Did you know I have written a book about my awakening from a life as a mother and businesswoman to become a healer and channel? It's called "The Courage to Be Who I Am. You can order it from Amazon.com. I'm sure you will enjoy reading it and find inspiration.

Here's an excerpt for your enjoyment. It describes when Jesus first appeared to be, beginning my journey as a healer.

CHAPTER 10
• SURPRISES
My mother was gone for three days, and then when I was meditating, she appeared in a golden light. She has been with me ever since and assists me in the healing room.

Her presence is wonderful because she makes me feel such joy. When my gifts first started coming to me, she helped me pay attention. Things were happening in my body or my third eye that I didn't always understand. I noticed I could find things faster, and it became easier to discover areas in the person 1 was healing that needed to be addressed.

I also began to hear more sharply. When 1 had first started healing, I wasn't sure what to do, and since I didn't trust what 1 was hearing, I used a pendulum. According to the answers I received, I'd start putting energy in and asking for guidance.

Then one day I walked into the healing room without my pendulum — I didn't even realize it wasn't with me. I simply walked over to the person on the table, saw what was going on, felt that area, and started channeling energies where they were needed. The person would say, "I didn't tell you where the problems were, but that's it — right where you've got your hands. You're right on it!"

I knew my mother was helping me. Often she'd leave for awhile and I understood why. She had her own things to go through in the other dimension. Soon she would be back again, giving me advice and also cautioning me about various details in my life.

In 1988,1 was still trying to hold onto my apartment complex. To make some extra money, I invested with a friend in an Easter project. In California I used to make bunny hutches that were decorated with candies and a variety of other Easter goodies, and 1 would put them out on consignment to a large number of stores. The hutches and candy used to be sold as fast as we made them. We never had enough.

My friend L — and I decided to do the same thing in Phoenix. We bought the ingredients in gross quantities and I taught her how to help me make the hutches and other goodies.

Then we delivered them to many stores in the area and waited for the money to come in.

To our dismay, we discovered that nothing was selling. People ooohed and ahhhed, but didn't have the money to buy them. Survival was far more important that year than Easter goodies.

The project was a financial disaster. We'd spent a lot of money for the ingredients and now we were stuck with hundreds of unsold bunny hutches. On the Thursday before Easter, we rounded up all the hutches and other goodies and brought them back to the house.

The next day, which happened to be Good Friday and the first night of Passover, L— came over. The two of us sat there and stared dismally at each other. "What shall we do?" she asked. "Salvage the candy?"

"No." I shook my head and readied for the phonebook. Phoenix had a number of hospitals with children's wards. It even had a children's hospital. The idea had just popped into my head that we might brighten the holiday of these bedridden children by giving them our Easter goodies.

We phoned several places and got the go-ahead to bring our gifts, so we packed the car and took off.

What a perfect solution! We had a wonderful time, and at some of the hospitals we were even allowed to walk around on the floors to distribute our gifts. Just to be able to witness the expressions of sur¬prise and excitement on the children's faces was more than enough compensation for our disappointment and financial loss.

Exhilarated but exhausted, we returned to my house — and also to the reality of a depleted checkbook. Again the two of us just sat there and looked at each other. Part of us was thrilled that the children had enjoyed our gift, and the other part of us was wondering what we were going to do next in order to pay the bills.

We decided to meditate. L — hadn't been feeling well, and for the past three months, her left hand had been giving her problems. It had started to curl over on itself, making it difficult to move her fingers, or use them for grasping things. She'd gone to several doctors, chiropractors and healing facilitators, and no one seemed to know how to help her.

Also, she'd been suffering from throat and chest congestion.

At the end of the meditation, L — stretched and stood up. "I guess I'll go home," she sighed. Just then I heard from Spirit that we needed to sit for a few minutes. I told L — the message I'd just received, and obediently, she sat down again.

A considerable time passed. I was puzzled. Why were we sup¬posed to be sitting here? Finally I exclaimed out loud, "Did I hear wrong? I'm sure this is what Spirit wanted us to do."
L —'s eyes were shut and she was relaxed; 1 was the fidgety one. Then, suddenly I looked up. Floating down on the right side of the room through the ceiling was Jesus with an angel over each shoulder. I saw him as I see human beings and all things in the third dimension. He was as visible to me as the woman seated opposite.

Gently he raised his hands and started saying a prayer.

"L—," I exclaimed, "Jesus is floating in the room and there's an angel over each shoulder. He's coming right to us!"

She opened her eyes, looked up and said, "1 can't see him but I absolutely recognize the Christ energy!" Floating between us, he put his hand over each of us, and then the prayers began. I couldn't believe the energy. He was right here — I could touch him!

As he floated back over to me and placed a strong energy through me, my hands turned bright red. Then he used me as an instrument to heal my friend, channeling instructions through me to move her hand and flex it in a certain way. The fingers went plwik! back into place, and her hand was straight. Then, using me again as an instrument, he described how to stretch her throat and take away the congestion. She was healed in moments.

After doing another prayer of bonding for us, he rose a little higher and lifted his hands over my head. "Go forth," he said, "for you are a healer." Then he started floating up, stopping for another prayer before he left the room the way he'd come in.

We had started our meditation at six in the evening and now it was ten. During that time, the room had become very hot from all the energy, and both of us were too overwhelmed to do anything except just sit there. It felt like a sauna.

When L — finally felt ready to go home, I made her promise to call me as soon as she arrived.

"Margareht, I drove with both hands!" she told me excitedly over the phone. "My hand is straight. There's no pain!"
1 was up all night talking to God — crying, meditating and pray¬ing. In the morning when I was grounded again and back in the third dimension, it was hard for me to believe that all this had happened. "My God, where do I go to learn how to do this?" I cried.

Frantically I reached for the phonebook and started leafing through the yellow pages looking for healing centers. 1 was so confused and excited, I really didn't know what I was doing or who to call.

Just then there was a knock on the door and I opened it to find one of my tenants standing there. "I have the worst backache I've ever had in my whole life," he complained. "I've got a job interview today and I'm a mess. Do you have any aspirin?"

I told him I didn't use aspirin. "Why don't you just sit in this chair?" I urged him.

"Why am I going to do that?" he asked." Let me try to help your back."

He sat down. "Please, Spirit/' I prayed, "tell me what to do." Spirit did. The message I received was to put one hand on his neck with my fingers in a certain position, and the other hand on the spine. Through all of this I was trying to stay calm, but I really didn't know what I was doing or whether this was going to make the backache go away.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Oh God, what are you doing? It's like you've got hot pokers on me! It's that hot!" "No," I answered, "it's just my hands."

"But the pain's gone!" he declared. "It's gone!" He hopped up from the chair and looked at me. "What did you just do?" "I'm not sure," I admitted.

"I have to get to my job interview, but I'm coming back to talk to you this afternoon," he exclaimed. "You'd better be here because 1 want to know what happened. Look at me. I'm fine!"

He passed by me and breezed out the door, leaving me standing there in dumb shock.

Another knock on the door, another tenant. "I have a horrible headache," moaned the woman. "I've never had a headache like this. I'm screaming at the kids, I'm at my wit's end. I don't know what's wrong. It's like I've got this vice on my head."

"Please come and sit in this chair," 1 invited her, as I looked up to the heavens. "I got it. Spirit," I exclaimed to myself. "I don't need to go to school. You will guide me!"

I asked for guidance where to put my hands on her head, and a few moments later, the woman asked, "What did you just do to me? The headache is gone!"

"I'm not sure," I said.

"My kids are running around on your patio." She jumped up from the chair. "Let me take care of them and I'll be back later to find out what just happened."

At the door she turned and said, "I've always known God walks with you in a special way. Now I know for sure." She was a very religious woman, so I found this an interesting thing for her to say.

Both tenants did return to talk with me. Overwhelmed by what I had done, they were deeply grateful. Little did they know that 1 was as deeply grateful as they were! The man had broken his back and neck three times in different car accidents, so he was very vulnerable. At this point, he couldn't lift anything heavy and his physical activity had become very limited. We started working together every day for fifteen or twenty minutes, and soon Spirit told me I only needed to work with him every other day. Gradually, as he became stronger and more flexi¬ble, the intervals grew longer between sessions until he only needed to work with me once a week. Soon he was completely fine and no longer needed any more healing. His whole body had been repaired to the point where he could do everything once again, and he even lost the weight he’d gained.