THIS book details my intimate account of when Mother Mary appeared in my room, her image reflected in my old fashion mirror, when I was just 9 years old. 

 

The story is most surprising in the way of which it occurred, when I had called upon her.

Truly unique and surely Blessed by the experience that carried me through many dark dark times.

 

The book shows how you too, can reach out to Our Mother Mary

through persistent effort and belief.

 

Reprint of the book:

 

When I was 9 years old,

 I saw the face of Mother Mary. 

 

How and why she appeared,

I can only surmise on my end.

But this is the story, just before it happened. 

 

“I was on the playground, standing alone, off to the side, when I noticed the group of popular girls standing around in a small circle nearby, talking the way young giggling girls do. 

 

 It was not unusual, for me to be standing alone, since I was extremely shy, 

and often struggled with awkward sociability and being bullied.

 

Then, I overheard one of the girls, 

loudly whisper;

 

“Stand in front of the mirror, close your eyes, turn around 3 times, and say, 

 Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

 

This was the whole gist of that conversation.

But the strangest thing 

about all of it 

was THIS.

 

I thought I heard her say,

Stand in front of the mirror, close your eyes, turn around 3 times and say 

 

“Mother” Mary, "Mother” Mary,

 “Mother” Mary.

 

Yes.

I thought my classmate 

said “Mother Mary,” not Bloody Mary.

Funny right? It's the absolute Truth.

 

Later that afternoon 

while I was at home, in my room, 

I recalled the story

the girls on the playground were mesmerized about that day (truly a ritual as we all know!) 

 

and I decided to put it into motion, 

 

I was completely serious 

about performing this ritual.

 My intent, sincere and honorable.

 

I remember the sun's rays coming through 

my window, lighting up part of my room.

 

I remember how I took my place, 

standing tall, as I stood in front of my large old-fashioned mirror that was attached to my large old-fashion bureau.

 

I remember thinking that I might 

see Mother Mary directly 

in the “center” of my mirror 

and also see HER “large” in the center 

of my mirror.

 

THIS idea of “seeing her large,” 

was due to the fact that as children, 

we tend to see things larger in our minds, 

then they actually are. 

 

That is what I was told by a therapist, 

who understood child psychology.

 

With my eyes tightly closed, as I turned around 3 times, with my eyes tightly closed, my breath, shallow…

 I slowly began chanting out loud 

"Mother Mary," "Mother Mary," "Mother Mary"  

 

I recall feeling a bit nervous, but excited, 

about the possibility of this event unfolding. but not really knowing what would 

be the outcome…

 

It was at the very moment, when I opened 

my eyes, that my eyes quickly shifted 

from the center of the mirror, down to the left-hand corner of my mirror.

And there She was. . .

 

Her head slightly tilted, Her veil covering part of Her face.

She was pure white and she was small. Not large, as my child mind had imagined.

 

It was there. . . She appeared. 

 In All of Her Holiness.

 

I suddenly gasped for air, shocked by the encounter, and as I did, Mother Mary 

vanished instantly.

 

Maybe it was just the mystery of it all, 

how it seemed to capture the attention 

of the giggling girls so much, that I too, 

felt some kind of magic stirring,

that I just had to try it…

 

Maybe it's just because at that young age, 

I had experienced so much devastation and great fear and needed something to give me hope and strength to carry me for many 

more years to come… 

 

Maybe it's because I carried great faith from many lifetimes before until this moment in time, and since I had chosen a truly difficult lifetime, this time around.

 

Or maybe, just maybe. . . it was simply 

because with a child’s faith,  

- I chose to believe!