FEAR - THE MOST FEARFUL OF ALL THINGS

    The emotion of fear is in fact, the most fearful of all things. And the fear of death is one of its most prolific cultivations. It seems to be at the root of all adversity, the driving force used by fearful people to control their environment. Have you noticed how fearful people become mean people, offensive human beings, unhappy and vengeful? In its worst disguise I think fear is a killer of all that this happy, peaceful and loving.
     It is one of the reasons I felt compelled to write "By Morning's Light". My thinking was that if I could lessen the fear of dying by taking some of the fear out of the great unknown, I could bring some peace to people and in so doing, make this world a little happier, less stressed and allow people to fill that space with the far greater emotion of love - for each other and the world we live in.
     Wouldn't that be luverly!
     But sadly, there are people who are afraid to read the book because it might scare them. Fear of death and the unknown are in control here. Think so? Fear of sorrow and sadness.
     What if by reading this book you learned that there is nothing to fear?
     The great Hindu pacifist, Mohandas Ghandi has been quoted as saying that the more he thought about it, the more he studied, the more he became convinced that sorrow over death maybe the greatest illusion. "There is no death," he said. "No separation of substance." 
    What if by reading "By Morning's Light," I could show you that we don't die? Our physical bodies stop working when, for whatever reason, old age, illness or accident, the source of their energy departs. But in the reality of the collective consciousness, their spiritual energy is still very much alive, very much within our own sphere of consciousness, our own physical and ethereal space. It hasn't left us.
     But you already know this. You're just not sure you believe it. Have you ever felt a spirit? Or seen one in a dream? Most of us have felt the presence of loved ones who have left this earth. And most of us shake our heads in disbelief and say, "I must have had too much coffee." Or "Pure coincidence! Only a dream!"
     It's not easy to admit you've seen a ghost. Nobody wants to feel like an idiot. And its not surprising - it wasn't so long ago that some of us were burned at the stake for believing such things. The whole village showed up for the fireworks!
     Well, I believe such things, and I'm not afraid of institutional councils or inquisitions. I'm hoping to light up the village in a very different way, with light that can permeate the darkest part of our greatest fear - the fear of death.
    We don't die, she says! What nonsense.
     But what if I'm right. What if I could crack that window open for you, allowing you to light up the dark for a minute, an hour - maybe longer.
     My book has done, and is doing, that for thousands of people. It's a great read. Sad, sure. But mostly happy, uplifting, funny and very real. It's a quick read with the most common comment being "I couldn't put it down.
     I hope you'll read it and if you get to the end of it I hope that even if you're not convinced, you'll ask yourself, "What if? What if Ginny's right?"
     And he book will have done its job.
   
     Tomorrow I'll write about my cat - who is afraid of nothing. :)   
     
    
     

GO TEAM!!

Hi Everyone,

Tomorrow, the publisher of  'By Morning's Light' pulls their safety net out from under me, leaving me to carry on the publicity with out them. I have no complaints. They've given me three good months of their weight behind the book, as well as the force of their publicity team headlining and spot-lighting the title, but now it's time for them to move onto the next batch of books and leave me to my own devices. Sink or swim in other words.
So, I"M SWIMMING!  Who'd like to be on  my team? One way or another, I'm pushing this book to the NYT Bestseller list - are you coming? Climb aboard - when we can afford it, there'll be cocktails all around but for now we've got to get paddling. (The 200 hp Mercury outboard motor is on order)
     Here's what I'm talking about: I was in Barnes & Noble a couple of days ago, nonchalantly walking by the bookshelf that hold's "By Morning's Light." A man was standing there reading something else.NOT my book. So I wandered by, lightly and breezily - humming a little tune - and with a great deal of cooool I casually pointed to my book and said, "Have you read this book?" He jumped and shook his head looking a little panicked. "Well, you have to read it," said I. "It's absolutely amazing !" And wandered off before he could turn it over and see the picture on the cover.
     Now. That was a mistake according to one of the team. "You should have offered to sign it!" She said. And she's right. Put the thing in his hands and pull out a pen and before you know it he's wandering towards the check-out looking dazed. That's strategy # 1.
So, team, next time you're in any bookstore that's carrying The Book, you know what to do. And if he has a friend, give them two. Desperate times call for desperate measures so the tough have to get going. Try not to shove or push anyone up against the wall though. Threats are out, unless you can come up with something like, "I think I'm going to cry ..." Only works with some men, so not totally reliable."Buy it or else!" - not so much...
     If you're in a bookstore that isn't carrying the book (God forbid) - casually ask, "Why the Hell not?"Grab a pen off the desk and write down "HOW TO ORDER! Llewellyn.com - Amazon.com -Ginnybrock-author.webs.com" And say "There! Don't you know this book is on it's way to the NYT Best Seller list? Everybody's asking for it!"  That's strategy #2
     Seriously. If you liked the book, please introduce it to your book clubs. If you know anyone you think it would help, give them a copy or go to the bookstore with them so you can show them where its stashed. (And look out for potential 'sales' at the same time) If you work for a hospice group, an intensive care facility, bookstores or libraries, or belong to women's groups, grief support  groups or any group - tell them about Morning's Light. That's strategy #3 
   
GO TEAM! I'm betting on YOU! (No whining!) We're going all the way to New York!!

How Cool is That!

     I love this book!
     "By Morning's Light" is minds, opening hearts and - guess what! Opening windows. To see through!
I have lost count of the readers who have called me or emailed or dropped a card to say something like : "You'll never guess what happened to me!"
     And then I hear, "I had this most amazing dream last night - I saw my mom for the first time since she died three years ago and she spoke to me! It looked like her - only younger - but most of all it felt like her and all the love I had came back and I realized it was still there and so is she."
     Another person wrote that he felt his brother walking beside him beside him as he walked to his car and when he turned the radio on, a favorite song that they used to ham it up, with kid microphones, was playing on the car radio.
    Someone else saw a rainbow as she was driving home and knew immediately that the son she lost was riding with her.   
     Someone else called me and said, "Strange thing happened last night! I dreamed I was walking along a ridge stepping very carefully because there was a steep drop on one side. Then I lost my footing in the dream and fell. I grabbed onto something, clutched onto the edge of the ridge to stop myself from falling - and woke up."
     What was so strange was that the next morning, this person was walking around a sail boat marina looking for boats that might be for sail and during his walk he went on board one of them and found himself walking somewhat precariously along the side deck holding onto stays and railings where he could, stepping very carefully. Then he came to a section where there was no rail and lost his footing. His foot slipped over the side and the next thing he knew he was headed for the water with his car keys, his cell phone and his wallet all about to get lost in the deep. He grabbed frantically at anything he could find to stop his fall and wound up dangling over the water, both hands clutching the edge of the deck. Eventually, a little bloodied and banged-up, he managed to heave himself on board and avoid a costly fall.
     One of those pre-cognitive dreams, you think? I think so.
     I have also had a lot of feed back from people who have asked for signs and gotten them - three-fold.      And one who avoided a certain street - for no reason - and only later discovered that a tractor trailer had overturned and spilled a noxious mess all over the area.
      I love it that just by reading the book, people are becoming more aware, more intuitive and starting to acknowledge those gifts that we all possesss. Learning to re-activate that wonderful 6th sense!
     How cool is that!
     Thank you all so much for sharing your experiences. It fills my heart to know that this book is talking to so many. If you haven't felt it yet, you will, and when you do, you'll find that it takes you on a journey of exploring new perspectives, other worlds and exciting new frontiers, dimensions and forgotten existences.
     Too, too cool!
 

Infinity.................................................................

What a word - infinity - something without end. The word has the sound of a train whistle lonesome and long, winding its way across endless prairies and mountains that pick up the sound and carry it forward into an infinite time space.
I must have been about ten when I first heard that word. That impressionable age where all kinds of weird things matter. Infinity was one of those things in my world and outside of it and way outside of that .... that really mattered. I can remember lying awake one night trying to imagine infinity. My father said that trying to imagine infinity will drive you mad, so I quit. Things were confusing enough as it was without having to deal with madness.
When it was first explained to me (in so far as anyone can explain it) my forth grade teacher said, "Imagine a bird building a mountain higher than Everest. To build the mountain he will have to carry one grain of sand at a time from all the seashores surrounding all the continents and islands of the earth. When he has done that, he will be just be at the start of infinity. Yup.
Lying there in bed my mind reeling from this thought I began to wonder where would he go next? Would he clean out the deserts? The prairies? And when that was done would he leave our world for other worlds and then other universes? Dear God! This infinity thing can go on and on! 
How many universes are there?
Don't even go there. If you do, you may as well call up the paddy wagon - right now. How many galaxies are there? Too many.
And what about those millions of galaxies and billions of universes? Are we the only life there is?
Sleep well  :)

Multiple Shades of Blue

     "The Blues don' Care Whose Got 'em." Ain't that the truth.
     I don't often get depressed or down or covered up by the blues. But August will do that to me. I can feel myself going down sometime in the first week and things get a little worse every day and because it's been a year since this happened, I've forgotten why it's happening. So while I'm sitting there feeling low and racking my brain for answers, feeling like a dork which brings on another shade of blue, and that curly blob of white matter that's my brain is tossing out things like, "Your dock blowing away is enough to give anyone the blues!" True. But it can be fixed. Anything that you can fix is not a problem, I say. And then it comes up with the cracked tooth. What about the cracked tooth? Yup. the one I thought I was going to have to refinance the house to pay for (that'll give you a deeper shade of blues) and don't forget the filling that fell out  - that was months ago, I remind my brain - Well, it says, I'm out of reasons - except that the cat peed on your new bath mat.
     I remember that. I'm hoping Miss Kitty's got a pale shade of the blues following my raised voice and door slamming behind her. But of course she hasn't. The door slamming may have given her pause for thought simply because it closed off the entrance to her automatic feeder but other than that, she feels she's made her point about me going away for two days.
     After a few days, my brain stops thinking, and I hear a whisper, "It was in August that you saw Drew for the last time."  
     Of course. It's strange how your heart, your spirit remembers and creates a physical reaction long before you've figured out, why all of a sudden, you're sad.
    Knowing what's wrong helps. I can find the way out.
    I adjust my sails and catch the first wind out of this blue morass. I leave my busy, physical brain behind and sail my mythical ship out into the ocean where the deep blue waves are smooth and long, cresting and retreating into never ending valleys, smoothing the way, evening out the the course. A course that is peaceful and very beautiful in its indigo mood. My being fills with its lullaby as starlight stabs pricks the darkness and my heart rests.  
     Soon I will notice the sunlight sparking the depths of this ocean, lighting the blues that color its surface with the translucence of violet and turquoise. And not long after that, the light-filled waves will lift my boat easing it towards the pale blue, shallow waters of the bay - a safe and peaceful harbor.

     And I will live another day to deal with Miss Kitty. Lucky for her, or she'd have to bone up on her hunting skills which might bring her down with a terrible case of the blues.
     So keep this thought. When the winds get low, pick up the oars and paddle. Keep paddling. Or as they say in Virginia, "Keep on Keepin' on!"
     
  

Out of the Mouths of Babes

   Why do we say "Out of the Mouths of Babes"  when a child pops out with an undeniable truth or observation?
   I have an idea. If you believe as I do, (or even play with that belief) you know that we are much more than human from the time we slide into this human reality. We're much more interesting than that! We're spirits, who've decided to get out feet wet in this ocean of emotional, volitile, happy, sad, human condition. And as such, isn't it reasonable to believe that the newest earth-comers, our children, still remember where they came from? The memories are fresh. And if you can remember where you came from, you probably haven't lost those truths and values that are part of the spirit you. So, every so often, something clicks, and one of those truths leak through intact. Pay close attention. There's much to be re-learned.
   Our grown up truths are, sadly, no longer intact. For most of us, they've been twisted or changed or re-interpreted to mean something they don't mean at all. Sometimes the things we pop out with are just plain nonsense.
   You know as well as I do that we're all vulnerable to the manipulation and distortion of our thoughts and highest ideals. Sometimes we recognize the manipulation that's taking place and can switch back to what we know to be true, but sometimes we don't. It's just part of being human and one of those challenges that we struggle with.
   Young children are different.They haven't been here long enough to have had their minds and spirits distorted. Mainly because we, the 'grown ups' have been too busy teaching them how to walk and talk. It's only later that we start messing with their thoughts.
The exciting thing to me is that if left alone, young children can tell you a lot about where they came from. And the stork didn't have much to do with it.
Try asking an under-five year old, "Where were you before you got here? Before you were born." When I asked my granddaughter that she looked at me as though I'd flipped and said, "My mommy's tummy, Mimi!"  Don't you know anything, Mimi  implied. So you may have to persevere. Say, "Yes, I know that but what about before you were in your mommy's tummy?" Watch the facial expression, the hand movements and then listen to the answer. Fascinating. If you wait too long it'll be too late because someone will have told them not to tell lies or  "That's nonsense!" They know it's not but they shut down.
     My grand mother encouraged me and I encouraged mine, and I am especially aware of what my grand children say.
     Have fun with it. Don't you like to share memories? So do they.

 

July 21st 2012

Today is Drew's 30th birthday. He said to me once, when he was 17, hot and sweaty on the way home from football practice, ""I don't think I'm going to live to be very old." Well, he was right - he wouldn't be here on earth, living with us on this earthly plain today - when he should have turned thirty earth years old.

But strange things happen around my house, as you may have read, and today was no exception. Make of this what you will.

Karen and Michael, my two adult children arrived today with Mary Katherine and Randy and all of their children - my grandchildren. This made a difficult day much easier for me, as you can imagine. Children charging all over the place, (Miss Kitty flew the coop) baseball lit up the TV most of the afternoon, and plans for the week were tumbling over each other as they dug out skies, kayaks and paddles, tubes and pumps for the tubes and the blow up beds.

We also had a birthday party - for Drew, and for all of us because living all over the country, we don't often get to spend a birthday together. Two cakes, chocolate and vanilla - and candles. We lit the candles, gathered everyone around the table and as we began to sing Happy Birthday to Everybody, ONE candle blew out. All the others stayed lit throughout the song. Obviously someone puffed too hard on the "Hhhhappy... " and possibly blew ONE candle out - and only one candle - right at the beginning of the song.
It's the timing that's important. And its significance.

And I don't believe in Coincidence. Think Drew was there? Duh! :)

Does Like Attract Like?

Does it? It all depends.
If I'm walking along a sidewalk on my way to work, irritated to death with being bumped and jostled, looking  disgusted, possibly thunderous, I can promise you, no one looking at me is going to feel like smiling and spreading rose petals around my feet. Chances are, I'm going to make them feel even more disgusted than they thought they were when they joined this rat race.  On the other hand if I'm walking along a sidewalk humming a ditty, beaming at everyone I see, spreading good cheer and jolly good vibes - at 7:30 a.m. - someone walking around looking thunderous is going to sock me!
So, No. Like does not always attract like. It's like most things - use your common sense. Or your intuition. Intuition works well and isn't threatening.
At a recent book presentation, a young woman approached me and said, "I'm so confused. You read all this stuff about "Don't be negative, it attracts negativity. Stay positive at all times ..." Here's the problem, I have a good friend who's just lost a young child. I feel so sad (negative) when I'm around her that I'm scared to death this stuff is catching and if I spend too much time with her it's going to contaminate me and I may lose my own five year old child!"
No, no, and NO!
What happened to the child that died had nothing to do with anybody but that child's spirit. Here's what I believe: A spirit is born into this world for a purpose, and when it has accomplished what it came in to do, it leaves. A spirit enters this world in human form with its very own agenda. Its has its own blueprint that's charted the course of this life on earth. Nobody can change that! Not a mother, not a father, not a friend. No matter how positive or negative everyone is. The spirit itself is the only one that can change the course of that blueprint. That spirit could be surrounded with negativity and live to be a Katie Couric or a Queen Elizabeth or Donald Trump - if that's what it's plan is. Alternatively, it could be surrounded by loving people, good teachers and good friends and die young for a million other reasons - according to its blueprint.
So please know this, your friends who have lost children need you. They've lost too much already to have to face losing you - because you're afraid to get too close to them because it's just too sad and it might cause you to lose someone you love. It doesn't work that way. This is not contagious.
But I don't blame anyone for wanting to shy away. Death in our culture is a scary thing. It's much easier to deal with if we don't go near it.And the thought of losing a child is a very, very scary thing. So, stand back if it helps, think it through, be okay with it if you can and even if you can't, remember that friend whose reality this has become. Be there. Be honest, all it takes is something like - "I have no idea what you must be going through - but I'm here if you need me." 
What helped me the most was to be able to talk about Drew. So next time you see me say, "Tell me about your son." And I will give you the biggest smile you've ever seen and love you for asking. And bend your ear for the next three hours - or until you sock me.
So, get over it, worried Girlfriend, uncomfortable Man friend - help us deal with something that was completely foreign to us too - before all this happened. :)
 

When the GPS Screws UP!!

I've had some wonderful comments regarding "By Morning's Light" - from people I know, of course and many I don't.

It's so gratifying when people say how much this has helped them through a very bad stretch - or maybe someone they know. And when they tell me they've picked up several copies for people they think it will help - I'm blown away. Made speechless by your thoughtfulness and kindness. And it confirms to me that we're all in this together. We're all walking through this life side by side, and for the most part, we're all reaching out to help each other - to give one another a hand across a chasm in the road, a place where the road has  washed away - or where the fog is too dense to see... And while you're standing there spinning in your tracks, shaking your head, thinking "This isn't where I planned to be! Did I miss the road? What's going on?What the heck happened! Damn GPS!" Someone will reach out and say, "I'm here, hold on, we'll find your way back. We'll do this together."

Someone reached out to me not long after this happened to Drew, handed me a journal and said, "Write it all down. Everything. Every thought, every feeling, every memory." This dear friend knew about "chatharsis". She knew that by writing it all down, I would begin to feel better. I wasn't even thinking 'catharsis,' probably couldn't spell it either, but after a while I followed her advice. And as I wrote and relived Drew's life and his death, a strange thing happened. I began to look forward to "journaling" every day. (Something I'd never done.) And about 6 months into this, I actually could feel the load lightening, the darkness lifting. It was then that I began to think that if this could lift me - even a little bit - it might do the same for others And the more I thought about it the more the idea to put it into book form began to grow. And soon, "By Morning's Light" was born - thanks to a friend who reached out and helped me take the first step forward. That was Cindy.

I'm so glad we're all walking through this life together. I would have been lost without you.

The Sixth Sense

As you read "By Morning's Light" you may be thinking to yourself, "That's fine for Ginny - she can see things other people can't - she must be some sort of 'psychic' or one of those woo woo weirdos that can read your mind."

Not so. What I'm doing in "By  Morning's Light", is using my intuition and Sixth Sense. We are all intuitive to one degree or another and we all have a Sixth Sense whether we know it or not, but as we've become more and more physically sophisticated, we've come to rely almost exclusively on the physical senses we possess. Such as sight, hearing, smell, and touch (I've drawn a blank on the 5th) And in that evolutionary process, the Sixth Sense has been pushed aside and overtaken.

The good news is that with a little effort it can be brought out of hiding and revitalized. And we can all do it.  Everyone reading this has experienced it at some time in their lives. Have you ever met a stranger and taken an immediate liking - or dislike too? The physical you has almost no information to base that feeling on, but somehow, a part of you is Very Sure. That would be Intuition. And it's very accurate - partly because there's no interference from the rationalizing, analyzing physical you. It's a "sudden flash of intuition."

Yesterday I was in the bank and the teller was counting out money in front of me, fully focused on the count when I noticed another bank person come in behind her with a message. The counting teller was looking down at the desk, focused on her hands flipping through the money, when she suddenly said, "I have company." Without any help from her physical eyes or ears, she knew someone was standing behind her - too far from her to pick up the heat energy or any other physical clue. Her Sixth Sense, unhampered by the physical had kicked in and picked up the "intruder".

I'm told that people who are sight or hearing impaired, use that Sixth Sense automatically. Of course!

There's another facet to this. There are those times in the early morning hours just before waking and late at night just before sleeps comes, when the physical mind is uncluttered with thought, the conscious mind is falling asleep or not yet quite awake, when the Sixth Sense kicks in in a big way. Automatically. This is when those dreams - those very real dreams or snippets of dreams happen. Clear, lucid, significant thought dreams. Pay attention to them.

Awareness is key to the development of this sense. And like anything, the more you use it the sharper it becomes. I've been developing mine for many years. Ever since, as a child, I recognized my intuition and treated it as solidly as I did my hearing or eye sight. I acknowledged it and came to rely on it and gave it room to grow. You can do it too.

Until next time - or perhaps we'll meet up in a beautiful dream. Have Fun!

The Beach

I spent two days this week at Virginia Beach on the east coast, about an hour or so south of Williamsburg, a stone's throw from Norfolk. I love this place! It's been called "scruffy", "commercial",  and a few other misleading things. In reality, it has the most beautiful, the tidiest and cleanest beach on the coast. It is rimmed by a boardwalk, lawns, and a bike trail. No homes are built on the sand, blocking access, no "private" areas forbidden to visitors. And a "strip"  full of fun entertainment.What's not to love?

When I wasn't splashing in the surf and walking the beach listening to music, I was at the Edgar Cayce Center signing copies of my book, "By Morning's Light". How great was that! I had the most wonderful time, met so many neat people who came from all over the country and beyond. They were all there attending a big week long members conference.

Now listen to this! I found myself staying late the first afternoon I was there and reading excerpts from the book to several people who were interested. The part I read over and over was the piece where I describe the 3: 00 a.m. phone call from my son where I heard,"Hi!" "Hi Mom." Leaving me in no doubt that it was him. If you've read the book you'll understand the reference.

So, the next morning, I got up early - before six, when there were only a few people on the beach and the newly risen sun. And there, right below my hotel balcony, were the words, written on the freshly swept beach, "Hi Mom." 

What are the odds that this would be written on the only morning I was there, right under my room? By Morning's Light .... the most beautiful yellow sunlight, shining on the sand, lighting up my world.

How absolutely GREAT!

Book Signing

Hi Everyone,

If anyone is going to be in Virginia Beach VA on Wednesday and Thursday at lunchtime, I am going to be signing books at The Edgar Cayce center, and I would love to see you. Wow!

He's an original. They called him The Sleeping Profit.

Edgar Casey was born in Kentucky and lived in the early part of the last century. He would lie down on his couch, fall asleep and deliver medical preictions for people. He wasn't a doctor. He was a man of the church with the huge gift of prophecy.

If you're interested, there is a biograpy called The Story of Edgar Cayce - "There is a river..."

His center, The Association for Research and Enlightenment (A.R.E) are located on Atlantic Avenue in Virginia Beach. They are a study center for the promotion of Enlightenment and along with classes, seminars and  conferences, they have an extensive library, Yoga center, Spa and bookstore.
An interesting place to visit and browse.

And then you can go to the beach and  ... meditate beside the ocean listening to the sound of the sea and the birds. Have FUN!

Lighting the Heart Path

A few days ago I met a lovely person who came up to the table at a book signing, took my hand and said, "Thank you for writing this book." She told me the story of three children who lost their parents at very young ages and were adopted by a relentlessly cruel person. All her young life, this woman wondered about her birth mother. Who was she? What would it have been like to have her with them ... and then one night she had one of those dreams that weren't really dreams. There was a woman she didn't recognize but one that made her feel secure and loved.

When she described her to her oldest sibling - the only one of the children who
remembered their mother - the dream lady was identified.
The children's mother has been with them all their lives. She has never left them. 
 
Now it was my turn to be touched and taught by one of my readers. "You just know," this lady said to me. "When something like this happens you just know it's true. You can't explain it.

She thanked me again for the book which she said, she related to completely.
Thank you, my friend. Thank you for sharing your story which will touch many, many hearts. You and I both know who will be waiting for you when the time comes for you to leave this plane.

I also want to thank the adoptive parents that I know who are kind, generous wonderful people. You are earth's angels and you inpire me and everyone you touch. This story will touch them too.

Friends on Many Levels

I'm so darn lucky to have you all as friends! My women friends, my men friends, family friends (You know well no matter how hard you try - or not - there are some family members that may never be friends) Work friends, exercise friends, writing buddies, face book friends, Linked in and linked up friends, dance friends old friends and new friends. Oh WOW! You fill up my life and make me the luckiest person on earth.

Because of you, I can look forward to each day. I look forward to the mornings, afternoons and evenings when we may spend time together. A phone call, a cup of coffee, a Zumba class (can we do lunch? :) and dinner for two or three or four or ten or just a walk in the park. Or an email.
Because of you, I'm inspired to write. You give me ideas and encouragement and cheer me on like a marching band.
You were there during the writing of By Morning's Light, during the anxious search for a publisher, through the many edits, the re-writes, the final joyful publishing moment and now the reading of my story, the push to get it spread all over the world, your beautiful observations, your happiness for me, your encouragement at every turn. I am so thankful for each and everyone of you. For a word meister - I'm lost for words.
I'm so darn lucky to have you all as friends.  

Hi Everyone,


I knew this book could help people who were struggling with the loss of someone they love but I never knew how much it would mean to people struggling with "What happens after we die?"

We don't talk much about death in our culture. It's upsetting, we don't want to catch it's eye, we don't want to feel it anywhere near us. Of course not. But sometimes in the quietness of late night thoughts, or sitting at the bedside of someone who's sick, or maybe reeling in shock at the news of sudden death, its shadowy entity comes creeping into our consciousness. What happens to them? What will happen to us?

In my book, "By Morning's Light" I've tried to push back the darkness surrounding all this and bring in the light. Dark cannot live in the presence of light. Fear cannot live in the presence of joy. I've felt both but never at the same time.

In this book, I've tried to show that dying is not the end of life. I've tried to pierce the dark fear we have of obliteration, eternal darkness, and oblivion with new light, new life, bright with promise and reunion.
 And the reason I've done that, is because I can. I've seen what's out there. I know where we'll be at the end of this earthly light. This whole experience of Drew's passing has taken away all fear of death for me. He's shown me that he is more alive now than he ever was - and we will be too.

And because you've asked, "No. I have seen no HELL on the other side." I've been shown a level of the hereafter that is full of warmth, peace and happiness. There may be other levels for those who have to be helped through the end of challenging lives. And if there are, I believe they will receive all the help they need from beings much more enlightened than we are. They will be reconditioned following terrible lives on earth. And from what I've seen, they too will be at peace. There is no vengeance, no spitefully harsh justice for our very human failings.

The pitchforks? The firey lakes? Demons stirring cauldrons of flame? With us standing shivering on the side lines waiting to be cooked? What do you think? I think this is FEAR. Used by people who are trying to control the rest of us.This is not the work of a loving God. Not my God. Not my Father.

So sleep peacefully tonight. Heaven is watching you and you are surrounded by its light.

Don't forget the website. It has the book signing and presentation events, dates and places.

 http://www.ginnybrock-author.webs.com/

Your Thoughts

Well, the book was released a month early. I don't know why.

I am so gratified by what you're all saying about "By Morning's Light".  So many of you who've been so kind as to buy the book and read it tell me you cannot put it down! You tell me that it makes you cry then it makes you laugh and then it makes you cry and laugh again. That's what it is supposed to do.

I'm hoping it will reach everyone who needs it, everyone it can help and it's for anyone who's struggling with a loss. And anyone who cares about someone struggling. Please help me reach out by writing a review on Amazon.com By Morning's Light.

Or http://.amazon.com/By-Morning's-Light-Reconnection-hereafter/ and go to Reviews. Just a line or two would be wonderful.     

The writing of this book and the whole process of grieving has been a roller coaster of emotions. But for anyone who is afraid to read it because you think it's going to be too sad - don't be. Drew was happy, loving, funny and full of life. There's no way I could have written a sorrowful, dragging, tearful story about him. He was and is a vital life force. And whereas I haven't disguised the sadness - it is a part of the story - I haven't dropped the book's tone into an abyss of grief. Never! Drew wouldn't have it!

Keep reading. And please know that I thank you with all my heart.

Another Coincidence?

As you know, I don't believe in coincidences. I mean come on! When they come in droves and they stack up on a bed of synchronicity ... there's something else going on.


Of course anything is possible, if you ask me - and it's possible that my publisher Llewellyn Worldwide moved heaven and earth to get my book released over the Mother's Day weekend. Shook everything up, shuffled things around to have it in my hands on Mother's Day. You think? This is a mega-publisher! They can't arrange such niceties. Even if my editor would really like that. No. I see the hand of Drew in this. Just the way he arranges for his friends to call me, to stop by - or sends orchids through one of them on Valentine's Day. Boys don't usually think of these things all by themselves... Do they?

I've been busy over the last few days, mailing copies to friends, signing copies for them and others and just as things were calming down a bit, my phone rang. It was a very close friend of Drew's and he said, "Did you call me?" No, I didn't. "Yes you did - this is Drew's Mom, right?" Yes it is. "Well, your phone just called me!" Really. "By the way, I've been busy but been meaning to ask you about the book you were writing ..."
I told him it was released that weekend and asked him if he'd like a copy. He would. Of courses he would. And Drew was reminding me to get him one.
Or was it a coincidence!  This stuff is so much fun!

"BY MORNING'S LIGHT"  Has been released!


The Book is out. I couldn't find it in all the bookstores yet, but both Llewellyn and Amazon have shipped the advance orders. The bookstores tell me they have it in their ware houses - soon to be on the shelves.


Thank you to all my friends who ordered the books. I hope you LOVE it!  And I hope you will recommend it to anyone who you think might benefit from reading it.

Drew's message was to share it: To let everyone know that there is no death. We transition to something totally fascinating. 

Love,

Ginny

Lights in the Night

My sister Toni who was very fond of Drew and misses him a lot, came with her friend Beth to visit me for five days. I put them both in downstairs bedrooms separated by a smaller room I call "The Children's Room". 

I call it that because it's the room that houses all their baby and  childhood photographs, pictures they've drawn over the years,  trophies that remind them of long forgotten triumphs on the playing fields and academic stages of their lives and a closet full of old clothes and a few toys I can't part with yet. Everything here is a reminder of the time these children were on loan to us. A time that in the scheme of things was much too short. 
Especially in Drew's case.

But he's not far away, it seems. On the first morning of my sister's stay, she arrived at the top of the stairs in her sweats looking for a cup of coffee. Her hair was askew (very) her face was pink and she was using her hands a lot as she spoke. 

"Last night, I said goodnight to Beth, walked through the Children's Room, turned off the lamp in there, went into my room and got into bed." She flung her hair back from her face. "I read for a while and was just about to turn my lamp off and go to sleep when I looked over tho the half open door of the kids room - and the light was on." 

"You made a mistake?" I asked. Although I was sure that she hadn't.

"No. I distinctly remember turning the light off because I had to hunt for the switch. I turned it off! Sister, My Sister. Off!"

"Okay." Said I.

"So I went back in and turned it off again. and went back to bed."


I waited.

"Half an hour later when I was almost asleep, I cracked my eyes open and there's Beth's standing beside my bed saying she thought I'd turned the light off in the Children's Room... I nodded and Beth said, "Well it's back on again!"  It's Drew, isn't it?" Toni said.


Of course it's Drew. "He came to play," I smiled.


It happened the following night too. But this time Toni decided to visit. "So I sat on the the bed in there and chatted, I asked how he was, told him how I was - said I liked being here - you know..."
She stopped for a moment. "And then I told him how glad I was he came."

***

 
 The same thing happens to the lights in the hotel in Colorado where Drew used to work.  And why wouldn't they? He continues to be the light in our lives he always was on earth.
 

If you're about my age, you've discovered the true value of friends.
The older I get the more valuable they get. Perhaps it's because at some point we all become each others eyes, noses and are able to borrow brains when ours crash.
My brain was headed for the cliff recently when I discovered that having found my way around simple emailing and figured out a blog site (with the help of friends) and even worked my way through a passable website, (friends again) I got on to A Shaft of Light -my blog- one morning, only to find that overnight everything had gone to hell!
Blogger was on its high horse saying it no longer 'supported' my browser. Its very hurtful to hear, "You are not my friend anymore"!!  Two days after this shocking revelation, brain spinning out of control, with no friends at "Blogger" I discovered, with the help of a friend what a "Browser " is. Good start. Step 1. Steps 2, 3, and 4 nearly sent me to a "home for the bewildered". Bewildered wasn't the word, actually! I was a sleepless, anxiety-ridden, blithering mess. Until! Trumpet fanfare - friends came to the rescue. 
They lent me their brains, gave me suggestions, interpreted the language and shone a light down the dark tunnel of computerdom.
And together we rode off into enlightenment singing campfire songs with a brand new best friend browser named Fire fox. What a fox! 
Thank you all for your help - when this brain of mine gets over this latest assault - you may borrow it. You may use it for whatever you think it's good for. It 'supports' you because you and it are friends. And what good are friends if you can't use them?
We're valuable.
 

Life Is Forever

It's Resurrection Day in the Christian tradition. It's a good tradition in my opinion, as it is a day of light, lilies and Life Everlasting. Whatever else I don't like about any organized religion, this is one tradition that has its roots in the fundamentals of a belief in the afterlife. That's something I can believe in and something I can actually attest to. And it's also the theme of my non-fiction book "By Morning's Light" which is a first-hand account of soul survival following the death of my son, Drew.

When I think about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, when I hear that the women of Galilee took the annointing oils to the tomb on Sunday morning only to find that he wasn't there - the rock that enclosed the tomb had been set aside and it was empty -  I can believe that. And then they tell us that two men, surrounded by dazzling light, appeared saying, "Why do you look for him here? Don't you remember he told you that day in Galilee that on the third day he would rise from the grave? Don't you know - he isn't here, he is alive." Duh!

So the women rushed back to town to tell everyone but of course no one believed them. But I do. Then they tell us that he appeared alongside two men on the road to Emmaus who were talking about the terrible happenings of the week before - but they didn't recognize him - Couldn't believe thier eyes, probably - until he sat down with them, broke bread in the biblical fashion  - and they knew who he was - but then he vanished. He appeared numerous other times according to the bible, and although the townspeople and the apostles knew him to be dead, when he said to them, "Why are you afraid? Can't you see it is I, Jesus. I'm alive!" They remembered what he had told him and believed.

So do I. I too went to the hospital the day after Drew died. I knew he wasn't there - not in the bed I'd left him in. And then five days later - not three - he appeared to me in one of those visions when I was least expecting him. Vibrant, whole, living breathing Drew. And I absolutely knew it was to tell me that he lives.

I saw my mother in a dream months after she died, standing in front of me - living and breathing - and I remember gasping in that dream and saying "They told me you were dead!" And she replied, "Ginny - the dead can't speak." And she was gone.

So yes, I believe that Jesus died and came back to show his family and friends that he was alive. Whatever else they've distorted and messed with in the Holy Books of the world religions - this, I know, is true.

I hope you have a lovely spring day. Enjoy the flowers, the kids, the bunnies (if anyone was so ill-advised as to give you a matched pair watch out...) and especially the chocolate! Goes well with a good cabernet or with anything, actually. Chocolate rules.
Happy Easter.  

Update

I'm finally getting the hang of setting up the website. We're not there yet but if I can keep my wits together for another day I may have it up and running. No garrantees though because this business is full of pot holes.

Here's the deal. Just when I thought I had everything under control last week, Headings looking good, photos fine, blurb on the book okay, cover page gorgeous, also contact info and blog links etc... I sent up a cheer and a "thank you" to whoever may be listening and went to bed. Happy as a clam was I. Thrilled with my expertise! High Fiving the cat and planning to teach all my "illiterate" friends how to set up websites of their own.

That was then ...  When I woke up the next morning, I tripped lightly, all aglow, into my study and sat down to launch the site. Tap, tap, type in all my ID info and sit there still glowing expectantly, waiting for the machine to wake up. It did. And the fist message it sent back was, "Who are you?" What?

A week later  after numerous one-way conversations with the website I was working with and getting NOWHERE mainly because none of them appeared to be able to access the original info I'd set up my site with. (Name, URL, domain name etc...) and getting thoroughly P.O'd with their lack of help, illiteracy etc... it dawned on me that I might be the screw-up. Turned out I was. So after I tried every combo of my ID I could think of, I finally hit on the right one. And the machine said "Hello Ginny Brock!" How nice to see you too - you wing nut piece of ... never mind.

At the moment, an uneasy detente exists between me and my Dell. And I just need it to last for a little while longer.Then I'm Done!

In the meantime, I've been writing a couple of fore-runner articles for By Morning's Light. One of them will appear in Llewellyn's Journal shortly before publication - I believe.

The roses, by the way are still alive. One of them is beginning to turn brown nearly two months after I got them, and has lost two petals this week. The others are still pink. And that warms my heart.

See you soon.

   

Roses

There's something fascinating going on in my bedroom. Not that - I'm a respectable widow lady, remember :)
Two months ago a very nice man in my life brought me roses on Valentine's Day. I never get tired of roses, even the force-fed, scentless variety we get in winter. I'll take them all. This was an especially lovely and large bouquet of pale pink roses so I divided them up putting them in different vases in the living room, in the dining room and in my bedroom.
They looked wonderful, really softening and lightening a room up in winter. I tried to keep them going as long as I could by snipping the stems off every so often so they could drink better - at least I think that's what they're doing. 
In about ten days their petals were dropping like large pink snow flakes and a day or so later I took them out of their vases, kissed them goodbye and sent them to the compost pile. All except for the roses in my bedroom.
This vase of roses was placed beside my son's picture on my dressing table. Along with a silver heart he gave me once and a heart-shaped stone I found on the edge of the Eagle River outside the apartment he lived in in Colorado - on the day I scattered a handfull of his ashes into the rapids there. These roses are still pink, still alive and have dropped none of their petals - six weeks or so after the others all died. This happens all the time. My house always has fresh flowers in it and there is always a vase of flowers beside Drew's picture. And they alway outlive the others by months. 
I've taken the light factor, the temperature differences between rooms and everything else I can think of into consideration, and I can come up with no earthly reason why they always outlive the others.
Thank you, sweet Drew.
 

'Tis the Season

Hi Everyone,
I've missed you and the blog which has taken a back seat  lately (as some of my BFFs have) for the reason that I'm working day and night with pre-publishing articles and blogs for Llewellyn's various sites, and giving "By Morning's Light" a last once-over before it goes into print in about two weeks time. 
My house is screaming for attention and I fear it could be put on the "Condemned - Keep OUT" list if there 're any health inspectors roaming my neighborhood. A layer of dust has settled in  and so have a contingent of Stink Bugs leaving obnoxious little foot prints and poop splats on my wood floors. There are also a few of their dead comrades lying toes up here and there where I've gotten up from the computer, grabbed my fly swatter and "Offed" them en passent. I thought that would hold their numbers down at least until the next time I get up from the computer. But I swear the little crappers - like pine trees in fear of extinction - started producing multiple loads of baby bugs. So this morning I went after them and the dust in earnest. We'll see how that works.
I have no sympathy for them. I had a friend once who whenever she swatted a bug of any kind would roll her eyes to Heaven and say, "Go to Jesus." I can't dig up that sort of guilt at all I'm afraid, but for years she added a few colorful strokes to the painting of My Life. She went to Heaven herself not long ago, and I'm sure she's with Jesus - probably surrounded by a jillion thankful little bugs. For me, I hope there's a Bug Heaven somewhere and I hope it's a long way from mine.
Back to the computer!
Hang in there everyone, you never know what's coming next. I hope it's sometthing GREAT! 

  

Curiouser and Curiouser

The strangest thing is happening.

While I'm avidly following Llewellyn's publishing process through it's release of my book "By Morning's Light," in June, I've been writing the next book and something very peculiar is happening.

This book (no title yet) is about reincarnation. It isn't a sequel to "Morning's Light". This book was created  ostensibly as a novel. The characters and the events are all make believe. I've never met the people or their dramas - that I know of -  although they could be compilations of a lot of people and events I may have known. Who knows? It has two themes. One is a love story, Ahhhhh ... the second theme throws a flood light on the possibility of past lives and how they intertwine with the present. Both themes fill bookcases in most bookstores and I know you're familiar with what I'm talking about.

My book is set in two different milleniae on two different continents - one ancient and one modern. A lot of research has gone into the ancient place because I've never been there even in modern times, and because middle school history skipped a heck of the a lot of the really interesting stuff and the stuff they taught wasn't worth reading when I was thirteen.

The strange thing is that when I pick an event and a place to stage it in, I begin to write it and later discover that I've placed the event in the exact spot where such an event took place eons ago! It happens over and over. While I'm creating, I'm picturing and describing an area that I can later pinpoint on maps, ancient and modern. I've picked it out of my imagination, I think - but then the research confirms what I seemed to know. Right down to the tree that grows by the front door! You'll see.  :) I seem to know exactly where I am.

So, am I "creating" while "imagining" the story? Or am I "channelling" it or remembering a past life?   

Curiouser and curiouser! I'll keep you posted.

Figuring Out the Energy Crisis

Here's something else I've been thinking about concerning this energetic body of ours.While acknowledging that this body human is far more than a set of arms and legs, one head (if you're lucky) and a torso with all the necessary inside parts to keep things running smoothly, I have often been stunned at the way the ethereal or energetic body can influence all of its physical components.
Take a bout of depression for example. As you know, this can really throw a wrench into the works. Depression happens to me when I'm emotionally running on empty.(I can't discuss the really serious and heartbreaking condition of clinical depression because I'm no doctor.) I'm thinking about  the occasional blues when I'm feeling bummed out.
I don't feel like eating, don't want to talk to anyone, don't want to go anywhere or see anyone. Just leave me alone. Bug off! Take your jollies and flush 'em!
My thoughts and emotions have done this. And to make matters worse prehaps they've even teamed up with physical exhaustion. Everything interacts. Now my eyes are leaking. My lungs are drawing in this bad energy and exhaling deep sighs. All I want to do is sleep. Well you can if you like. But have some chocolate first. Chocolate perks everything up.
And then there is the good stuff. You've won the lottery! Maybe you've won a contract you've worked your patootie off to get - your ship's come in! You've fallen in love. OMG You're on top of the world - you want to shout it from the roof tops. You want to tell everyone the good news and then you discover that you love everyone around you. OMG Your emotions have done this. Isn't it great? You're bung full of energy and you can take on the world if you have to.
The side effect of both these extremes is that which ever energy you're holding effects those around you. Doesn't it. Notice how your blues can throw a whole household into a funk. And your joy can lift the world. Suddenly everyone around you is smiling.
The other thing is that the blues create toxicity within our human selves while happiness releases endorphins that produce multi molecules of well- being. I want some of that. You can take the other away waiter, it's CORKED!  Unfortunately we can't always order up what we want.
What I know though, is this: inner balance can be achieved by periods of inner silence which rests my mind and body and allows me to breathe in all the goodness that exists around me. I reject the negativity, I don't allow it into this special retreat of mine. And I especially love Three Musketeers bars.
Try it. Clear you mind, breathe deeply and just BE. Just be with you. Be your own best friend - and eat more choclit.        
Cheers everyone!

Our Energy Fields

     As I mentioned in the last post, the Aura is only a partof the Energy Field that surrounds each of us. 
     Sometimes known as the Ephemeral Body the energy field is a tangible entity that exists around our physical bodies sometimes even conforming to the shape of our bodies. It is a "substance" sometimes referred to in Digital or Kirlian photograhy as "ectoplasm" and it is visible not only to camera lenses but to the naked eye as well. 
     You can actually see this energy. And you can feel it.
     The energy field comes from within us. It carries within its essense, our thoughts, our moods, our general health, the essentials of who we are.
      Mind readers so called, are actually reading the energy field. Ever look your eight year old in the eye and tell him/her "Don't lie to me. You know I can tell you're lying!"? Of course there's a lot of body language involved in the the not-so-efficient liar - like not meeting your eyes, squirming etc. and that helps. But in a practiced fibber it gets harder. So you don't try to look for the outward signs, instead, you pick up what you feel around the person. Instinct, inner voice, knowingness - "I just had a feeling..." - rely on it. It's probably far more accurate than body launguage.
     Ever meet a perfectly reasonable, nice-loooking person for the first time and can't figure out what is is that bothers you about that person? Something just isn't right?  Think you might be reading his or her energy? And it's telling you can't trust the words or body language coming off this personality. Then maybe not today, but perhaps a month from now, a year from now you read in the paper that this person has just been caught with his hand in the company till. Yup. Or that nurse that lives next door that everyone likes - except maybe you  and you don't know why - has just been arrested for beating up her child. Funny, you say - my child hated going to her house... Children and animals are better at this energy reading than we are. Probably because their minds are less cluttered.
     Think about the different moods you sense in people. You can tell when someone is down or someone is up before they've said a word. Happy, angry, healthy, sick are stong exuders of energy and easy to see.
     Here's the interesting part:     Someone who has a well-developed Sixth Sense or Intuitive ability has an extra-sensory perspective. They are able to read energy with more tools at their disposal than the rest of us. They are able to de-clutter their minds, clear the air-waves and allow the information in. A good intuitive can sense and read the energy around someone who may be in front of them or hundreds of miles away by employing the Sixth Sense. It could be that their own energy fields are reaching out and picking up messages from the energy field of this person. A medical intuitive is able to pick up the exact energies exuded by illness.
     Or it could be that the spirit that is in all of us, is communicating with someone elses's spirit. This is what I believe.    
     Whatever you believe, follow your own intuition. Nobody else's. It's interesting stuff isn't it?
     We have snow in Virginia today - I'm lovin'It!

Auras.

     At some time in your life you'll hear that "someone has an aura around him or her." What's that? You ask. (It's not an "aire" that's something else.)
     The aura is part of what is known as the "energy field" that exists around everyone of us, sometimes called the "ephemeral body". It extends an inch, two inches, a foot or more and sometimes in waves from our physical bodies. I f you have seen it (and you can be trained to do so) you will have seen that it varies in extension and shape in all of us but it is always there. Sort of follows us around like some sort of shadow but it's not a shadow - it's us.
     I've seen auras and they're quite distinct. They are faintly colored and we are told that the color depends on the "energy" the individual is holding.
     For instance, if you're crazy in love with someone I bet the auras around you and your sweetie are various shades of pink. Or if you're just a kind and loving person - you are probably surrounded by a pink aura.
     Very spiritual people carry a blue or purple aura. And bright and brainy types will exude the color yellow.
     If you're recovering  from an illness the aura may be green - the healing color.
     If someone is very ill, there may be a gray aura around you. Before we knew he was very ill. I was told that my husband had was an "ashy" aura about him. I thought it was probably from his cigarettes. But it wasn't.
     There is also a phenom called a "muddy aura". A muddy aura appears with splotches in its mist and  tears or rips in the fabric. It is said that these marks indicate worries and tensions, emotional up sets. They can be "cleansed."
     Kirlian or "spirit" photography can pick up these colors well.
     And auras are not ours exclusively. Trees have auras. Huge extensions of waving green mist around them. Massive healing energies. Animals have auras.
    
     Want to know how to see them?
     Have someone - or two or three of your friends (Nice husbands make great guinea pigs) stand or sit in front of you. Become very still and focused and train your eyes to look slightly off center at your subject, keeping your vision slightly out of focus. After a while, you may see what I'm talking about. A color, a shape or just a transparent but visible mist. It takes practice but you can do it. I love looking for auras around trees. A plain or "un-busy" background" helps.
    Even more interesting is the energy field itself. You can feel this and I know you have. I'll tell you what I know about that next time.
Have fun!

Bright Star

One day, an extraordinarily bright star looked down on earth and said, "That Looks Like Fun! I can make it even better."
Whitney Houston was such a star. A very bright spirit who visited earth too briefly but in that brief stay she kicked it up, sang her heart out, gave new light to music, spread its joy around the world  - and burned out. Such is the way of very bright spirits who venture into this dimension whose energy is dense and heavy. Sometimes too heavy for the lightest of us to endure. But when such a spirit leaves, it leaves behind its essence. It feels to me like a bright trail of tiny stars that will dropinto the rest of our lives as pinpricks of joy reminding us of who we really are. Great spirits. All of us living together in this difficult school of  bangs and bruises.
But sometimes, an extraordinary light spirit drops in to remind us of the joy that is everywhere if we will only look.    

How Weird is That??

     I know you've wondered about synchronicity - is that how you spell it? Am I in sync with my English teacher Sister Denise? She came into my life at exactly the right time - around the time I was exploring my love for writing.
      Synchronicity is a really neat phenomena. The easiest example I can think of is one like this: you've been thinking of someone, the phone rings and that ery person is on the other end. We've all done that. Then this one: You've been wondering about someone off and on all day - someone you haven't seen for years. It started this morning. Your car radio (not a '50s station) suddenly let off a blast with "Blue Suede Shoes." It made you think of an old school friend who found a pair of these shoes and took up mimicking Elvis - to everyone's delight. Makes you smile. Later in the day an invitation to a '50s Sock Hop arrives for you. Yup, the rolled up sleeves, the swing skirts (some with poodles) bobby socks and blue jeans rolled up at the cuff.... Hmmm, you think. Then out of the blue - where else - that old school friend that you haven't seen for ages calls and says she's coming to town - would you like to have lunch? OMG.
     "Do you still have those old Blue Suede Shoes?" You ask.

     That's what I'm talking about. "Synchronicity". Mr. Webster defines it: "...to happen at the same time ~ to represent or arrange (events) to indicate coincidence or coexistence."

     First, I don't believe in coincidences - not like these - when they all line up boom, boom boom, and produce an event you hadn't even thought of. Secondly, once you become aware of its existence, this synchronicity shows up in the strangest ways and when you're least expecting it.. 
     Who's "arranging" all this stuff? I got very familiar with it while I was writing the book - synchronicity around every corner! 
      Be aware. It's fun.
    
    

Someone To Watch Over me

You and I watch over so many others. Our children, aging parents, spouses, partners, friends and of course the pitter patter of little paws.
Isn't it a great thought that there are at least that many people watching  over us too - although if you're like me, you wonder about that sometimes. We shouldn't. The love and caring of those around us and those far away from us leaves an imprint in the space around us. Ever felt someone near or far thinking about you? if you have, you know immediately that they are.
We are each others angels. I know that for sure.
I wonder about Miss Kitty though. I think she's mostly her own angel - although she's all ears when it come to protecting us against the threats of the wild - the three labs that live next door, the mouse in the pantry - she has a special interest in whose messing around in the pantry. Her cookies are in there. And she'll call me when that hideous kettle goes off disturbing her snooze. Ditto the telephone.
I've read about angels and guides and inner voices and such and I believe in all of them. Not sure about the wings and halos but if that works for you, it's a lovely thought. I think we're surrounded by good vibes, loving thoughts and if we can believe that our inner guidance is our own best friend we're way ahead of the game. But what is this inner guidance? I don't know for sure. I think it may be a combination of all of the above. And an eternal soul that knows what's going on. We're all spirits I believe. We're here on earth learning how to be the best humans we can be. That's a real chore for me. I don't think I'll ever be the best human I can be. Sometimes I think I'm doing great and I'll pat myself on the back and say "That was nice of you, Ginny - good job!'" In the very next breath I'm looking at a spouse, a child, a friend with my hands on my hips (like a fish wife, my mother would say) saying "YOU DID WHAT!" Back to the classroom.
For me, I get the most help from my intuition. Like you, I just know when something feels right - or wrong. Emotions are very reliable guides. Inner voices, angel vibes, the thoughts of people around you whatever... They're all good. Jimminy Cricket was right :)

Imagine ...

     Here's something I've been wanting to share with you. As you read these blogs about weird and wonderful happenings I'm sure there are one or more of you who sit there thinking "You know, I'd love to think this is true but come on ...! Ginny's a writer and she has this crazy imagination. She could be making all this up!"
     I wouldn't blame you for thinking that. It's pretty unbelievable sometimes and in the beginning, I asked myself that very question. "Am I imagining this stuff???" Here's the answer I got.
     You're right. Like most writers, I have a boundless imagination. I draw on it when I'm creating fiction all the time. As such, I understand it very well. I can envision anything I want to, embellish it in any way I like and change it if I don't like the soundtrack or the pictures. I can make it do anything I want. And because I'm so familiar with it I can recognize the "other" immediately.
     This other 'energy' known by many names such as "Second Sight" "Sixth Sense", "Clairvoyance" etc... is quite different. I call it "Universal Energy." I can't envision it, rather it is given to me as a vision not of my creation. The pictures and words come into my head *unsolicited and with no pre-conjured storyline. Places and events I have no inkling about show up. I stand and watch these communications unfold in total wonder and sometime some disbelief that drives me to saying : Okay, you guys out there! If I really saw that - you'd better confirm it with a sign." And they do. There will be a sign that's as plain as day within hours.
     For me, the main thing that underlines the difference between my imagination and this clairvoyance, sixth sense stuff is this: I can't manipulate it. If I don't like what I'm seeing, if it makes me uncomfortable, I can't - am unable to - change its course. It presents as it is. I can shut it down if I want to but I can't make it change it's route, (go to another beach I don't like this one) or force a happy ending if it's not there.
     (* Sometimes when I'm looking for the answer to a question, I will ask the Universe to give me an answer. I solicit an answer. That answer will come usually instantaneously. Sometimes I like it and sometimes I don't. But I know without doubt that it is what it is and it won't let me change it.)
     The good news is that this Universal Energy is available to all of us. Like anything, some of us access it more easily than others. It's like some people use their imaginations more than others and so are able to creat stories. Some people get glimpses of other realms - future events they have no idea about - and if they consciously  develop that they get good at receiving those messages from outside themselves.
     USE is the operative word. By using it you get better and better. Like anything we do.
Try it! I had a lot of help from "The Other Side"

Elephant Speak

     My book, "By Morning's Light," has as one of its themes and maybe at its core, the subject of Soul Survival and Spirit Communication.
    
     What an incredible assumption. How great would it be if we all understood that it's possible to breach the great divide of death and speak to the people we know and love who have crossed over into another dimension.

     I have a dear friend who gets frustrated with the whole idea from time to time. "If you can see and talk to spirits, how come I can't!'  I don't have the answer to that. But this evening I got a glimpse of something that may make sense. Did anyone see the 60 Minutes program tonight? It was about a woman who has spent seventeen years in the Congo forests studing the language of elephants for Cornell University. One of her findings was thast their most intimate 'rumblings' cannot be picked up by the human ear. She, like Diane Fossy and her guerillas and Jane Goodall and her chimps who was also featured on this program, has dedicated her life to interpreting the phenomena and learning to communicate with these creatures.

     What if Spirit Communication mimics that? I realise that with animals we're breaching the natural division created by species and with spirit we're breaching the unfathomable and "supernatural" divide of death. But wasn't communicating with animals just as unfathomable not long ago to all but indigenous people whose lives were entwined with those animals?

    What I focused on as I watched this program was the approach of these researchers in their studies. In essence, along with an intense desire to learn, in a place they loved, with beings they longed to communicate with, they created a space around them that was at once peaceful, quiet, open, focused and comfortable. A place where a meeting of mind and spirit could occur. The space was comfortable with no preconditions, no judgement, no expectations other than their hopes for an opening of some sort. It is an easy and welcoming place to enter whether you are from another species - or another dimension. There is no threat there for the animals and disbelief is suspended in the case of Spirit.

     Sounds like a Meditative state, doesn't it? In a way it is. In my experience, that word "meditate" can throw up road blocks for people trying to "get" this stuff. When I first began to study this, trying to "meditate" was pretty darn impossible. I'd settle down in the appropriate manner and immediately my mind filled with "I'd better get the chicken out of the freezer!" Or "What's that smell?" Or "I wonder what time it is..." Then I learned that the brain goes into a natural "meditative" state whenever you're intensely focused on something you're absorbed in. Whether it's listening to elephants or playing a video game. The brain waves change. Painting or wood working. Going for a long walk or run, music ... You can probably think of other instances. Sitting on the beach listening to the ocean... That space just before you fall asleep.

     Try it if you like. Fill your space with something you love doing. A place you love. Go into a 'zone' of sorts. And if the chicken in the freezer pops in - don't worry, just say, "Have a seat and be quiet!"

     I'll share some more thoughts on this later.  
  

 

Have You Ever Wondered

Someone leaves this earth. It maybe someone you've loved. A relative, a friend, a special person in your life. And one day you're sitting at your computer minding your own business when a strong smell of aftershave invades your space. OMG you recognize that smell - but it can't be -  there's no one but you in the house. It lingers. You run to the bathroom cabinet to check the containers of cologne and aftershave left behind by someone you love. They're all there. The lids are on tightly. And there's no one but you in the house.

He's letting you know he's still close by. No! He's gone - he's dead, you say. But ...

What if you're sitting there quietly with a glass of wine one evening thinking about a recent trip to the islands with him and a book you bought from one of the island bookstores inexplicably falls off a shelf.

He's letting you know he's nearby. No way!

Yes way. What about that song that came on the car radior this morning when you pulled the car over because one of those waves of grief came over you and you couldn't see the road through your tears.

It's ... the song we danced to at our wedding all those years ago. Noooo ... could it be him? That's impossible.

No it's not. And that glimpse you caught of something out of the corner of your eye?  When you looked it was gone. It's happened twice - no three times. Makes you wonder. But don't worry - be happy. It's a great thought that he may be close by.

Introducing "By Morning's Light."

It is my greatest pleasure to introduce you to "By Morning's Light."

Drew's story has made it's debut. My publisher, Llewellyn Worldwide has released notice of its pending release date (June 8th) on its website and to major book stores. http://www.llewellyn.com/author.php?author id=5315

And it is listed for pre-sales here:
http://www.llewellyn.com/product.php?ean=9780738732947

...on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Morning's-Light-Reconnection-Hereafter/dp/073873294X/ref=sr_1_?ie=UTF8&qid=1326562663&sr=8-1

... on Barnes&Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/wby-mornings-light-gfinny-brock/1107000695

   Writing this book has been for me, a long, exciting and wonderful journey. A journey that led me through the rough terrain of unknown valleys, left me despairing as I gazed at the mountains ahead; then Drew reached across dimensions, took my hand and led me through the darkest storm. Into Morning's Light.

   You'll remember if you've followed the blog, that way back I referred to the book under the title of "Show Me Heaven, Drew". That was my title. Llewellyn, in its wisdom, changed that title to fit the book. The new title is a good fit. And it was in the glimpses of heaven that Drew gave me that I found reassurance, peace,love and eventually Joy.
   
     I have high hopes for the book. I hope you are not grieving the death of someone you love deeply. If you are, I hope this brings you peace. Whether you are or not, my hope is that this book will touch you on a soul level, raise your awareness and that you will allow its reality into your consciouness. Suspend your scepticism for a while, flow with the narrative and ask yourself, "What if Ginny's right?" Imagine...

     I hope you will love "By Morning's Light." My hope for it is that its message reaches across the world.
We don't die. Love never dies. In the final analysis it is all there is.    

Starting a Fire Under the New Year

This New Year - 2012 - needs a tweak. It's too cold. This is NOT a great debut for what I insist is going to be a beautiful year.

Can we talk? Yes ... you -  New Year 2012.  A little warmer, fuzzier entrance into our lives would have  been appreciated. Some sunshine would have been lovely. Breezes - fine - 30 MPH winds - not fine. Numb fingers and toes inside my gloves - not nice. Wind slamming my car door, slamming my arm - not nice at all.
...What are you thinking 2012? I know you're young and maybe we could excuse a little horse-play - a little kicking-it-up on your part - but I'm not 12 and it's damn cold since you arrived!

Perhaps we could start over. Start by you backing up and trying another approach. Like, invite some of those southerly winds to play? Tell that Great Ball of Fire to come a little bit closer - he's your kind of guy. You don't know that song?

Okay, let's try this. Shall We Dance? (You say to the Sun.) Invite him to our side of the world. Invite him to sweep the corners, chase the winds and lend us his warmth - just a little - until April gets here.What if they get miffed down under if he's gone too long? You say.  I hadn't thought of that...

Okay. We can handle a little gentle snow. That would be nice. (But none of that ice you spread around last night). A gentle flutter of the white stuff, softening the tree limbs, sparkling in that little bit of warmth and light you're going to persuade the Sun to part with. Just for a while. Mustn't stay too long.

That would be very nice, 2012. That's the way to meet people for the first time. A friendly handshake, a warm hug ... you know, just be nice. Best foot forward.

And we'll say, "How nice to see you! We're so glad you came!" And we'll all have a warm and happy New Year! What was that you said? I forgot the "Beautiful" part ...  Oh yes - A trul;y Beautiful 2012!     

So vain.