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.

New Year - New Time - 2012

  Today I will breathe in the full and vibrant energy of the universe. It's all mine! I can feel it's movement like the currents of the ocean, like the tides of my life. I can drift on its flow or bask in its light.

  But today, the last day of 2011, I will hold my breath for a moment in awe, and then I will let it out and in so doing, release all of the disappointments of the passing year. Whether there were many or only a few, I will look at them for one last time - thank them for the turning points they represented in my life, the learning opportunities - and then I'll throw them out! They are done.

I will turn instead to the joys of 2011 - and there were many. I will be thankful for all of them. The new publisher for my book has to be right up there. But the love of family and friends crowns the heap. Great tra vels come next - visits with old friends, reconnections with old school friends, old sweethearts, new friends and new experiences. Good health, wealth - enough of it anyway - and excitement. Always excitement.
There is so much to be thankful for.

And On To the New Year! 2012.

Tomorrow, I'll breathe in the the full and vibrant energy of the universe, emmerse myself in it's excitement, its youth, - feel it's power coursing through my veins as I'll stand in awe of its magnificance. In it's energy I will hear the sounds of new life, new thoughts and new ideas being born into the aura of my world, colouring the essence of my life. I'll breathe in and bask in the warmth, joy and hope infused in everything around me.

I'll take those great idea and dreams I've been nurturing and give them wings. I'll watch them climb - lifted higher and higer on the currents of the new year.

I'll let go and breathe out all fear of the unknown, knowing that the unknown is nothing but a vast field of new opportunities to relish and anticipate. New dreams, new hopes, new loves. New life.

So, fellow travellers, breathe with me. Breathe in the excitement at the start of a new journey forward into the rest of our lives. We won't question its destination. It is always the right destination at the right time. Instead, we'll trust that the road we're on will take us to the place we're supposed to be in. And that we'll arrive right on time. 

What will we find there? Who will be waiting? What's been waiting for us...

Imagine.

I wish you a Happy New Year. I hope that this time of your life will be filled love and that you will share it with me and everyone you meet along the way.