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"
A Shaft of Light
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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.
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.
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