My Mother's inevitable death set my awakening in motion because it caused me to seek wisdom.  Before she fell ill, a prodigal christian, she asked God to save our family and declared her willingness to die for us if necessary. Three months later she was terminally diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Convinced it was an answer to prayer, she said God was using her to focus our attention on salvation. 

She believed the end times were near, as taught by my strict Adventist grandparents, and tasked us with passing out over three hundred end time prophesy books at her funeral. She lived only a year. Her dying request was for me to keep our family together, and to take up where she left off. Talk about a heavy load! In terrible pain over what I must face, I prayed earnestly for WISDOM, and the guidance of the Holy Spirit to lead me to understanding, and asked that I not be lead astray by any man's teachings, promising to be a diligent seeker of truth in return.

I also asked to be PSYCHIC... to understand what being psychic really was... because I wanted to KNOW WHY things were the way they were...

"My brothers, do not be many teachers, knowing that we will receive greater judgment. For we all stumble in many ways..."  
-James 3:1-2

In Memory of My Mother

Lynn Rivera

BORN: June 14, 1947

DIED: June 14, 1994

Passed from Ovarian Cancer on Her 47th B-Day
within the same hour she was born

Dear One,

Wipe the sleep from your eyes

and embrace the light.

You have slept now for a thousand years

beneath starless nights.

Now it's time for you

to renounce the old ways

and see a new dawn rise.

In former days

the masks were raised

when the god came down

from off of the mountain,

and a sacrifice was made

for they knew the day of wrath

was fast approaching.

Just like yesterday, before the war,

Dear One,

the scapegoat has run.

All our sins are disowned,

and now it's time for you

to take off thy mask

and cross the Rubicon.

If you and I were one

within the eyes of our designs

it would still not change

the fact of our leaving.

For tonight we must leave

with the first gentle breeze,

for the Isles of Home we are assailing.

Just like Ulysses, on an open sea,

On an odyssey of self discovery.

'Ulysses' - Dead Can Dance