I marveled at the significance of the mysterious image lingering in my imagination and the extrasensory method of communication that seemed to spiritually and biologically connect me with the mother I had never met. I closed my eyes tightly and passionately tried to use my extrasensory powers under the light of the full moon to see if intuition or clairvoyance could provide me with a helpful clue to the true identity and location of my mother…
“When I first saw a picture of my mother a tremendous exhilaration of ecclesiastic fulfillment and ecstatic feelings of self-discovery overcame me. Perhaps, I was born with a vacant spot in my heart and as the vacuum of emptiness was dramatically filled with the hope of reuniting with her, the idea of the reunion experience created a euphoria that weakened my knees and sent chills down my spine.” —Judith Land, Author & adoptee
I never professed to know anything about extrasensory perceptions, sixth senses, or paranormal communication, but the idea was always lurking in the back of my consciousness. The spiritual essence of my mother seemed to be a life force that fueled the beacon of hope that lit my path and gave me the confidence to steadfastly remain on course. It seemed as though I was driven by a noble instinct much grander than my mind’s image of her. Despite having never met her, and the great distance and gaping interlude in time between us, the flickering glow of her apparition haunted me because I was naturally drawn to find her, like a firefly attracted to the light of the moon. A mysterious wraithlike image of her lingered in my imagination like a wisp of a cloud in the moonlight. Perhaps, her brainwaves were seamlessly transmitted unconsciously resonating from her dreams when she was sleeping. Her essence was strong—leaving me to wonder if we shared the same intangible thoughts in our DNA or possessed extraordinary, invisible forms of mental telepathy and clairvoyance generated by an unknown force that spiritually connected us as mother and daughter.
The mysterious seductiveness and compelling urges that lured me to find my mother were strongest at night under the influence of the full moon when I steadfastly believed that I would find her someday. These were the times when my spiritual connection with her reached its zenith, my emotional intensity was highest, and the seductiveness of the journey to find her by retracing my tracks in the sands of time through the labyrinth of life was the most compelling. Was the full moon responsible for stimulating my passions, strengthening my resolve, and increasing my will to succeed by stimulating a powerful mind-set motivated by optimism and positive thoughts of an eventual reunion with her? I believe it was.
Judith Land
Adoption Detective: Memoir of an Adopted Child 
One of my best friends adopted a baby girl via an open adoption. She’s stayed in close contact with the birth mom and so has her daughter. She tells me how amazing it is that her daughter has many traits of her birth mother – not only the same body type, but personality traits, choice of spiritual practice and smile as well. She’s very different than the mom who raised her, and is sure her daughter got these things psychically from her birth mom as she’s not spent more than 3 or 4 overnights with her birth mom, all other visits have been just a few hours each. The girl is 21 now.