|Light of Angels -- My Life changed the day I died.
I left New York, a failing marriage, a wreck from my chronic kidney problems to live out my last wish of living on a motor yacht. Traveling from Palm Beach to the Bahamas I was caught in a storm.
Its still vivid in my mind. Huge waves crashing over the bow, the boat violently pounding up and down, the life raft suddenly ripped from the boat. The storm, felt like it would never end. Somehow after what seemed like days, the storm pushed the boat back towards the shore.
The pounding in the storm had taken its toll on my kidneys. It was like someone was sticking a knife through them. Every muscle ached, even my bones hurt. The pain was so excruciating, even the pillow hurt my head. I had suffered with this pain since I was four years old, I just couldnt take it anymore. My kidneys were failing and I had no more strength left to fight. Asking God to release me from my pain, I felt my self slipping away. My spirit being pulled from my body. I was being sucked up like a speck of dust. I kept thinking Im going so far away, I wouldnt know how to get back.
Suddenly there was a brilliant white light. I was drawn to it. Entering the light, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace and tranquillity. Several Angels emerged from the light. They had no distinct features, just silhouettes of glowing white light. Beams of light were emanating from them in all directions. Gracefully, these ethereal Angels floated towards me, surrounding and filling me with their healing light. It was then I realized that I too, was glowing with this radiant light. All the memories of my life were gone. I didnt even know my name. Nor did I know I had a life on earth. Suspended in this realm of light, the Angels began communicating directly to my spirit.
Then I heard a voice, telling me I had
to go back, I had a mission to complete. Suddenly, I was being pulled
from the light, I could see the boat. As I descended into the cabin, I
realized I was hovering above my dead body, my lips were blue and my skin
was chalk white. The weird thing was I had no attachment to it, nor any
desire to return to it. I wanted to go back to the light. I had been given
a second chance at life. I left my husband and our two million dollar
townhouse, and headed for Los Angles with just a suitcase and my talent
to pursue my dream. Many challenges faced me, but the Angels gave me the
strength to move forward, helping me to realize my dream and life purpose
to help the children. Because of my own miserable childhood which led
me to my first homeless experience when I was forced to run from an environment
which became life threatening in my teens. The desperate fight for survival
took me inside myself where I discovered a well of creativity. Since the
age of four an inner light has manifested through these hands as a gift
for painting. At that tender age I had an experience which left a deep
impression on my soul. My grandmother had taken me to the Metropolitan
Museum of Art. While we were walking around I suddenly became transfixed
by the Goya painting of a little boy in a red suit, "Don Manuel."
I stood unable to move, it was as if the painting spoke to me, and I knew
I would become an artist.
My 1997 paintings are inspired by my son Avery, who died June 1st, while I was giving birth to him. Throughout all of the darkness, there has been a consistent reminder of the light- always there, always shining, always guiding me- it is an experience which is very real and yet cannot be described with words. In fact I am grateful for the conflict because I believe the suffering has forced me to come closer to that divine light which shines in every one of us.
In 2000, Donna finds sancutuary painting
in a Roman Catholic church. These large fresco paintings are a process
that takes 6-12 months. To prepare she prays and meditates to recieve
her angelic visions.