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!
A Shaft of Light
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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 :)
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 :)
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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!"
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.
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!"
Sunday, August 5, 2012
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.
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.
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