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Vicki Monroe's SpiritBlog Archive October 15, 2007 Hi, Readers! Yes this will sound a bit strange and was shocking as all get out to me. I was at home a couple of weeks ago doing the usual that a mother of four college kids does: Laundry. I was picking up the assorted piles of laundry and was making my way down the winding staircase. Yes I know, it is a tedious task, but if my husband or I don't do it, no one will. So here I am finally gathering the two arm loads of assorted clothing and heading to the laundry room which just happens to be off of my kitchen, I opened the Dutch doors as I always do (cursing that kids are so lazy, when did "Maid" become a prerequisite of being a mother?), and as I was speaking to myself, I glanced at an image that at first I thought was just some spirit passing through. Once I realized who had just materialized, I dropped the laundry and fell to my knees, knee-deep in dirty towels and everything else. Standing about five feet in front of me, her hands around a yellow puppy was, and I kid you not, and for the sake of losing my ability I must always speak the truth in these matters, it was none other than "Princess Diana!" I know my mouth was hanging open, and she smiled that beautiful smile that only she possessed. Suddenly as if I were no longer in the room, I was transported back to August 31st, 1997 and the broadcast coming across my television as I sat and watched my favorite show of the time, "Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman," Princess Diana has been critically injured in a car crash in Paris, her companion Dodi Al-Fayed was killed, as was her driver." That was all it said at the time, and I knew from the continuous reports at the bottom of the television screen that she was being rushed to the hospital. I began to cry, and my youngest daughter stared at me, hugging me tightly, because no young child likes to see their mommy cry and my special little one was no different, she could read what was said, and told me, "She will go to heaven, mommy, and she will be okay, that's what you always say." She hugged me again, and I nodded, kissing her blonde curls. She snuggled back up to me, and we watched the next show, "Touched By An Angel". It was fitting, I thought, that this show on that particular day followed the tragic news. I don't know why, but I lay awake all night long, my heart crying that Diana had passed, and when I came out of my bedroom and kissed my husband good morning, he told me quietly, knowing how I always loved Diana, "I'm sorry that the Princess died." I felt as if the news of my sister’s death had hit me all over again, and she had been gone for 10 years already. I just stared at Diana's picture. Tears falling, my heart aching for her two sons, and the tragedy her life had become even though she did all she could to make life as normal as possible for her children. I believe she knew it would come to this one day. The next moment, I am watching her funeral, as the guards carry her casket draped in the royal flags on the lovely flowers her boys had placed there, one specifically saying, "Mommy" on it. I began to cry as hundreds of thousands did that week of great mourning in England and around the world. Suddenly I could see Elton John singing, his hands holding steady as he continued to take deep breaths and focusing with all his will to sing the lovely song to one of his dearest friends, “The Princess of Wales," now known as the "Queen of Hearts," and of course she will always remain "The People's Princess," I had never seen the funeral of Diana, I couldn't watch it. It was too emotional for me, and yet so many women around the world sobbed in her memory. Hers was the memory of a beautiful young woman who fell in love with a prince who never loved her. I don't dislike Charles, I believed he cared deeply for Diana, and as I was brought back to the present, Diana was sitting in one of my over stuffed chairs, in a black turtle neck and leggings, as if a friend of years had just stopped by for coffee. "Charles was a wonderful father, and no one can ever say that against him," she told me as I walked shakily to the other chair. "I have chosen you, because you speak the truth to tell the world, that I am well. That the cause of my death was indeed part paparazzi and a drunk driver, it was our time to go. Dodi’s and mine. And from my place in heaven, I am watching my boys as they have grown into such handsome young men." I asked her if she always approved of their actions, she gave me that shy grin she was known for. "I may be crossed over, but I still am their mother, and no I don't." She sighed, picking up one of the pillows tossed on the chairs and fiddling with one of the tassels. "I did the best that I could in a life made crazy! I am not angry, not anymore. And I made some terrible mistakes as well. Charles was not to blame for my actions. Although I felt extremely betrayed, and almost didn't marry him." I jumped in with a question, "Was this due to the fact that you had found out about a possible mistress?” She had a sad expression on her face. "It was too late by then, everything had been arranged, I was even taking lessons on how to learn to become a royal. I suppose,” she said, a distant look on her face, "I was being prepared to be a queen, something I knew I would never become. Yet now I am in a way, because I cared so much about others. I hear their prayers for me, and I still work to help those in need." I asked her if she was happy about Charles’ nuptials to Carmella, and she smiled. "Charles isn't a bad man, and the press has been ruthless with him. He was a man brought up without a family, so his sometimes cold heartedness wasn't his fault entirely, and I believe in time I did teach him to loosen up, and show love more readily. I don't believe he ever thought he would have to compete for the love of his people, and I never dreamed that would happen. But it was those actions that changed him. He became a better man, father, and husband. Not my husband, but he had always loved Camilla, and I was happy for him. He deserved happiness. Everyone does." These words are true and factual as I was told by the spirit of Diana, but what you choose to believe is your choice. For the rest of the article on Diana and her continued presence in my life, you can read my new book "Mysteries, Magic and Mayhem” out soon in Europe, and in the United States this summer. I will continue to keep you posted on the things Diana would like the world to know. More importantly she wants the world to embrace her sons, and to love the family she fought so diligently to "Lighten up", in her words. She understands them better now, being on the other side. And she never suffered, she tells me, she was pulled through by her father, and from there, launched into a graceful, loving, quiet place of peace and solitude, something she fought so hard for here. In Light, Vicki This website and text copyright © 2007, 2008 Vicki Monroe. All rights reserved.

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