Healing Beyond this World

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Magic is what you believe it to be. Some people do not believe in synchronicities; others do. Some do not believe in superstitions, others do. Some don’t believe in the power of love; others do.

I am someone who absolutely believes in the power of love. I do not mean just the power of love within a marriage or long-term relationship with your partner; rather, I mean love that is everlasting and meant for all who walk this Earth with us.

Love that can withstand all odds, as a friend, parent, aunt, uncle, sister, brother, lover, wife, husband, or whatever. Love that compels you to be stronger, wiser, kinder, and overall, a better person simply for having loved and been loved.

Love can heal so many wounds, and sometimes it heals the wounds we didn’t know existed. Not only that, but love beyond the grave can also heal … please read my story about a time I went to see a Psychic Medium at his Gifts from Spirit Event in Gorham, NH, for the first time.

This amazing experience helped me work toward healing a mother wound, believe it or not.

I remember when I first went to see Josh Simonds, Psychic Medium (I\’ve gone twice now); my Grampa Eastman came through. The things he said led me to publish Love Wanted – a book of poems written during my late teen and early adult years. The other thing that my Grampa Eastman said was, “Get things right with your Mom.” Or something like that – I do have the recording, so I could find it within the audio file, but that’s not necessary for the purpose of this blog post.

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“Get things right with your Mom”, I pondered that sentence. I thought for sure I had worked through the issues I had with my Mom. I thought for sure that we had created a different bond than we had ever had before, and it was good. For the first time in my life, I loved my mom for who she is, rather than who I prefer her to be.

Or, so I thought I had healed most of that mother wound, as one calls it.

I was wrong. 🤯

And my Grampa knew it from beyond this world.

It wasn’t until I spoke with my mom on the phone via a video chat that I realized tears were flowing. I had energy released because there were still some wounds in there from our childhood times. This could be before I remember, and I honestly may never know the exact scenarios that played out when I was a child or even a baby, that caused a rift within the mother-child bond that we should’ve had.

All I know is that something had created a wedge between us. I sometimes wonder if it was the fact that I was a firstborn daughter to a set of teen parents. My mother was 14 when she got pregnant with me, and 15 years old when she gave birth. I cannot even imagine how a teenager of that age would feel when they had to grow up so quickly with an accidental pregnancy, or unplanned, I suppose you could call it.

As I have grown older, and in some ways, wiser, I have learned to lend my mom the grace and empathy that I lend so freely to others. In this shift, I have started to feel a deep connection to my mother in ways that I hadn’t experienced before, or don’t remember. It seems that no matter how close I thought we were, there was always something there in between us, causing a little distance. While I will be honest, I am a bit more protective of sharing details of my life with my Mom, for whatever reason, I can say that I feel freer to share life experiences, my thoughts, and my world with my mom now more than I ever felt before.

I know when I visit my mom, I feel love, and I feel calm when I leave. That feeling of calm when I leave was not normal in previous years. This means that my mother wound, whatever may have caused it, is healing, and in healing that I am becoming a much better life coach, friend, and more in other people’s lives.

All because I simply chose to take the harder route of looking myself in the mirror and asking, “What is it that I need to face today to be stronger, calmer, and more loving tomorrow?”

Perhaps you are wondering what I mean by a “mother wound”, let’s allow ChatGPT to explain it for us, as a final end to this blog post about my journey of trusting the words of my Grampa Eastman from beyond this realm …

What Is a Mother Wound?


A mother wound refers to emotional pain, unmet needs, or limiting beliefs passed down from the relationship with one’s mother, whether through neglect, overprotection, criticism, or emotional unavailability. This wound often shapes how we see ourselves, form relationships, and experience love and worthiness as adults.

Healing the mother wound involves recognizing these patterns with compassion, setting healthy boundaries, and nurturing the inner child who still longs to feel seen, safe, and loved. One powerful first step is to practice self-mothering, offering yourself the patience, care, and validation you may have once needed from her.

If you want to dive into healing the mother wound, or at least chatting about it with someone who can lend a fresh perspective to your experience, get on a life coaching call with me. I have plenty of openings in November and December. I would love to talk with you.