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Gift or Curse?Jussta Few of My Divine Signs - 1990!
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When I died on the operating table in 1962, I made a promise to the White Light to do 'anything' for additional life. The White Light gifted me with many incredible talents. Among them - amazing recuperative powers, psychic and healing abilities, and one of the most bizarre - the ability to 'see' into people's bodies. Another incredible ability - the ability to 'see' when certain people will die. But are these 'gifts' a curse, or a blessing? Here are jussta few examples!
My dear friend, Chuck Domanico's wife, Enid, was in the hospital. He was lost without her. He telephoned me at least once, if not, several times a day. What was he to do? How could he go on living without her? Both Chuck and Enid knew of my incredible gifts of psychic visions and the ability to 'see' into people's bodies. Chuck was seeking assurance that Enid would survive. I confirmed that she would, even though the doctor's were preparing him for her inability to survive.
Enid did return home. I gave them a couple of weeks together. It was May when Spirit urged me to rush into Los Angeles to their home. I took one look at Chuck, and I knew why it was so important for me to be here.
I took Enid aside and told her, "Enid, Chuck has cancer throughout his body. I doubt if he will live 6 months! You must get him to a doctor. He needs to know so he can have closure and say his goodbyes. Honey, the doctor's did not think you were going to make it. Chuck realized he cannot live without you and has decided that he will go (die) first."
I could actually 'see' the cancer all through his body. It was in his lungs, his liver, and many places. It appeared to me as angry reddish-black blobs in many places.
Enid did get him to a doctor within the next week or ten days on some pretense - as many men, Chuck hated going to the doctor.
It wasn't very long before the tests came back. Chuck not only had lung cancer. He had four different types of cancer that had metastasized throughout his body. Enid and Chuck called me several times a day. They faxed me the reports for me to interpret them. I did not feel it was time to tell Chuck my vision - I did not want to influence him psychically to make up his mind to die.
I did research on the internet for them and emailed or faxed them tons of information, along with options for treatment. The doctors were insisting that Chuck have Chemotherapy. Chuck asked me several times. I knew it would do no good - but I did not tell him that. So, instead, I faxed him research on the side effects of Chemo, different places for treatment across the country. Then he asked me flat out. I told him, "if I were you. I would not have Chemo. I think you ought to focus on 'quality of life' and enjoy yourself as much as possible.
I visited several times. Enid and Chuck very seldom allowed anyone, even their children, to spend the night at their home. Each time, they insisted that I stay overnight. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and drive the two or more hours back home. Exhausted and angry that Enid had found some quack doctor (who had lost his license for this very same thing) that was giving Chuck bizarre electrical treatments. He also had Chuck taking up to 140 pills or tablets a day! Chuck was throwing up blood - unable to eat. I was outraged. I tried to reason with Enid, "is this some kind of punishment for past wrongs to you?" I demanded to know. She would just shrug her shoulders and give me this really cold, blank look.
I drove up and brought Chuck a huge binder, a book I had created for him, about him, on the World Wide Web. It included the album covers or movie posters of many of the albums or sound tracks he had played on as a professional musician. He was like a little child, my precious, Chuck! He actually cried out loud, huge tears running down his now gaunt and greenish-hued face. He never realized what he had accomplished all these years until he saw my book all about him created from what I found on the worldwide web.
Chuck rarely went out except to go to the doctor or for more medical tests. His musician friends called and many came to visit - even if for only a few minutes. Chuck always proudly showed them that book I made for him. I knew I had to get it done and done fast.
I went to visit in July. It was time for Chuck to make a decision. I sat next to him, our shoulders touching. I whispered to him, "Are you ready to leave your body now?" Chuck was so stunned - he could not speak. "Honey, I love you. But how long do you think you have?" He did not answer, his eyes pleaded with me to go on. "Time to decide, Chuck. You can have 3 more months for closure if you want and need it. Otherwise, it's the next couple of days. Do you? Do you need more time?"
Finally, he gasped for breath several times. I could see peace come over his entire body. His beautiful brown eyes glistened with knowing and acknowledging I was speaking truth to him - which no one else had been doing for a long, long time.
I really saw a difference in him. I saw a resolve that he would have closure. He would say all the things he needed to say. He had time now to say his goodbyes. He hugged me in one of his great big bear hugs for a long time. We rocked back and forth. Both of us smiling over the other one's shoulders.
I whispered to him, "It will be all right. You know...the Light will come for you. It is so very beautiful. No more pain. No more strife or struggle, just that beautiful peace and joy and love that none of us can even come close to on this earth."
He kissed my neck, his tears running down my neck and down my chest where my breasts used to be. I felt his tears run into my heart. These were not tears of remorse, but tears of relief.
I was moving within the next couple of weeks. I kissed Chuck and Enid goodbye. We spoke on the telephone many times a day. I called again and we spoke for hours.
There were wonderful months of closure for sweet Chuck, my dear teddy-bear friend. He somehow found the strength to go to one of the studios and was given a salute with bows by a huge string section which is a great honor.
Friends and fellow musicians came to the house to visit or called.
I called Chuck, I stopped in the middle of doing something totally different. Chuck always wanted to say, "I love you, Jussta...you take care of my lady!"
I was in the middle of something, distracting myself from my intense body pain. Suddenly, I stopped. I called and Chuck immediately got on the telephone. "Jussta, you never change honey! You are an awesome woman, never, ever change! I love you! Thank you! Thank you!" He was racing his words, "I worry how I will talk to my lady!"
"Oh, Chucky, don't you worry. You talk to me and I will relay the messages if she cannot hear you. Okay? Remember, I can hear you! I love you!"
"I love you...I love you!"
Enid came on...it sounded as though Chuck totally ran out of the last bit of energy. Now, he could go in peace. He knew I would hear him if he needed to speak to Enid after his passing.
"Are you ready, Enid?" All she could do was sob into the phone. "You know I am sending love and courage, honey. You will get through this! He's going where there is no pain. He'll watch over you. If you can't hear him, he will talk to me and you will know he is truly in heaven!"
There were jumbled, mixed-up, "I love you" words spoken over one another as we both cried and I hung up the telephone.
I knew that would be the last time I would speak to Chuck on this earth. I had no doubt he would speak to me from the beyond as many others have.
I received an email that Chuck had passed.
I telephoned Enid and we discussed the date for his Memorial Service. Months before, I had helped her make arrangements for his cremation at Forest Hills Mortuary, thank God.
Enid could not set the date for the Memorial Service. She was trying to accommodate so many people who wanted to attend - but you can't please everyone, you have to please yourself - as the song lyrics say. I was urging her to hold the service on November 1 - All Saint's Day. Somehow, she chose a date in October. I kept asking if she needed my help. Did she want me to come? Chuck had made me promise to take care of her.
She was so distraught, she could not think. I sensed big trouble. I rushed to their home.
The Memorial service was beautiful. Many of Chuck's closest friends worked on the program. I was shocked when I saw the printed program which showed Chuck with a cigarette in his mouth, playing the bass. It was the mock-up. I asked her why. "Because that's what killed him!" She sounded so angry and vengeful. They were both chain smokers - she even more than Chuck with lit cigarettes in every room of the house. Burn holes on the beautiful wood floors, the carpets, her clothing.
Over the years that I knew them, many, many of their cats and dogs died of cancer. Their tiny lungs caught in all that second-hand smoke. Enid would never acknowledge that it was their smoking that killed their beloved pets.
I wanted to speak at the Memorial Service. I was the last friend or family to speak to Chuck besides Enid before he died. She would have none of it.
Again, I was stunned when the Minister closed the Memorial Service without inviting others to speak about their love for Chuck and say their goodbye. Enid said later, "Oh, I forgot."
You will love the contacts Chuck made to me and how amazing and unmistakable they were - and still are! Click on this link to read one of them: Chuck Sends A Message
I truly feel that Chuck is watching over my shoulder as I write this. I hadn't planned on writing this today...it jussta came through me.
Love, Light and Blessings, Jussta
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