A Shaft of Light
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Paving the Way
Have you noticed how things seem to happen in sequence? It's almost as though we consciously or unconsciously pave the way into the future, setting ourselves up for the next life event.
I've noticed over the years how each step I take is like a stepping stone. For instance; 'Chance' meetings - not really by 'chance'? Of course you can consciously set up a meeting with someone you know or someone you would like to know. But sometimes, you meet someone by 'chance'. Although if you start walking backwards you'll be able to trace the steps right back to where that meeting began, and you'll realize it was all a set up! It's as though some unseen hand was at work making that meeting happen all along.
It can be a significant person or a life-changing event. And you won't see the sign-posts until you look behind you.
When I came to live in Virginia, once settled into our remodeled house, I began to get restless so I went to work writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. While there, I 'happened' to notice an article in one of the publications about "Developing the Sixth Sense through Meditation". Hmmmm. A couple of weeks later, my editor asked me to do an article about an Animal Communicator (You know, Dr. Doolittle) who lived at the lake. Not long after that interview, so intrigued was I, that I joined an exploration circle to find out what all this psychic, sixth sense, metaphysics stuff was all about. And stayed with them for eight years, studying every aspect of subject.
Like most people in the circle, I was intrigued, mystified and there for fun and entertainment. Then a life event happened. Then another, and I knew for sure that all of the preceding eight years were preparing me for those events. They had been carefully orchestrated to give me the tools I needed to cope with the deaths of my husband and son. By who? Certainly not me.
I also discovered that you don't have to be 'psychic' to have a sixth sense - it just is. We all have it, it's a gift to all of us, God-given, like the gift of sight, hearing, smell, taste and feeling. This one is just hidden a little. And it remains hidden until something happens (in my case) to make you want to dig it out and make it work. But making it work doesn't have to be triggered by anything drastic. It's always there for any of us to access.
And so, beginning with curiosity and a developing awareness, my road was paved for the writing and publication of "By Morning's Light."
Since then, I've discovered that the conclusion of the book is not the end of the journey. The next step was to spread the word - to let people know that we don't die, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
This blog is one of those stepping stones, it leads to the next one which is actually more of a bridge than a paver or a stepping stone. A giant stepping stone, perhaps, into a world of markers, and sign posts, twists and turns. It's a new book I've written in answer to so many questions you asked during the presentations and book signings of Morning's Light. I've called it, "Yesterday, Today and Forever".
You wanted to know; how do you do this? When did you know there was this other world out there? How old were you? How do you know you're not imagining all this? Can you talk to other spirits? What about 'evil spirits'? Aren't you scared of this stuff? What about Angels? And what are spirit guides? And Spiritual Healers? What's Reiki? How can I do this?
I'm going online with this book in the hopes that I can reach more people, so I will e-publish on Amazon (Kindle), who will also have print copies available for people like me who don't own a Kindle or a Nook or anything. That too will have to change. Very soon, I hope, I'll be able to tell you that It's Here!
Remember, always be curious, always wonder where the road is taking you. Meet your life with anticipation and excitement, even when things are going horribly wrong. Look forward to something beautiful just around the corner. And, where you can, pull out the bricks and mortar and help pave the way. Keep on going: even when the pavers don't fit just right, when the sign posts are crooked, and when you take a wrong turn. That's life, and it always goes exactly the way it's supposed to.
Be happy.
I've noticed over the years how each step I take is like a stepping stone. For instance; 'Chance' meetings - not really by 'chance'? Of course you can consciously set up a meeting with someone you know or someone you would like to know. But sometimes, you meet someone by 'chance'. Although if you start walking backwards you'll be able to trace the steps right back to where that meeting began, and you'll realize it was all a set up! It's as though some unseen hand was at work making that meeting happen all along.
It can be a significant person or a life-changing event. And you won't see the sign-posts until you look behind you.
When I came to live in Virginia, once settled into our remodeled house, I began to get restless so I went to work writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. While there, I 'happened' to notice an article in one of the publications about "Developing the Sixth Sense through Meditation". Hmmmm. A couple of weeks later, my editor asked me to do an article about an Animal Communicator (You know, Dr. Doolittle) who lived at the lake. Not long after that interview, so intrigued was I, that I joined an exploration circle to find out what all this psychic, sixth sense, metaphysics stuff was all about. And stayed with them for eight years, studying every aspect of subject.
Like most people in the circle, I was intrigued, mystified and there for fun and entertainment. Then a life event happened. Then another, and I knew for sure that all of the preceding eight years were preparing me for those events. They had been carefully orchestrated to give me the tools I needed to cope with the deaths of my husband and son. By who? Certainly not me.
I also discovered that you don't have to be 'psychic' to have a sixth sense - it just is. We all have it, it's a gift to all of us, God-given, like the gift of sight, hearing, smell, taste and feeling. This one is just hidden a little. And it remains hidden until something happens (in my case) to make you want to dig it out and make it work. But making it work doesn't have to be triggered by anything drastic. It's always there for any of us to access.
And so, beginning with curiosity and a developing awareness, my road was paved for the writing and publication of "By Morning's Light."
Since then, I've discovered that the conclusion of the book is not the end of the journey. The next step was to spread the word - to let people know that we don't die, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
This blog is one of those stepping stones, it leads to the next one which is actually more of a bridge than a paver or a stepping stone. A giant stepping stone, perhaps, into a world of markers, and sign posts, twists and turns. It's a new book I've written in answer to so many questions you asked during the presentations and book signings of Morning's Light. I've called it, "Yesterday, Today and Forever".
You wanted to know; how do you do this? When did you know there was this other world out there? How old were you? How do you know you're not imagining all this? Can you talk to other spirits? What about 'evil spirits'? Aren't you scared of this stuff? What about Angels? And what are spirit guides? And Spiritual Healers? What's Reiki? How can I do this?
I'm going online with this book in the hopes that I can reach more people, so I will e-publish on Amazon (Kindle), who will also have print copies available for people like me who don't own a Kindle or a Nook or anything. That too will have to change. Very soon, I hope, I'll be able to tell you that It's Here!
Remember, always be curious, always wonder where the road is taking you. Meet your life with anticipation and excitement, even when things are going horribly wrong. Look forward to something beautiful just around the corner. And, where you can, pull out the bricks and mortar and help pave the way. Keep on going: even when the pavers don't fit just right, when the sign posts are crooked, and when you take a wrong turn. That's life, and it always goes exactly the way it's supposed to.
Be happy.
Monday, September 9, 2013
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Changes
Nothing stays the same. Have you noticed? Change is one thing we can rely on. Even when things are going better than ever before, running on time, and just the way they should - change is on the way. You can count on it. But as disconcerting as this is, the opposite is also true. And that's a plus!
I woke up early this morning, opened my bedroom shutters, and watched the sky lighten. It went from cobalt gray, streaked with navy, and just as my eyes were getting used to that it brightened to deep blue and lavender. I'd like to keep the lavender, but even as I watch it, it's becoming a soft dove gray. Before long, this early fall morning will spring from the shadows and into the day with bright pink swathes of light and purple cloud. It looks like rain today.
And so goes life. It is the way things are meant to be. Summer has gone and autumn is creeping around the edges of the woodlands. Here in Virginia, the great eastern hardwood forests are showing flashes of yellow and red. They won't let go completely for a few weeks yet, but change is in the air. The nights are lengthening and the days getting shorter. Squirrels are gathering acorns. Spiders are thinking they can spend the winter inside my house. This too will change!
Even Miss Kitty is showing signs of her deep rooted ancestry in the Norwegian forests. Her pads have tufts of fur between her toes, Her ruff is full, and her naps are getting longer.
And because of our animal DNA, we too feel the changes coming. Some, like me, look forward to beauty of the fall. A walk through the woods, surrounded by the fire of autumn, ignites my energy, fires my imagination, and makes me look ahead to cool days, brilliant blue skies and starry nights. Yellow school buses add to the color, the kids are in school, I can go grocery shopping without worrying about being run over by a miniature cart with an unlicensed driver at the wheel. The lake is calm, the speed boats will soon be under cover, and the only sounds in my cove will be the from the wild birds that land at midnight on their way to the southlands.
But you may be one of those who dread the fall. Someone who sees the summer disappearing. The leaves dying, the grass turning brown, and, soon it will be cold. Don't despair! This too will change. In the meantime, let the fire of autumn ease the strain of letting go, look forward to an evening beside a log fire, watch some college football! Toast some marsh mallows, and, seriously ... eat a bar of chocolate!
The French have a saying: 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' I think that means that in spite of all the changes that happen - there's a constancy in all of this. So take heart! Enjoy the changes, roll with them and always look forward.
I woke up early this morning, opened my bedroom shutters, and watched the sky lighten. It went from cobalt gray, streaked with navy, and just as my eyes were getting used to that it brightened to deep blue and lavender. I'd like to keep the lavender, but even as I watch it, it's becoming a soft dove gray. Before long, this early fall morning will spring from the shadows and into the day with bright pink swathes of light and purple cloud. It looks like rain today.
And so goes life. It is the way things are meant to be. Summer has gone and autumn is creeping around the edges of the woodlands. Here in Virginia, the great eastern hardwood forests are showing flashes of yellow and red. They won't let go completely for a few weeks yet, but change is in the air. The nights are lengthening and the days getting shorter. Squirrels are gathering acorns. Spiders are thinking they can spend the winter inside my house. This too will change!
Even Miss Kitty is showing signs of her deep rooted ancestry in the Norwegian forests. Her pads have tufts of fur between her toes, Her ruff is full, and her naps are getting longer.
And because of our animal DNA, we too feel the changes coming. Some, like me, look forward to beauty of the fall. A walk through the woods, surrounded by the fire of autumn, ignites my energy, fires my imagination, and makes me look ahead to cool days, brilliant blue skies and starry nights. Yellow school buses add to the color, the kids are in school, I can go grocery shopping without worrying about being run over by a miniature cart with an unlicensed driver at the wheel. The lake is calm, the speed boats will soon be under cover, and the only sounds in my cove will be the from the wild birds that land at midnight on their way to the southlands.
But you may be one of those who dread the fall. Someone who sees the summer disappearing. The leaves dying, the grass turning brown, and, soon it will be cold. Don't despair! This too will change. In the meantime, let the fire of autumn ease the strain of letting go, look forward to an evening beside a log fire, watch some college football! Toast some marsh mallows, and, seriously ... eat a bar of chocolate!
The French have a saying: 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' I think that means that in spite of all the changes that happen - there's a constancy in all of this. So take heart! Enjoy the changes, roll with them and always look forward.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
MoonRise Mountain
I remember a note I got from my son Drew, not long after he arrived in Vail, Colorado. It simply said: "Last night I skied the Continental Divide under a full moon!"
A few nights ago, a friend and I rode to the top of the Continental Divide under a full moon, and coasted into Vail Valley in a car we weren't sure was going to make it.
The car began to slow. It huffed and puffed up the mountains from the Denver plain, getting slower with every mile. It was dying! But Cindy, my friend, had her wits about her. And rather than getting stuck in the Eisenhower Tunnel, right on our front bumper, she chugged and coaxed the altitude impaired car off the road just in time. Imagine the mess on a Thursday evening, clogging the only tunnel over this part of the Colorado Rockies. I don't want to think about it.
I especially don't want to think about it as I was there more or less illegally, having left my picture ID at home before trying to board the outward bound flight to Colorado. But somehow, some nice people at Airport Security, after a few pertinent questions, decided I wasn't connected to any dark forces, and let me fly. But I didn't want to clog up the tunnel and have anyone re-thinking that decision.
Then something happened that makes you want to say, "Hmmmmm..."
We had no sooner chugged to a dead stop at a turn-off at the mouth of the tunnel, when a Roads Department vehicle pulled up alongside us. There were two bearded men inside it. (I could have sworn they were from the mountains of Virginia). We hadn't seen them behind us. They just appeared.
They asked, "What seems to be the matter?" So we told them the symptoms. Quite simple. "It slowed down and stopped!" They diagnosed the problem, Vapor Lock at altitude, which sounded like a fit of the vapors to us. They told us to wait a few minutes and everything would be ok. So we did, and it was (except for the bear tracks Cindy found on the soft sand around the car) and when we turned around, the vehicle and the bearded men had vanished. We didn't see them come and we didn't see them go...
I was so relieved, I said, "They were Angels!" Cindy thought so too. And I could have sworn that the sign on the door of the vehicle said VDOT (Virginia Dept. of Transportation) It should have been CDOT. Helloooo...
But no matter who they were, or where they were from, it was a good feeling to have Angels riding the mountains with us. The moon was brilliant, the air was cool, and the mountains were breath taking as we cruised into the sea of twinkling lights of Vale Valley. A homecoming of sorts, a reunion with my own angel Drew, in many ways.
Yippeee!
Friday, August 16, 2013
Yes, Ghosts Do Like to Shop!
In my last blog, I talked about how so many of us have our own stories about our encounters with spirits. At every book signing, every presentation, these stories just pour out of people, as though they've been dammed up a long time. Well, not anymore. It's okay to talk about them now.
The thing that intrigues me most, and lends validation to this whole line of thought is this: Our stories are so many, and so similar, that there is no reason not to believe that they are what they are. Real.
And here's another one: A couple of weeks ago, a fellow writer blogged a story about shopping with a ghost! (You can read her blog at http:www.ghosttalkblog.com)
I can relate to that. In my book, "By Morning's Light", I tell the story of having lunch with a girlfriend of Drew's before they split up, just before he passed. I hadn't seen her since the Memorial Service and wanted to give her a present. Well, I shopped all afternoon and nothing caught my eye. Funny thing was, I hit on one store, and for some reason, although I wasn't finding anything there I wanted, I stayed all afternoon. It never occurred to me to try another store. (I can tell you exactly where everything was is in that store because I walked by it so many times.) I just kept looking for the perfect gift. Somehow knowing it was there.
2-3 hours later, I had almost given up, and was about to settle for a scarf or something totally without personality, when I walked past a counter and there, under the glass, was something I'd never thought of, something that had never crossed my mind to get. But it was right.
I bought it, The salesperson wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a bag and I left the store on cloud nine! But...would Drew's friend like it??? I had no idea.
So, we met for lunch, and just as we were getting sentimental, I gave her the gift thinking it would cheer us up. Well! She burst into tears, so did I.
I said, "WHAT! What's going on?"
"Oh my God! This silver card holder with the butterfly etched on the cover, is the exact same gift I bought for Drew just days before we broke up!" She dabbed her eyes. "But, he never knew about it because he died before I could give it to him..."
Drew had been shopping with me. "Oh yes, he did!" I told her. "This is from Drew - telling you he knew about it, knows about it ... he's acknowledging it! This is a gift from him."
After shopping all morning for the perfect gift, I had been guided by Drew to this gift, to this place, to this girl with this gift. Coincidence? Well, you know what I think about that!
Believe.
The thing that intrigues me most, and lends validation to this whole line of thought is this: Our stories are so many, and so similar, that there is no reason not to believe that they are what they are. Real.
And here's another one: A couple of weeks ago, a fellow writer blogged a story about shopping with a ghost! (You can read her blog at http:www.ghosttalkblog.com)
I can relate to that. In my book, "By Morning's Light", I tell the story of having lunch with a girlfriend of Drew's before they split up, just before he passed. I hadn't seen her since the Memorial Service and wanted to give her a present. Well, I shopped all afternoon and nothing caught my eye. Funny thing was, I hit on one store, and for some reason, although I wasn't finding anything there I wanted, I stayed all afternoon. It never occurred to me to try another store. (I can tell you exactly where everything was is in that store because I walked by it so many times.) I just kept looking for the perfect gift. Somehow knowing it was there.
2-3 hours later, I had almost given up, and was about to settle for a scarf or something totally without personality, when I walked past a counter and there, under the glass, was something I'd never thought of, something that had never crossed my mind to get. But it was right.
I bought it, The salesperson wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a bag and I left the store on cloud nine! But...would Drew's friend like it??? I had no idea.
So, we met for lunch, and just as we were getting sentimental, I gave her the gift thinking it would cheer us up. Well! She burst into tears, so did I.
I said, "WHAT! What's going on?"
"Oh my God! This silver card holder with the butterfly etched on the cover, is the exact same gift I bought for Drew just days before we broke up!" She dabbed her eyes. "But, he never knew about it because he died before I could give it to him..."
Drew had been shopping with me. "Oh yes, he did!" I told her. "This is from Drew - telling you he knew about it, knows about it ... he's acknowledging it! This is a gift from him."
After shopping all morning for the perfect gift, I had been guided by Drew to this gift, to this place, to this girl with this gift. Coincidence? Well, you know what I think about that!
Believe.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
One Story One Path
It's been a year full of insight for me: The year I spent introducing hundreds and thousands of people to "By Morning's Light." The true story of my reconnection with my son Drew in the Hereafter. (As the cover says).
I wish I could have met all of you who have either read, or picked up the book for yourself or a friend. Meeting so many of you at the presentations and book signings all over the country this year has been one of the super highlights of my life. Talking about the book, sharing my thoughts and amazement with you, has been a wonderful experience and still is. But the best part of all of this is what I have learned from you.
My favorite part of any presentation is when we open it up to include your questions, your opinions, and your stories. It never fails in every gathering around this book, that nearly everyone has a story of their own to share. The more stories I hear the more insight I gain, and Drew's story is validated over and over again. Your stories have lifted me, excited me and kicked my certainty up a hundred notches!
The really phenomenal thing about this is that all our stories are saying the same thing. Every contact, pat or hug from the Other Side, tells us that life doesn't end - it changes. And there are far too many similar stories from people from every walk of life and belief system, to think that we are all 'seeing things' or that millions of imaginations are running wild. That makes no sense in a logical world. It makes no sense at all for us all to be so mistaken. The other thing is, everyone who has experienced this phenomena, doesn't just believe what they've seen, they know they weren't imagining things. Believers and skeptics alike.
So don't stop believing! There is nothing weird about seeing, hearing or talking to spirits. To my way of thinking, it's a natural part of who we are in body mind and spirit, living here on earth for the time being.
And there is no conflict that I can see with even with the most dogmatic religious teachings. Don't they all ask us to 'speak to God' or to Jesus, or Mary? To pray to Allah or ask the angels for help?
Of course they do.
Talk to your angels. Speak to God, and feel the spirits you love around you all the time. They are with you, they'll never leave you, you can talk to them, and one day we'll all be face to face again. I promise.
Thank you with all my heart for reading the book and for sharing your own stories with us.
I hope I'll see you at some of the presentations this coming year. All over the Commonwealth.
I wish I could have met all of you who have either read, or picked up the book for yourself or a friend. Meeting so many of you at the presentations and book signings all over the country this year has been one of the super highlights of my life. Talking about the book, sharing my thoughts and amazement with you, has been a wonderful experience and still is. But the best part of all of this is what I have learned from you.
My favorite part of any presentation is when we open it up to include your questions, your opinions, and your stories. It never fails in every gathering around this book, that nearly everyone has a story of their own to share. The more stories I hear the more insight I gain, and Drew's story is validated over and over again. Your stories have lifted me, excited me and kicked my certainty up a hundred notches!
The really phenomenal thing about this is that all our stories are saying the same thing. Every contact, pat or hug from the Other Side, tells us that life doesn't end - it changes. And there are far too many similar stories from people from every walk of life and belief system, to think that we are all 'seeing things' or that millions of imaginations are running wild. That makes no sense in a logical world. It makes no sense at all for us all to be so mistaken. The other thing is, everyone who has experienced this phenomena, doesn't just believe what they've seen, they know they weren't imagining things. Believers and skeptics alike.
So don't stop believing! There is nothing weird about seeing, hearing or talking to spirits. To my way of thinking, it's a natural part of who we are in body mind and spirit, living here on earth for the time being.
And there is no conflict that I can see with even with the most dogmatic religious teachings. Don't they all ask us to 'speak to God' or to Jesus, or Mary? To pray to Allah or ask the angels for help?
Of course they do.
Talk to your angels. Speak to God, and feel the spirits you love around you all the time. They are with you, they'll never leave you, you can talk to them, and one day we'll all be face to face again. I promise.
Thank you with all my heart for reading the book and for sharing your own stories with us.
I hope I'll see you at some of the presentations this coming year. All over the Commonwealth.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Ghost Talk
Hi Everyone,
If you like my blog, I know you'll enjoy http://www.ghosttalkblog.com It's owner is Beverley Young, an intuitive, sensitive and thoughtful blogger. She writes well and I think you'll appreciate her many topics.
Beverley recently posted a review of By Morning's Light. Really good.
Happy reading!
http://www.ginny-brock.blogspot.comhttp://www.ghosttalkblog.com
Ginny
If you like my blog, I know you'll enjoy http://www.ghosttalkblog.com It's owner is Beverley Young, an intuitive, sensitive and thoughtful blogger. She writes well and I think you'll appreciate her many topics.
Beverley recently posted a review of By Morning's Light. Really good.
Happy reading!
http://www.ginny-brock.blogspot.comhttp://www.ghosttalkblog.com
Ginny
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