By RoseMarie

I recently bought some really cool Mystic books and wanted to read them peacefully at night, but I had no lamp to use without bothering my husband, so I was using a flashlight…

Then I asked my Father to provide the right kind of lamp.

About 2 weeks ago, on my weekly shopping to Carrefour I saw a lamp that I really liked; the price was affordable, the size was just right, and it even had a led ball that changed colors when not in use. I thought: “This is it!”

And to top it, it even had my name on it:  La ROSE. ¿What were the chances?  No doubt that it was to be my lamp, made with my name on it! I got very excited.  So I looked around for the box, and lo and behold, there was none to be found. I called the clerk and she said, “Oh, so sorry, mam, we are out of that kind of lamp.”

Lord, how come? That was my lamp! I really want that lamp…  I felt like a little girl again, going to daddy and begging him for something time and time again, almost throwing a temper tantrum…But Papa I want that lamp..!!

Next day my sweet husband went to another Carrefour downtown to see if they would still have some in existence over there. But he returned empty handed.

A week passed by. Then today, we went back to Carrefour for our weekly shopping and I immediately went to the lamp section to see if they had received more units. But no… there was my lamp still in display but none for sale.  Then I heard in my spirit: “Ask and you shall receive”.  I argued with my God saying: “But I already asked last time and the clerk said NO.”

Then I looked around to see if any attendant would be around and I saw him: A young Taiwanese man with long hair who was busily piling some boxes near-by. I called him and when he came I pointed to my lamp. “I want to buy this lamp”.

He looked at it and said: “Sorry mam, but we are out of existences.”

Then I looked into his eyes and said with a big smile: “Can I buy this one, then?”

“You want to buy the one in display? Mmm… first we have to see if it works and everything is fine… and I need to check with my supervisor.”

I sweetly pointed at him that the lamp in display was on, and seemed to work just fine, so we tried all the intensities and colors and he was satisfied that the product was in good functioning, and so was I. (no need to call the supervisor, who would probably say no way)

“Can I take it?”   And he said: “Yes”.  He then sheepily proceeded to place the display lamp -with no box or anything- in the cart of this crazy foreigner lady.  I thanked and blessed him for his help and off I ran with my precious lamp in the cart, happy as a little girl! I went all the way up the escalator to show it to my husband who was looking for other items:  “Honey, I got the lamp!”  He was thrilled to see me so happy.

I am now home trying it on all kinds of different colors and it is gorgeous! So heavenly! It is a heavenly lamp made just for La Rose!

Life is so exciting when lived from our heavenly places in Christ! There are no more impossibilities.

I know, it may seem silly and of no transcendence for many, but for me, it is just another proof of how much God loves me and cares for my every wish and even answers my ¨temper tantrums”. I love you Papa.

And now, to enjoy my precious books, “Beyond Human”, by Justin Paul Abraham, and “The Realms of the Kingdom” By Ian Clayton.

By RoseMarie Gagnon

My First Encounter with God

Yesterday I attended an amazing webinar about Empowering Dreams, it was late at night, around 4:30 am, and looking out of my window I noticed the amazing crescent moon and the very bright morning star. It was so beautiful that I took a picture of it with my android.

Looking at the morning star almost took me 50 years back in time, I will tell you why…

I can still remember vividly one spring night in Spain, when I had just turned 13.  My dad told me: “Now that you are a 13 year old woman, let’s celebrate it!”

 He opened a bottle of champagne, took a couple crystal cups out of the cupboard and after some cheers we proceeded to drink.

My mother –who was more on the conservative side-, was horrified and got very upset at my dad, but I felt sooo grown up!

My dad was not a regular drinker, so after gulping 2 or 3 glasses each we went from giggling and being foolish to getting so drunk that we both had to run to the bathroom and throw up.  Next day we had a terrible headache. I thought that being an adult and drinking wasn’t so great after all, and I never drank alcohol again till I was way into my 20s.

I guess that must have been my dad’s original intention. He was a very nice man, very intelligent, liberal, and fun to be with and we had a great connection, we could talk about almost anything.

My parents were nominal Catholics. Catholicism was the main/only religion in the days of Franco in Spain, but in my family we didn’t go to church. My dad had fought in the Spanish Civil War on the “reds” side, and my mother’s family fought on the “whites” side. Dad was exiled in France for a year.  Shorter after he came back to Spain, he married my mother, who was his next door’s neighbor.

We lived in an apartment building in downtown Barcelona that had two flats side by side. In one lived my family, and in the other, my aunt Mary and her husband, who was a Freemason. They were both also part of the theosophical society and professed spiritual beliefs similar to New Age. They had a library full of ancient books that I was not allowed to touch. It was quite a scary library.

In those days we did not have TV, and families used to spend time together after dinner, playing games or telling stories. My dad, my aunt Mary and I, loved to talk about the supernatural, UFOs, and spiritual things. I remember it was right after I turned 13 and got drunk with my dad that I started developing a real hunger for the truth.

All my school friends went to mass on Sundays with their parents and believed in Jesus, God, mother Mary and the Saints.  My dad –having been a communist during the war- had nothing good to say about the church of his day, so he rarely spoke about it.  Most of my extended family –both in my mom’s and my dad’s side- were mediums, masons, or non-practicing Catholics, so I really was confused.

One night I asked my dad:  “Dad, what is the truth? Is it what I learned in the catechism class or what is it? I need to know…”

My dad and I sat at the table and he proceeded to tell me his personal beliefs. He said there was an afterlife, that when you die the spirit would leave the body and go to a spiritual place of learning and retraining, depending on the lessons learned on earth, and that it would come back and reincarnate a few years later, usually in the same family. He told me that the reason my mother and my aunt Mary were always at each other’s throats was because in another life my aunt was a very stern cavalry Colonel and my mom was a rebellious Indian chief and they didn’t get along well, so they had to come back and try again. (It didn’t seem to work, as they kept fighting, but at least I understood why)  Dad also said that sometimes people who were very advanced spiritually could come out of their bodies and go on trips and visit people. That fascinated me!  My aunt gave me a whole set of books by Lobsang Rampa to put me on my way to spirituality, and told me that when I would be ready, a Guide would appear in my life.

That summer night, I went to bed and prayed. I recited the Lord’s Prayer a few times, and a couple “Ave Marias” I had learned in Catechism. And I cried to God and said: “Show me the truth! If Jesus is the truth, show me. I need to know.”

The Light in my room

That night, I had my first out of body experience. Nowadays this is known as “sleep paralysis”, but I had learned from my aunt that it was the astral body coming out of the physical body.  I was very excited that this was happening to me, so I pushed myself out of my body and sat up on my bed. I had no weight and I started floating up to the ceiling like a balloon. I could see my body lying down in bed. The room was very quiet and peaceful, it seemed like all street noises had stopped and the silence was almost musical.

I noticed a bright light coming thru the window shutters. It was night time, so it could not be the sun. I was looking towards the window, and suddenly this light entered into the room; it was so bright, so white, and so warm! I could only compare it to the moonlight shining on a snowy meadow, but thousands of times brighter. I felt love coming out of that light and I wanted to embrace it, but when I went to touch it, it suddenly disappeared and I was jolted back into my body and woke up.  My heart was pounding and my body shaking and it took me a while to figure out what happened to me.

I looked at my window and I could still see some of those rays of light coming thru the cracks, so I got up and opened the window.

WOW!  The most beautiful, big and radiant star was in front of me! I sat in my balcony watching that start and reveling in its light and beauty and pondering in my heart if the light I had seen in my out of body experience was that star or something else.   I will never forget that day.

When I told my family about my out of body experience, Aunt Mary and dad told me that I must have seen “My guide”. My mom said “those are foolish things, you just had a dream”.  One thing I knew is that God answered my prayer and showed me the truth, and the truth was Light, and I was to pursue the light.

Sadly, my family environment lead me to pursue deeper into the occult for a time, which brought -among other things- a spirit of fear that tormented me for many years.

Later on I learned that the star I saw was Venus, and that it was the planet of “Love”. So I was to pursue light and love.

I joined the hippy crew for a while, and traveled to India and Nepal in search for the “truth”. IT was there were I got totally disillusioned with eastern religions.

Back in my country, I was about to abandon my pursuing of truth having not found the light and love I was looking for in the church or in eastern religions. I remember sitting on a bench crying, when a couple of young people came and talked to me about Jesus. The only thing I noticed in them is that their eyes were shinning full of light and love. It reminded me of my star experience and I was immediately interested. They lead me to a prayer to receive Jesus as my personal savior, and that was it. Holy Spirit fell on me and put a smile on my face and a light in my eyes just like theirs.

Is funny that Jesus, who said “I am the way, the truth and the life”, “I am the light of the world”, came Himself to me when I was about to quit looking for Him. We finally met, and it has been a life of a wonderful relationship and spiritual journey together.

Jesus is the Morning Star!

And when I started reading the Bible, I found out to my amazement that Jesus calls Himself the bright and morning star!

Rev 22:16:  “I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.”

2 Peter 1:19:  “So we have the prophetic word made more sure, to which you do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star arises in your hearts.”

He also said He would give us the morning star!  Rev 2:26-29: “He who overcomes, and he who keeps My deeds until the end, to him I will give authority over the nations; and he shall rule them with a rod of iron, as the vessels of the potter are broken to pieces, as I also have received authority from My Father; and I will give him the morning star. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”

Isn’t it awesome how God answered my 13 year old heart’s prayer to be shown the truth?

1. He took me out of my body to show that the spirit realm is true;
2. He showed His presence with Light, Love and Peace invading my room with that Glory light.
3. He showed Himself as the bright and Morning Star, Yeshua Hamashiach, Jesus the Mesiah, the Savior of the world!
4. And yes, aunt Mary, He is My guide, but also my Savior, my God, my Husband, my Friend, my Brother, my Provider, my Healer, my Comforter, my all in all.

And every day is getting better since I came to Jesus, my Morning Star!

THE AWAKENING – Chapter 1

By RoseMarie Gagnon

During that blessed moment of the day when your spirit comes back into your rested body and gives it life again, when your entire cells and atoms wake up to the light of the day, oh what a miracle of resurrection is taking place unknown to you!  Yet you linger, you don’t move, you just enjoy the feeling of newness, of promise, of anticipation of another day to live.  You don’t even open your eyes; you are focusing inwards, trying to remember what you were dreaming. So vague, yet so peaceful, your trip was worthy and the things you engaged in were thrilling but you only retained vague feelings and glimpses here and there… oh how you wish you could record your dreams so you could replay them at will and enjoy them like a movie.  But you are resigned that this is the way it is, that dreams are fickle and mobile, ethereal and vague and that only those very important “God dreams” stay in your mind long enough to make an impact in your memory, leaving a permanent print.  Yet somewhere deep inside something tells you it shouldn’t be like that and maybe you are right.

Dreams are a gift of God, one of His preferred ways of communicating with His children, when they are quiet and at rest and He can get their full attention. Then is usually when He gives instruction and seals His counsel in your dreams, as the scripture says in:

Job 33:14-16 :    “For God speaks again and again, though people do not recognize it. He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they lie in their beds. He whispers in their ears, then he opens the ears of men, and seals their instruction,”

God´s Video Call

Yet if a dream is God’s video call to your soul, how come the quality seems so vague and fickle?  His dream technology is so superior that not only engages your 5 senses but also your spirit and your emotions. It communicates with body, soul and spirit at the same time and in different levels and intensities.  It is so deep that passes human understanding, yet because we are in the receptive end it seems like our receptors aren’t functioning properly.

There are people who have vivid dreams, lucid dreams, far out dreams, and they even receive revelations and visions that help them climb their mountains and overcome their obstacles.  Others never dream. Some dream in white and black, some dream in vivid colors, and most have a little bit of everything here and there.   Some are so fascinated by dreams that write books trying to find and decipher a common code to all dreams. They seek to interpret and understand the messages therein -because all humans know in their inner cores- that dreams are God’s own communication system. But each dream is unique and personalized, meant only for you. There is no Rosetta stone  good for all dreams.

But why are dreams so quickly forgotten…even when you try to faithfully write them down? It seems like you only get the outline and the most important points, but that most of the experience goes unrecorded.

Dream hackers

Could it be that when your spirit crosses the 2^nd heaven on its way back to your body, some of the principalities or powers dwelling there try to “hack” or “delete” your dreams to sabotage God’s communication system?  After all, there is a real war going on in the Heavenly Realms, right?

If God intended dreams to be a favorite way of communicating, resetting, fixing, informing, commissioning, warning, deleting, honoring and loving His creatures in such an intimate one on one way, is it not logical to think that the enemy of your soul would try to distort, hack, send viruses, or try to delete them before you even receive them?

What if there was a way to avoid the “deleting and hacking” of your dreams?

Angelic “Dream Escorting”

When you go to sleep and say your normal prayers, try asking God to send you angels to escort your dreams on the way back to your awakening and to help you  remember them well.  And cooperate with your angels by keeping a notebook and pen right beside your bed so you can write them down when you wake up.

Will continue…

The importance of Journaling

By RoseMarie Gagnon

Did you know that many people document their lives, write their thoughts, their prayers, their ideas, dreams, visions, and also the lessons they learn – on a daily basis?  They call it “Journaling”.

All great sages, scientists, philosophers, and men or renown who left a legacy to humanity were faithfully journaling. Maybe that´s why they became famous in the first place.  You could do the same.

And you could even go further than that if you want… because you can keep more than one journal!  Some people keep journals by categories, others use the same journal for everything.  The following are a few samples.

A Scrap Journal

Get a nice notebook.  Write down the things that happen in your daily life, places you go, people you meet, funny things that happen, your kids´antics, etc. To make it more interesting, you can even glue pictures, receipts of hotels or restaurants, dry flowers, a lock of hair, anything that is significant to you and worth remembering. This way you will be documenting your own biography and you will leave a legacy to your children and grandchildren.

A Dreams Journal

Are you sometimes mystified by your dreams?  Have you ever had one of those lucid, vivid, far out dreams that you really wanted to remember but you forgot totally?  There is a solution:  If you have a notebook and a pen in your night table, make sure to write down your entire dream as soon as you wake up, because the longer you wait the faster you will forget.

Since the beginning of times, men have received important information/inspiration/instruction in their dreams that led them to write books, create works of art, inventions, travel, or even start a profitable business. You can receive all that in your dreams, Job said that, thousands of years ago.

Job 33:14-16: “For God may speak in one way, or in another, yet man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men, while slumbering on their beds, Then He opens the ears of men, and seals their instruction.”

What if God had something very important to reveal to you in a dream, but you did not take the time to write it down and you … just forgot it? Wouldn’t that be a shame?

A Spiritual Journal

If you are a believer, have a relationship with your Father in Heaven, and you want to go deeper and get closer to Him, there is nothing better than documenting your walk and your talk with God.

I often write down my prayers and questions like if I was chatting with my best friend. Then I wait and listen for the answer and I write it down when it comes. It is like chatting on Skype, but much better!   If you pray and ask God to speak to you, He will do it. Just take the first thing that comes to your mind and write it down. With practice you will have wonderful conversations with your Maker that will totally transform your life.

The words you receive from God are what they call “words of prophecy” and can really bless your destiny.  Treasure those words! They are so special; they are God’s loving words to you!

And throughout the years when you go back and read some of those Words, you will realize that many already came to pass, and that others that you didn’t understand then, now have full meaning.

Write about the lessons you learn, your mistakes, your victories, document your walk with the Lord.

You will be creating a database of  wisdom to leave as a legacy to your descendants and many will benefit from it.

It is never too late to start journaling!

A diary is like a treasure chest. Even if you think you are too old and that most of your life is gone undocumented, you still have time: Start today! Buy yourself a nice notebook. (or use your computer)

Maybe you would like to write your “memories”,  things that happened to you in the past when you were not journaling, or you prefer to start fresh today.

The written word has power. Who knows, maybe your diaries will end up becoming your  biography in a published book, and maybe someone one day will make a movie out of your book. and all  because you took the time to keep a diary.

What do you think? Are you going to start journaling?

Maybe you started journaling a few times in the past, and stopped because you didn’t have enough time or you just lost interest. Now is time to pick it up again.

Your life is unique and wonderful; there is only one “you” in this world and God has many plans, dreams, and things to tell you.

Leave your awesome legacy to this world!

Let me know your thoughts…

With love,

Rose

Update. July 13, 2015

Please watch this webinar by Dr. Joseph Peck  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VOskLS_Fak   He takes it to the next level and teaches you practical steps to successful journaling and a successful life!

Discovered Male Microchimerism living in Female´s brains

Excerpts from the Article written By Robert Martone 

Robert Martone is the Neuroscience therapeutic area lead for The Covance Biomarker Center of Excellence located in Greenfield, Indiana. He is a research scientist with extensive experience in drug discovery for neurodegenerative diseases.

“The link between a mother and child is profound, and new research suggests a physical connection even deeper than anyone thought. The profound psychological and physical bonds shared by the mother and her child begin during gestation when the mother is everything for the developing fetus, supplying warmth and sustenance, while her heartbeat provides a soothing constant rhythm.

The physical connection between mother and fetus is provided by the placenta, an organ, built of cells from both the mother and fetus, which serves as a conduit for the exchange of nutrients, gasses, and wastes. Cells may migrate through the placenta between the mother and the fetus, taking up residence in many organs of the body including the lungs, thyroid muscle, liver, brains, heart, kidney and skin. These may have a broad range of impacts, from tissue repair and cancer prevention to sparking immune disorders.

It is remarkable that it is so common for cells from one individual to integrate into the tissues of another distinct person. We are accustomed to thinking of ourselves as singular autonomous individuals, and these foreign cells seem to belie that notion, and suggest that most people carry remnants of other individuals. As remarkable as this may be, stunning results from a new study show that cells from other individuals are also found in the brain. In this study, male cells were found in the brains of women and had been living there, in some cases, for several decades. What impact they may have had is now only a guess, but this study revealed that these cells were less common in the brains of women who had Alzheimer’s disease, suggesting they may be related to the health of the brain.

 Microchimerism is the persistent presence of a few genetically distinct cells in an organism. This was first noticed in humans many years ago when cells containing the male “Y” chromosome were found circulating in the blood of women after pregnancy. Since these cells are genetically male, they could not have been the women’s own, but most likely came from their babies during gestation.

In this new study, scientists observed that micro-chimeric cells are not only found circulating in the blood, they are also embedded in the brain. They examined the brains of deceased women for the presence of cells containing the male “Y” chromosome. They found such cells in more than 60 percent of the brains and in multiple brain regions. Since Alzheimer’s disease is more common in women who have had multiple pregnancies, they suspected that the number of fetal cells would be greater in women with AD compared to those who had no evidence for neurological disease. The results were precisely the opposite: there were fewer fetal-derived cells in women with Alzheimer’s. The reasons are unclear.

Microchimerism most commonly results from the exchange of cells across the placenta during pregnancy, however there is also evidence that cells may be transferred from mother to infant through nursing. In addition to exchange between mother and fetus, there may be exchange of cells between twins in utero, and there is also the possibility that cells from an older sibling residing in the mother may find their way back across the placenta to a younger sibling during the latter’s gestation. Women may have micro-chimeric cells both from their mother as well as from their own pregnancies, and there is even evidence for competition between cells from grandmother and infant within the mother.

What it is that fetal micro-chimeric cells do in the mother’s body is unclear, although there are some intriguing possibilities. For example, fetal micro-chimeric cells are similar to stem cells in that they are able to become a variety of different tissues and may aid in tissue repair. One research group investigating this possibility followed the activity of fetal micro-chimeric cells in a mother rat after the maternal heart was injured: they discovered that the fetal cells migrated to the maternal heart and differentiated into heart cells helping to repair the damage. In animal studies, micro chimeric cells were found in maternal brains where they became nerve cells, suggesting they might be functionally integrated in the brain. It is possible that the same may true of such cells in the human brain.

 Cancer cells which arise due to genetic mutations are just such cells, and there are studies which suggest that micro-chimeric cells may stimulate the immune system to stem the growth of tumors. Many more micro chimeric cells are found in the blood of healthy women compared to those with breast cancer, for example, suggesting that micro-chimeric cells can somehow prevent tumor formation.

This is a burgeoning new field of inquiry with tremendous potential for novel findings as well as for practical applications. But it is also a reminder of our interconnectedness.”

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Our children are Always in our Heads/Hearts -Literally!

By RoseMarie Gagnon

After I read the article posted above, and considering that the fetus breathes and eats thru the mother’s blood thru the placenta, it made total sense to me. It is all totally intertwined, and much more and further than what science can ever discover.

Even the mother’s emotions and dreams can be communicated and stay in the unborn baby’s memories, but also the other way around.

Mothers have been given the custody of life; they are co-creators.

A mother can love each one of her kids unconditionally, and know -thru her sixth sense- what is going on with all of them, having deep insight into their behavior and problems without even speaking a single word.

This phenomenon is also  known as Cardio-gnosis. (Justin Paul Abraham)

Why does a mother always “senses” what is happening with her children?

Because part of the cells of her children still live inside of her body and all the cells communicate among them.

I once read a book that Japanese Dr. Masaru Emoto wrote about “The Miracle of Water”.  Water reacts to positive words, music, love and gratitude; it communicates thru distance; and our bodies and our cells are made of 80% water! Water communicates with water; light with light; cells with cells; and little universes with bigger universes.

This is all God’s doing. There is so much we don’t know, but the Spirit reveals it to His children.

The children can be very far, but there are cells of their body that remained inside the mother during pregnancy and are still alive, can pick up signals emitted by the cells of their  bodies -no matter the distance- and then the mother can have a premonition; a dream; or simply sense trouble  and immediately be compelled to pray for him/her. This may have always been God’s plan for mothers to communicate with their children in this inter-cellular way; telepathically, thru this loving and mysterious channel. Maybe this is the way people communicate in Heaven.

Why is that a mother loves her kids unconditionally, even when/if they do those things she disapproves of?

Her children are literally part of her body, and nobody ever hated their own flesh. “For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourishes and cherishes it, even as the Lord the church” (Ephesians 5:29 KJ2000)

Why is that the mother is always the communication center of the family; where all the kids go when they have problems, pains and sorrows, or when they want to touch base finding their roots and identities?

Why is the mother always trying to protect, nurture and help her kids no matter how old or far they are?

Why does she always want to have them all close by and under her wings?

WHY??

She is and will always be the “mother-ship”.

How come mom always knows when I mess up? Even when I try to keep her in the dark about it?

She doesn’t “know” it, she just feels it in her innermost; in her baby’s cells that still are alive in her heart, brains and womb!

I totally marvel at the immensity of the love, thought, precision, care, and detail that went into our creation. Thank you Father for creating us the way You did. I am in awe! Everything about us is so deep and miraculous, so unbelievably perfect and full of wonder and magic..! Oh how great is the Creator´s love for His creation!

King David said it very well in Psalm 139:

For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

This meditation lead to personal questions to the Lord, based in my recent bereavement, and I think the revelation I received can also help many other moms whose kid may have left before their time.

The cells of the child that remain in the mother -as science is proving-, can adjust to any need in your body -just like your stem cells do.  They can take different roles as neurons, blood cells, immune system cells, muscle cells, etc., but they are divinely lead to go help mommy wherever her body (former mother-ship) needs it.

It is like a pay forward system of gratitude and love from the child to the mother, honoring her for having given it life, provided their development and growth as a human being out of her own flesh and blood. Even when neither the mother or the child are consciously aware of it taking place. We are all interconnected, but specially mothers and children.

It is God’s doing. If as a mother you had many children, their cells in you contribute to give you many extra health benefits, including less chances of breast and uterus cancer.

“Children are the heritage of the Lord, and the fruit of the womb is His reward” (Psalm 127:3-5)

What would happen to the micro-chimeric cells inside the mother of a child who dies before she does?  Do the cells inside the mother also die?

YES. They also die and their role in the body is interrupted, thus creating a sudden imbalance.

CELLULAR GRIEF

The grief of a mother is the worse pain that human beings can experience, because it is not only the emotional and spiritual pain, but also a real tangible turmoil inside of her own body.  It is medically proven and documented that the physical health of the mother gets seriously compromised. Her immune system goes down; there is  memory loss, depression, lack of energy, tiredness, eating and sleeping disorders, and erratic pains in different places. Many even say:  “something has also died inside of me”, or “I also died“.

How can the bodies of bereaved mothers replace the cells of the child they have lost? Will those dear cells dissolve and disappear forever and the memories and connection be lost?

NO.

Some mothers keep grieving for many years, trying not to forget their children’s faces  That is the reason for so many Memorials.  But God thinks about everything and He has provided a backup -not only in Heaven- but also in the database of your memory. The living cells of your child inside of you have a replica, and although they are not functional anymore, they are not lost forever! An inactive copy remains ingrained in your DNA and in the cellular record of your brain. You can always retrieve the file and the memories will be there.

Pain lessens and starts to go away as new cells form and replace the functions of the cells of the deceased loved one.

How are the cells of your child replaced? What is God’s prevision for such a situation?

Somehow I feel that the micro-chimeric cells of the surviving siblings would take over some of the missing functions. They would have to multiply, increase, and double up being used to reverse the  damage; filling up all the vacant spots in order to help the mother´s body recuperate her normal functions. It would take time, depending on the number of siblings, the amount of micro-chimeric cells, the

mother´s attitude, her faith, and the support she receives from her family and friends. Each person is different and so is the duration of grief.

That may explain that the surviving siblings may feel mixed emotions, and their grief may take them thru periods of blaming, guilt, distancing, etc. as they feel the stress of their overworked cells in the mother and cannot pinpoint why.  Time, prayer and love solve all things. Our children are flesh of our flesh and blood of our blood and our relationship is eternal.

Maybe the moment when the mother begins having more energy, more interest in life; starts eating and sleeping better and manages to resume some her tasks, coincides with the full takeover of the siblings cells filling the gaps.

But what if the one that died was her only child?

Would that explain that those bereaved mothers are the ones who get sick and even die prematurely, or take much longer to recuperate?

Did our God of love also had a micro-chimerism plan B for this situation?

YES!

Science has not only discovered replicas of the children inside the mother’s brains. They also found assorted cells of the parents, the mother’s siblings, the grandparents, and who knows how far up the family tree; those cells get stored in your DNA and your backup database. Perhaps all the way to our first parents in the Garden of Eden!

In most cultures and countries, when a mother loses her only child, other family members are there for her to nurture and accompany her until shecan stand by herself again.  Doesn’t it make sense that the same thing would happen at a micro-chimerical  level?   The cells of the closest relatives alive in your body would be the ones to come to the emergency rescue  and take over the vacant positions.

Most religions and even science admits that all that exists is somehow related, that we are all part of something bigger and we all affect each other: either for good or for bad.

Consider the universe and its mathematical perfection; the planets, stars, and galaxies, all perfectly synchronized and moving in harmony, each in its place and fulfilling its role.  We see the same with the micro cosmos, with the molecules, atoms, neutrons and protons. And now, that we know about this deep and intimate universe at the micro-chimeric cell level, we can see the same miracle inside of our bodies.

Everything works in order, in love and beauty, with total commitment to fulfill the purpose they were created for.

The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky shows His handiwork.
³ Day to day they speak,
night to night they reveal knowledge.
⁴ There is no speech, no words,
where their voice goes unheard.
⁵ Their voice has gone out to all the earth
and their words to the end of the world. (Psalm 19:1-5 TLV)

And us human beings know so little… but we get so proud with the progress of science and technology; we admire our buildings, industries and machines; we almost worship our knowledge and scientific discoveries.

But I think that there is more wisdom, knowledge, mystery and love in only one single human cell, than in all the knowledge of humanity put together.  And those mysteries are not hidden.

God reveals His secrets to His Sons and His servants the prophets. He said:

“Call on me in prayer and I will answer you. I will show you great and mysterious things which you still do not know about.” (Jeremiah 33;3 NET Bible)

“But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.” (1 Corinthians 2:9-10)

We can chose to listen with our hearts, to become as little children and marvel at what is happening all around us.

Let’s unplug the TV set, the computer and even our cell phones..! Even if for only one hour, lets get out for a walk in the country side or the beach, lets listen to the sounds of nature and feel part of it.

How long has it been since you laid on the grass watching the clouds, or in the sand at night admiring the starry skies? Did you know that the stars are still there? Lets go look at them. They are proof that our Father loves us.

And spend time with your children, after all, although they don’t know, and may be too far or too busy to communicate with you as much as you wish they did, their micro-chimerism inside you is continually thanking you for having given them life and love; attention, nurture and care that only a mother can give.

If this article has sparked more questions in your heart, please ask God for the answers. Share it with us in the comments so we can all benefit from it.

We have as much right as the scientists to figure things out, speculate, and create our own theories and hypothesis, with the difference that if we ask God about it we may get it right the first time. He reveals the deepest things to His children!

By RoseMarie Gagnon

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Our landlady informed us that she wanted to sell the house in the near future, and we wanted a change of scenario,  so I prayed for a nice new 3 bedroom apartment,  on the  2^nd or 3^rd floor, with elevator, fully furnished, with all appliances and parking included in the rent, closer to the city and the Metro, that it would have a nice green view from the window, and a rent of no more than $700 a month.  Yes, we believe in miracles.

We checked up a few apartments and found a nice brand new one, very sunny and with big windows, a great green view, good price, and I thought I even heard the Lord say: “This is the way, walk ye in it”. But after considering all the pros and cons, we thought it was too small for our needs and kept looking for something bigger. We looked in more than 30 different buildings, and after 3 weeks we decided to rent the one the Lord had “suggested”.  It would have saved us time to just listen to His small voice, but that is human nature, to do it our own way.

After signing the contract, exploring, and checking everything, we noticed that the green view from our window was marred by an old school building, about 7 stories high, that had been abandoned for a long time. That brown building was a big eye sore for me. But what could we do? We had already signed the contract for one year, and it would be quite silly to break the contract just because we didn’t notice a building that had been there all the time…

Well, I believe in prayer and Jesus  said: “Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.” so me and my husband decided to pray, and we pointed our fingers at that building, agreed, and asked God in Jesus name, to demolish it.  (That building had been there for over 15 years.)

Just one week after we prayed, I noticed a gigantic crane and a lot of movement going on around that building. It raised my eyebrow a bit more than usual.  Then later on in the day I saw that the crane had lifted up 2 big bulldozers unto the roof of the old building.   “Oh my, I wonder what they are going to do with those big machines on top of the roof?! “.

Next day I saw a crew of workers setting up bamboo scaffolding from the bottom of the building all the way to the roof on both corners of the building. Once they were finished, they covered the bamboo with blue protective fabric as is customary in Taiwanese construction sites.

Then to my amazement, early next morning and with a lot of noise, those bulldozers started drilling and breaking the floor of the roof. I called my husband and my son, “what do you guys think they are trying to do?   Are they going to demolish it?”

It was obvious they were trying to destroy the top floor, but we couldn’t understand the logistics of it, as this was not what we -as foreigners living in an Asian country- would expect to see in a normal building demolition. (I expected it dynamited in a controlled situation or demolished with a big iron ball, but definitely not drilled down from the roof with heavy duty machines)

I work from home, so I was following the daily progress from my window for almost 4 weeks. Every day they knocked down more and more floors. When there was only 2 floors left, the crane came back and brought the bulldozers down. They changed tactics and began drilling one of the walls and columns that held the building up, till it totally collapsed. Then they did the same in the other side.

I woke up in the morning of the 26^th day of demolition work and there was no trace of that ugly eye sore building. All I could now see from my window was the green view and those luscious trees loaded with birds.  Wow!  Amazing! What an answer to prayer!  We praised our God of Love who went to such extent as to fulfill my desires for a clear green view from my window!

“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart”.

Now when I gaze out of my window right besides my desk, Instead of the noise of the bulldozers, I can follow the activities of a family of black Drongos (black bird with forked tail) who successfully raised their 2 fledglings. They all perch in a telephone line quite close to my window and I can enjoy their daily progress.

Now, if God takes such good care of my Drongo bird family, he gives me exactly the apartment I asked, and He goes out of His way to demolish a building that was bothering me…is there really anything to worry about?  God is in control, He loves us and He wants us to be happy and enjoy the Life He has given us. “Ask and you will receive, so that your joy may be made full”.