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.