Marilyn Brodhurst sends these comments and picture

In March of 2005 I had a reading with Ellie Drew. I asked about my coming grandson. Ellie said, among other things, that he would be very "alert." She kept coming back to the word "alert" whenever I would talk about him. At the time my daughter and son-in-law couldn't agree on a name. Finally they started over and decided on Gavin Alexander because the name "Gavin" had appeared two or three times to each of them within a few weeks in various ways. When I asked my daughter what "Gavin" meant she said, "ALERT!" Needless to say I wasn't surprised!  Here is a grandmother's proud picture of Gavin.

Ellie reports about an amazing reading to friends

I did a reading for a mother today who lost her son to a motorcycle accident about 8 weeks ago, 8 weeks before graduation! Zack was a graduating senior this year (2005) like our own kids. Besides the many messages for her and the family members, Zack was urgent to tell her to look in his TOP drawer on the LEFT side—not on the right, but on the LEFT. He said that there was something “really important” there that would help heal their pain. He was very insistent. The poems below are what she found in his top drawer on the left side. Doing the reading for this mother was the first time I accepted this annoying gift I have as a true gift of healing. Zack brought healing to us both! Love, Ellie

MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go.

THE PRAYER OF A PARENT
Build me a son, Oh Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak,
And brave enough to face himself when he is afraid.
One who will be proud and unbending in defeat,
But humble and gentle in victory.
A son who will know that to know himself
Is the foundation stone of all true knowledge.
Rear him, I pray,
Not in the paths of ease and comfort,
But under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenges.
Here let him learn to stand up in the storm,
Here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men.
Build me a son whose heart will be clean, Whose goal will be high.
One who will learn to laugh, Yet never forget how to weep.
One who will reach into the future, Yet never forget the past.
And after all these are his I pray,
Enough of a sense of humor so that he may always be serious,
Yet never take himself too seriously,
A touch of humility so that he may always remember
The simplicity of true greatness,
The open mind of true wisdom,
The meekness of true wisdom and strength,
Then, I will date in the sacred recesses of my own heart,
To whisper, "I have not lived in vain!"

From Zack’s Mom: (See Zack Pillows story below!)

“Dear Ellie, Thank you, again, for helping us. You have a wonderful gift that helped when no other thing could. I am thinking about your suggestions: the “Zach Pillows,” and the group sessions with you (and renting a room in your house!) just a joke. You are wonderful. Love, Phyllis”

From Zack’s Referral, Anna

“I once again wanted to say Thank You. I got a call from my friend Phyllis and she said she spoke with you today, and for the first time since Zack died she sounded like the "old Phyllis." She is really looking forward to her visit with you tomorrow. I told her wonderful things about you and that she was in the best hands possible. I was so relieved to be able to finally share with her the reading you did for me shortly after Zack died. What a relief! I am such a chicken but I told her it would have killed me if I hurt her with the information not knowing how she would have taken it. She laughed and looked beyond her sorrow tonight. Your words over the phone were healing.”

After Phyllis’s reading Anna continues

“Ellie you have a wonderful gift. Phyllis cannot say enough about you, she said she thinks you ‘saved her life’ and that gave her back her light and desire to live.”

“Make a Zack Pillow!”

In the midst of a reading I was doing for Phyllis, who had lost her graduating senior son, the mother burst into tears saying, “But I can’t wrestle him down and hug him any more!” Out of exasperation for his mother’s tears Zack yells from the Spirit Realm, “So make a Zack pillow!” I immediately see a torso sized pillow that she could hold when she was sad and missing him. From that time on I keep hearing “Zack Pillows!” I see a tag with a stylized font saying “ZACK,” with “Pillow” in a regular font smaller and under ZACK. For anyone who has lost a loved one I encourage you to make a ZACK Pillow when you are sad and missing them! It can be a decorative pillow on the couch that no one but you has to know about, or it could be the pillow your loved one slept with. It can be a stuffed animal, or any size of pillow! Large, small, plain, fancy. Imagine you are holding your loved one and talk to them. It means the world to them when you do because they know YOU know they are okay. When you don’t KNOW they are okay, this is what distresses them the most, because they are trying to communicate to you they ARE okay. Watch for “signs” that they are trying to communicate with you. Zack showed me a group of other young people who had crossed over (vs died!) that he hung out with. They were all comparing notes about the techniques they used to communicate with their families to let them know they were alive and okay, and using what others in the group found worked. It was very sweet, and very funny, and a very teenage thing to do.