In 2018 I attended one of Monica’s events in Encinitas for my birthday with my daughter and her friend. It was truly an amazing event. Even though none of us received a reading that evening, my daughter’s friend attended another event later that year with her husband and received a reading that she said helped provide her with clarity and peace surrounding her mother’s passing. She said it was life changing. We all became believers after that. I knew an event was coming up again in Encinitas and considered going, however my cousin and her husband were visiting from out of town that weekend, so I decided not to go. Fortunately for me, I saw Monica in a waiting room bathroom a few days before her event (so sorry about that Monica). She came in after me, so it truly was a chance meeting. I introduced myself (first name only) and she was very kind as we briefly chatted about our injuries. Later that day I went home and was surprised to learn that her June 22nd event hadn’t sold out yet. The number 22 is my lucky number, and the odds of seeing her at the doctors office (I broke my foot the same week she broke her ankle) was so unlikely that of course I took it as a sign to order tickets for my visitors and myself. Did I manifest this meeting or did spirit bring us together? Who knows? I was clearly meant to go, and I was meant to get a reading. The evening started out with amazing readings for others in the first half of the event. Monica's broken ankle began hurting, so she tried sitting in a chair to rest her leg, but decided she needed to be standing in order to continue with her next reading. She actually took it a step further and put her peg leg crutch back on (aiding her ability to walk with her broken ankle) and came off the stage and down the aisle near me. She ended up right next to us and said that someone in our area lost a husband. It was me! I couldn’t believe it! She started to describe my husband’s personality, details of his long illness and his passing, validations about our three children and our dog, signs that he sends, and many other messages which were all very accurate. She said he was saying that I was wearing his wedding ring. True. Interestingly, I came across his wedding ring the week before and decided to wear it for awhile (I did not put it on specifically for the event). I hadn’t worn it much over the last few years, but enjoyed seeing it on my hand again (I had it sized to fit me after he passed). She went on to say that my husband was a very logical and scientific person, who probably would not have gone to an event like this. She was right. She said she saw green scrubs and asked if he was in the medical profession, validating that he was a doctor. She brought through details I would never have admitted that to anyone, but were completely relevant. But the most surprising validation of all was when she did a little dance move with her hands, and said she didn’t understand what it meant but she was getting a strong Indian Bollywood vibe, and asked me what that was about. I told her that my husband was from India. What I didn’t tell her was that he was fascinated with the production of Indian movies, and mingled with producers and directors who made them. I am a blonde white woman with hazel eyes, not wearing any Indian jewelry or Indian clothes. Monica not only surprised me, but surprised herself with that, as I was one of the whitest ladies in the room, there's no way she could have possibly guessed that. Wow! My mother also came through. Monica said she had a shorter illness, as compared to my husband. She said she spiraled down quickly. My mother had Alzheimers but physically was very healthy. Her health actually did spiral down suddenly, for no apparent reason, and she was gone within a month. She talked to me about my two siblings and had messages for me to pass along to them. She then said my parents were apart for a long time. Correct. Divorced. Correct. She picked up on my mom’s anger toward my father while she was still alive and how he had been a S.O.B. here on earth. Not exactly the words my mother would have used, but definitely the sentiment. She said my mother was very opinionated. Correct again. Then she shifted back to my husband. She said he kept saying “Heaven, Heaven, Heaven.” I told him that if he could ever communicate with me from beyond, to let me know if there really is a Heaven. I guess there is! He then told her that I’m still so beautiful, probably knowing that I have not felt beautiful in a very long time. He said we were soul mates and Monica continued to share messages from him that I did not realize how much I needed to hear until now. We were together for more than 30 years, and I guess I still needed validation from him because about 2 years into his battle with cancer, he had a stroke. His emotions went flat. He changed from being a very talkative expressive thoughtful man to a quiet subdued soul who struggled to find his words. He was like that for 3 more years until he passed. This was the most difficult part of caregiving for me because we didn’t interact the same way as we had before his stroke and it felt like some type of connection was lost between us. It felt like a part of him died 3 years before he actually passed. Logically I understood and accepted it, but I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear from the guy I once knew and fell in love with. I needed to know that he really appreciated our life together and that I could move on, knowing that I was loved. This reading has filled a void and was so healing for me. I will always cherish it in my heart. Monica gave me that one last moment with my loved ones and I will never forget it and will be forever grateful to her.