My Latest God Moment

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My Latest God Moment

By the time Lorrin was 4 months, she had been vaccine injured for 10 weeks; her tiny body was having uncontrolled seizures lasting 5 minutes or longer. We had just started her on her second anti-seizure medication with zero hope in sight. I had no idea just how many drugs I would shovel into my daughter’s body during her 15 years of life. Another thing happened at this time that I was unable to truly comprehend, which was that Lorrin had just visited someone in her dreams. It was a perfect stranger actually, someone we had met by chance. I had purchased something at the local store and was returning it the next day when the clerk told me that Lorrin had come to her in her dream the night before. I immediately asked, “What did she say about me?” The woman replied, “We weren’t talking about you, we were just chatting.”

How could I ever know what was to take place over the next 15 years? Lorrin continued to have seizures pretty much every day, often all day long. We tried medication after medication to stop the seizures, even putting her into a coma twice when she was three. She spent most of her life on six anti-seizure medications at a time, continuing to have uncontrolled seizures. Lorrin never made any of her childhood gains that all parents boast about. She never walked or talked; she was fed through a feeding tube, at the age of 5 Lorrin had a tracheostomy placed to help her breath. By the age of 7 she had numerous surgeries; a rod put into her spine, both hips replaced, a Vegal implant to help those pesky seizures, her tonsils out. She required constant care throughout her lifetime. We spent 171 days in Cedar’s Sinai ICU in 1998, where she almost died countless times. My life as I knew was over; her future was bleak, to say the least.

It was clear that Lorrin’s body was a train wreck, but her soul was powerful. She continued to draw people into her life by a blink of her baby blues. She had an amazing ability to wrap stranger’s hearts around her tiny fingers. She continued in her ability to communicate via dream state. Lorrin was full of love and people were either drawn to her or afraid of her. In 6th grade, Lorrin had a nurse named Debbie, who went to school with her every day. One day she came home after working with Lorrin for six months and told me, “You know, Lorrin answers questions before I ask them.” My reply was, “If I had told you that Lorrin could tap into your thoughts, you would have thought I was crazy and never believed me, but when you see it for yourself you just know.” Lorrin died December 22, 2009, that night she visited her best friend Sarah in her dreams three separate times. When I went to see Sarah the next day to tell her of Lorrin’s crossing, she told me that Lorrin had already told her. We talked often about those dreams and how it seemed that Lorrin was trying her best to console her as she transitioned out of her body. The funny thing is that amongst all of Lorrin’s disabilities she made people feel safe. Lorrin was totally comfortable with who she was, and as I have already said, she was full of love, which is really powerful.

Many magical moments happened during her 15 short years. I was forever reminded of her love of God; she was never afraid even as she took her last breath. I would often argue with Lorrin telling her that she was an angel, and I was just a regular mom! Parenting a special needs girl with special abilities is not exactly in any parenting magazine that I had read. My need for confirmation was and still is a big part of what fuels my soul. One of the many things that I learned over the years was that Lorrin was always communicating, I just needed to listen differently.

While packing for my trip to Los Angeles in May, I did something I never do and grabbed a Rosary that has been sitting on top her alter in my room since her death. It lay draped on a pair of her favorite Ed Hardy shoes that she used to wear. Lorrin was always in a wheelchair, and her shoes were fashionable and remained in pristine condition. During my trip to LA, a few magical things happened that were unexpected. One of those things was that I was going to participate in a Q & A panel for Vaxxed in Lorrin’s hometown. The second was to meet Sheila Lewis Ealey in person for the first time. I woke up that morning feeling very excited and really wanted to bring Sheila something special. I pondered about what I could give to her on our first time meeting, and it was then I heard this voice in my head, “Mom give her the Rosary.” Then Lorrin and I started having this conversation in my head as we often do, I said, “No, that is mine, and it makes me think of you.” She said, “Mom, give it to her, and your hearts will forever be connected.” I was really struggling with this idea of letting go of such a sentimental item, even though I knew it was just an item. I tried to argue with Lorrin telling her that Sheila was Southern Baptist and not Catholic, but Lorrin stood firm on her instructions to me.

Begrudgingly, I dropped the Rosary into my purse and thought of every reason to keep it there. As breakfast finished, I told Sheila, “I have something that Lorrin wanted me to give you and, please don’t take offense I know you are not Catholic, and I handed her the Rosary.” Sheila had a bewildered look on her face; her eyes started to tear up, and she said, “No one knows this about me, I pray the Rosary every day.” We both were a bit teared up and hugged each other totally blown away. I felt so happy that I listened to my sweet angel and what a beautiful reminder that Lorrin is everywhere doing her magic and making sure that parents know that the children are listening.

Now, this story is not so much about me, Sheila or Lorrin, it is a story about a God moment. Those beautiful times in life when we are reminded that there is something much bigger than we could ever imagine going on. Our children are communicating, and our souls are all connected. I am so glad that I listened on that day as I was packing. At that time, I had no idea that I would get this wonderful opportunity to meet Sheila in person. I heard a voice tell me to bring the Rosary and I did. I am also pleased that I was able to release something that I held very dear to me. It has connected Sheila and I and what a wonderful reminder that God is always with us.

I was not raised in a church. I found my spiritual belief from Lorrin, my greatest teacher. I learned not to question the magic, but to expect it. I believe in love and that each soul is important. I believe that we are all connected and when we unite in love that is when we are doing God’s work.

You may think this is all crazy, but hold on, because the story is not quite over. After I had returned home, each morning I looked at my alter seeing an empty spot where the Rosary had been. I knew in my heart giving Sheila the Rosary was meant to be, but selfishly I still missed it. About a week later I was in my kitchen, and I saw a tiny black velvet bag on my counter. I asked my husband what it was as I grabbed it and a purple Rosary slipped out of the bag into my hands. My heart sank as I looked at him. He had no idea where it came from. I knew in that moment that I was being gifted a lesson of letting go and reminded the power of prayer, love and God and the magic of how mountains are moved when we believe. Because I am human, I still needed to call all my neighbors to see if they had put this on my counter. I really can’t put into words how this experience has re-opened my heart to the power of prayer. I am sharing it with you in hopes that it makes you revisit your spiritual beliefs knowing that our children are powerful little beings no matter their abilities they are communicating, and it is our jobs as parents to love and listen.

I found this online – How To Pray The Rosary – The purpose of the Rosary is to help keep in memory certain principal events or mysteries in the history of our salvation, and to thank and praise God for them. There are twenty mysteries reflected upon in the Rosary, and these are divided into the five joyful mysteries, the five Luminous Mysteries, the five Sorrowful Mysteries, and the five Glorious Mysteries.

Is My Child Smart Or Healthy?

I recently spent some quality time with my friend Jane and her 2 ½ year old son.  He impressed me with his ability to memorize, comprehend, and articulate. I would certainly consider him to be above average. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, everywhere we went she received comments similar to, “Wow!  He is really smart.”  Jane and I talk often about health, wellness and vaccines.  She frankly asked, “I wonder if he is really smart or just healthy?”

This adorable young lad, who I will refer to as Jake, has never had a vaccination. The entire family is gluten free and eats an organic diet. Jake is still breast fed, he watches zero television (only selected movies) and gets what I would consider to be above and beyond love and attention at home. Jake’s play time is spent putting together and pulling apart Lego toys, one to one time, listening to classical and age appropriate music and is read to daily. Is Jake above average or is he one of the few babies, in this day and age, who is raised in a healthy lifestyle?

I told Jane that I thought she had dodged a bullet; she and her husband have allergies and are very sensitive to medications. Their commitment to making sure that Jake has a toxic free life as possible started way before birth.

As the vaccine war continues, doctors, HHS, CDC and the media all tell us that vaccines don’t cause harm. They also share statistics which state 53% of our children have some type of chronic illness, such as: allergies, asthma, seizures, diabetes and we can’t forget AUTISM! I am not exactly sure where Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS) fits into all of this.

I travel around the US speaking to families who are Living a Unique Life Experience, and I hear the same two things: My child was fine until his/her vaccination or my child has a rare disease. Just yesterday, I was shopping at a children’s second hand store and a mother of a 1-year-old baby boy was on the phone to her doctor’s office, regarding her child’s prescription. She needed official paperwork in order to attend day care. It sounded almost as though she was proud of the fact that she was giving her son meds. I realize as I write this that I am judging, but it certainly made me think about how many US citizens are on some type of medication. Doctors have no problem prescribing medication to infants, at the same time advising parents not to feed any kind of solid food due to their digestive system being not fully developed. No bananas for our babies, but lets give them 8 shots at once, which are full of: diseases, aborted fetal tissue, mercury, formaldehyde and God knows what else. Parents are also encouraged to give their infants canned formula instead of breast-feeding. Are we dummied up? You don’t have to do much research to learn that when you microwave food it destroys the nutritional value.

We live in a fast paced society and our kids are suffering. If kids are lucky enough to have two parents living in the home, they are usually both working. I am concerned for our children and their future. Our health is not being put first. Instead of keeping fit and eating healthily we take pills. We are treating symptoms but not the cause.  Are vaccinations, television, packaged food, sugars, gluten, GMO’s and hormones in our food responsible for making kids numb and dumb? It takes time and money to filter out these poisons but parents are paying one way or another, aren’t they?  I know many parents who have kids with Autism that easily spend $64,000, a year if not more to recover their children (to get the toxins out of their bodies).

Parents, I am not blaming you for vaccinating. I did it. I am also NOT saying that vaccine injured kids are not smart, they are. Lorrin, was incredibly smart; she had a wicked sense of humor that most missed, because she was stuck living in a body with severe brain damage. I remember when she was 13, during physical therapy we tried to teach her how to give the middle finger, as age appropriate expressive language, right? She tried and tried with great effort to straighten her tiny curled finger with no success.  We finally settled on her giving what we liked to call the, “one eye” she would wink one of her baby blues with a rotten teenage smirk, we all knew exactly what she meant. After all, everyone wants to cuss their parents, at least once. As far as I know she only did it to a selected few and me. Lorrin was a joker and that takes intelligence.

I am NOT blaming parents, I know they are angry and feel guilty that they vaccinated their babies.  Many feel as though they let them down and are responsible for the challenges that they will live with for the rest of their lives. I certainly would love to see a study that compares the health and wellness of vaccinated V’s non vaccinated children.  Looking at their ability to focus, learning, motor skills, comprehension and retention.

I admit that I sometimes think that all children are disabled; it is the crowd that I run with. I have not been a parent of a healthy child. I am very proud of my nieces and nephew who have made informed decisions on what they put into their children. I do know when I sit next to my great nephew, who is not vaccinated he does not stop talking; he is funnier and more creative than most adults I know, and thinks out of the box. Just the fact that he is a boy puts him at a huge risk for having Autism.