My teacher, My friend and my Rev. 'Arlene'

Dear linda
Please first let me introduce myself. My name is Sherry. I am a respected business woman in our community and am wife of a wonderful man for over 30 years, mother of two grown children and grandmother of four. I consider myself very normal with no depression problems. In other words, I guess you could say I am just a normal lady of 56 living my life the best I can.

The one thing that seems to be "abnormal", to some would be my connection with my Spirit Guide. He has been a very real part of my life for many years. My Guide, John, has sent me many messages in the form of synchronistic coincidences, photographs where he appears, gifts in many forms. It is because of John, about five years ago, I began to search for a Medium to help me communicate.

Please understand that I am a Christian and that going to a Medium was not easy for me. However, I am open minded and felt like John would lead me to the right person who would help. That person was Reverend Arlene.

Going to our local Mall in Moreno Valley I approached the cashier and asked for a reading. The first readings were not with Arlene. The readings were very interesting, but I felt like I had not found my Teacher yet. Then one day Reverend Arlene and I met and I had my first reading with her. I knew I had found her. That was five years ago and I now have over thirty recorded half hour sessions in which we together, have discussed many issues. We have cried and laughed together during these sessions. I do not have any doubt that these readings are very spiritual. There is nothing evil nor anything I would consider inappropriate at all. She is able to connect with John and it is amazing the things we have discovered together.

This is one of them. There are many more. This one in particular, I feel, touches on the 'Spirit in Transition' theme.
My father, and his wife, my step mother, were involved in an auto accident in Minnesota August 11th of 2006 while on vacation. They live in Arizona. This accident led to my father getting pneumonia and in the ICU unit at St. Mary's hospital in Duluth. My two sisters and my brother flew to be by his side on August 19th. We were told by the doctor, as we stood by our fathers side, who was now in an induced coma state, that he was very near death. Our father was 74 at this time. I carried with me a prayer given me from Arlene to take and believe.

This letter would be very long if I were to go into detail. I am going to keep to the theme and try to keep this brief.
His heart stopped twice. He fought over three types of pneumonia. He did come out of the coma 12 day's after his accident. I came home after my sister and I witnessed a miracle and felt our father would recover. However he remained in intensive care for over two months.

It was shortly after returning home that I went to see Reverend Arlene to pray for dad and to speak to John through her. I needed his, and her, help as I was going to return to Duluth to be again by dad and my step mother's side. Dad was not recovering as we hoped. He was still on the respirator after being on it for over almost six weeks. He was again slipping into despair. We were very afraid he was going the wrong way.

It was during my reading with Arlene before I flew to dads side, that I was given a message from John through Arlene that I was to take with me to help dad. This is the message, I have it on recorded tape...

Reverend Arlene: I don't know why I am given this but...your dad...He is a cowboy?
Sherry: Yes he is
A: I am seeing John Wayne. Your dad needs to laugh...when you see him, call him John Wayne.
S: I will
A: Your dad, did he have some sort of fascination with the Long Ranger?
S: (laughing) I don't think so..,but maybe he did.
A: well, I am seeing the Lone Ranger. Mention this to your dad when you see him. John and I feel it will help him...

There is more to this tape and this is not the exact wording, but close. So off my sister and I flew to Duluth. This time we vowed that we would not return until we knew dad and his wife would be returning home to Arizona. NO matter how long it would take.

When we entered dads room at the ICU unit he was sitting up in bed, still connected to all kinds of machines including the respirator and the tracheotomy tube, stomach tube (he had not eaten or drank fluid for over 6 weeks). Dad smiled weekly when he saw my sister and myself. He had lost so much weight. Although he was very ill and very sad, he was dad. I gave him a big smile and hugg and told him....'Let's get out of hear John Wayne'! I told him I loved him. Now lets get you better.

I would like to say from that moment on Dad seemed to begin to fight. However we had a long way to go.
About three day's after our return dad was slowly beginning the process of being taken off the machines. It was very exhausting and very up and down. We soon began to realize that one of dad's biggest hurtles would be his memory and his depression. We needed to get dad in the mind set to fight for his life mentally. He was so depressed. He would sit for hours not able to express himself (he could not speak). It seemed he forgot how to communicate. He would just stare and look sad.

It was at one of these very low times that another miracle happened. One of many.

My sister and I were given the tasks from the medical staff to help dad remember. Also to try to get him to smile. Pull him out.... As I sat there reading him the National Geographic magazine (anything to jog his memory. I knew he loved this magazine) I realized I needed more. What could I do to help dad smile??? Then I thought about our many pets we had during our years growing up.

'Dad' (at this point I remembered Arlene asking me about dad being a cowboy) "do you remember your favorite horse"?
Dad smiled at this.
"Your horse was so beautiful. He was a beautiful Pinto. This horse was so spirited. No body could ride him except you".
Once again a faint smile from dad.
I continued as I could see that this was jogging dad's memory and it was a happy one.
" Dad, I cannot remember this horse's name" (and I could not for the life of me). "Dad, I asked...what was his name"?
Dad mouthed his name and I could hear it spoken in a very faint whisper. Dad had a big smile on his face as I think he was also proud of himself for remembering.
"TONTO".

Dad's favorite horses name was Tonto. The Lone Rangers best friend. The American Indian....Tonto.
This was the break thru moment we had waited so long for. I will forever be grateful to Arlene, John and God for this. Also the wonderful Doctors and nurses at St. Mary's. It took a few more weeks until dad was released from the ICU to recover at the re-hab center. He finally flew home in November with his wife by his side. My sister and I flew back about a week earlier. We had stayed until we knew our job was done. My sister Kathy and I feel this was our finest moment. Dad and his wife are now home and enjoying life. Dad golf's and play's poker when ever he can. Still the cowboy.

Thank you dear Linda for reading this.
Sherry