my almost as excited Grand Mother. No-one could explain what had happened except our Savior had shown favor to her Grand-Daughter.

 Another time a Sister was visiting us for tea. We were sitting in our living room when she gasped and told my Grand Mother’s to look at me. I was sitting quietly in a wooden chair with my small cup of tea with a brilliant rainbow light essence surrounding my whole body. The Sister said I had a halo... Now today I would call this my aura.

Sensitive to Fire

Even as a infant, Beverly was aware of things going on around her. One night, at 3 months old, she woke screaming from her sleep. There was no consoling her. The two Grand Mother's took her into the kitchen to warm a bottle. Adele was holding the baby when she noticed Beverly was trying to look toward the porch door. She watched the door for a moment, then realized there was smoke coming from under it! A fire was blazing in the back pert of the house! the whole apartment building was woken up and the fireman called. This happen again when she was 8 months old. She woke in the night and told of a fire burning again in the house. Many times during her young life fire played a role in her predictions and many lives were saved.