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.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
July 21st 2012
Today is Drew's 30th birthday. He said to me once, when he was 17, hot and sweaty on the way home from football practice, ""I don't think I'm going to live to be very old." Well, he was right - he wouldn't be here on earth, living with us on this earthly plain today - when he should have turned thirty earth years old.
But strange things happen around my house, as you may have read, and today was no exception. Make of this what you will.
Karen and Michael, my two adult children arrived today with Mary Katherine and Randy and all of their children - my grandchildren. This made a difficult day much easier for me, as you can imagine. Children charging all over the place, (Miss Kitty flew the coop) baseball lit up the TV most of the afternoon, and plans for the week were tumbling over each other as they dug out skies, kayaks and paddles, tubes and pumps for the tubes and the blow up beds.
We also had a birthday party - for Drew, and for all of us because living all over the country, we don't often get to spend a birthday together. Two cakes, chocolate and vanilla - and candles. We lit the candles, gathered everyone around the table and as we began to sing Happy Birthday to Everybody, ONE candle blew out. All the others stayed lit throughout the song. Obviously someone puffed too hard on the "Hhhhappy... " and possibly blew ONE candle out - and only one candle - right at the beginning of the song.
It's the timing that's important. And its significance.
And I don't believe in Coincidence. Think Drew was there? Duh! :)
But strange things happen around my house, as you may have read, and today was no exception. Make of this what you will.
Karen and Michael, my two adult children arrived today with Mary Katherine and Randy and all of their children - my grandchildren. This made a difficult day much easier for me, as you can imagine. Children charging all over the place, (Miss Kitty flew the coop) baseball lit up the TV most of the afternoon, and plans for the week were tumbling over each other as they dug out skies, kayaks and paddles, tubes and pumps for the tubes and the blow up beds.
We also had a birthday party - for Drew, and for all of us because living all over the country, we don't often get to spend a birthday together. Two cakes, chocolate and vanilla - and candles. We lit the candles, gathered everyone around the table and as we began to sing Happy Birthday to Everybody, ONE candle blew out. All the others stayed lit throughout the song. Obviously someone puffed too hard on the "Hhhhappy... " and possibly blew ONE candle out - and only one candle - right at the beginning of the song.
It's the timing that's important. And its significance.
And I don't believe in Coincidence. Think Drew was there? Duh! :)
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Does Like Attract Like?
Does it? It all depends.
If I'm walking along a sidewalk on my way to work, irritated to death with being bumped and jostled, looking disgusted, possibly thunderous, I can promise you, no one looking at me is going to feel like smiling and spreading rose petals around my feet. Chances are, I'm going to make them feel even more disgusted than they thought they were when they joined this rat race. On the other hand if I'm walking along a sidewalk humming a ditty, beaming at everyone I see, spreading good cheer and jolly good vibes - at 7:30 a.m. - someone walking around looking thunderous is going to sock me!
So, No. Like does not always attract like. It's like most things - use your common sense. Or your intuition. Intuition works well and isn't threatening.
At a recent book presentation, a young woman approached me and said, "I'm so confused. You read all this stuff about "Don't be negative, it attracts negativity. Stay positive at all times ..." Here's the problem, I have a good friend who's just lost a young child. I feel so sad (negative) when I'm around her that I'm scared to death this stuff is catching and if I spend too much time with her it's going to contaminate me and I may lose my own five year old child!"
No, no, and NO!
What happened to the child that died had nothing to do with anybody but that child's spirit. Here's what I believe: A spirit is born into this world for a purpose, and when it has accomplished what it came in to do, it leaves. A spirit enters this world in human form with its very own agenda. Its has its own blueprint that's charted the course of this life on earth. Nobody can change that! Not a mother, not a father, not a friend. No matter how positive or negative everyone is. The spirit itself is the only one that can change the course of that blueprint. That spirit could be surrounded with negativity and live to be a Katie Couric or a Queen Elizabeth or Donald Trump - if that's what it's plan is. Alternatively, it could be surrounded by loving people, good teachers and good friends and die young for a million other reasons - according to its blueprint.
So please know this, your friends who have lost children need you. They've lost too much already to have to face losing you - because you're afraid to get too close to them because it's just too sad and it might cause you to lose someone you love. It doesn't work that way. This is not contagious.
But I don't blame anyone for wanting to shy away. Death in our culture is a scary thing. It's much easier to deal with if we don't go near it.And the thought of losing a child is a very, very scary thing. So, stand back if it helps, think it through, be okay with it if you can and even if you can't, remember that friend whose reality this has become. Be there. Be honest, all it takes is something like - "I have no idea what you must be going through - but I'm here if you need me."
What helped me the most was to be able to talk about Drew. So next time you see me say, "Tell me about your son." And I will give you the biggest smile you've ever seen and love you for asking. And bend your ear for the next three hours - or until you sock me.
So, get over it, worried Girlfriend, uncomfortable Man friend - help us deal with something that was completely foreign to us too - before all this happened. :)
If I'm walking along a sidewalk on my way to work, irritated to death with being bumped and jostled, looking disgusted, possibly thunderous, I can promise you, no one looking at me is going to feel like smiling and spreading rose petals around my feet. Chances are, I'm going to make them feel even more disgusted than they thought they were when they joined this rat race. On the other hand if I'm walking along a sidewalk humming a ditty, beaming at everyone I see, spreading good cheer and jolly good vibes - at 7:30 a.m. - someone walking around looking thunderous is going to sock me!
So, No. Like does not always attract like. It's like most things - use your common sense. Or your intuition. Intuition works well and isn't threatening.
At a recent book presentation, a young woman approached me and said, "I'm so confused. You read all this stuff about "Don't be negative, it attracts negativity. Stay positive at all times ..." Here's the problem, I have a good friend who's just lost a young child. I feel so sad (negative) when I'm around her that I'm scared to death this stuff is catching and if I spend too much time with her it's going to contaminate me and I may lose my own five year old child!"
No, no, and NO!
What happened to the child that died had nothing to do with anybody but that child's spirit. Here's what I believe: A spirit is born into this world for a purpose, and when it has accomplished what it came in to do, it leaves. A spirit enters this world in human form with its very own agenda. Its has its own blueprint that's charted the course of this life on earth. Nobody can change that! Not a mother, not a father, not a friend. No matter how positive or negative everyone is. The spirit itself is the only one that can change the course of that blueprint. That spirit could be surrounded with negativity and live to be a Katie Couric or a Queen Elizabeth or Donald Trump - if that's what it's plan is. Alternatively, it could be surrounded by loving people, good teachers and good friends and die young for a million other reasons - according to its blueprint.
So please know this, your friends who have lost children need you. They've lost too much already to have to face losing you - because you're afraid to get too close to them because it's just too sad and it might cause you to lose someone you love. It doesn't work that way. This is not contagious.
But I don't blame anyone for wanting to shy away. Death in our culture is a scary thing. It's much easier to deal with if we don't go near it.And the thought of losing a child is a very, very scary thing. So, stand back if it helps, think it through, be okay with it if you can and even if you can't, remember that friend whose reality this has become. Be there. Be honest, all it takes is something like - "I have no idea what you must be going through - but I'm here if you need me."
What helped me the most was to be able to talk about Drew. So next time you see me say, "Tell me about your son." And I will give you the biggest smile you've ever seen and love you for asking. And bend your ear for the next three hours - or until you sock me.
So, get over it, worried Girlfriend, uncomfortable Man friend - help us deal with something that was completely foreign to us too - before all this happened. :)
Friday, July 6, 2012
When the GPS Screws UP!!
I've had some wonderful comments regarding "By Morning's Light" - from people I know, of course and many I don't.
It's so gratifying when people say how much this has helped them through a very bad stretch - or maybe someone they know. And when they tell me they've picked up several copies for people they think it will help - I'm blown away. Made speechless by your thoughtfulness and kindness. And it confirms to me that we're all in this together. We're all walking through this life side by side, and for the most part, we're all reaching out to help each other - to give one another a hand across a chasm in the road, a place where the road has washed away - or where the fog is too dense to see... And while you're standing there spinning in your tracks, shaking your head, thinking "This isn't where I planned to be! Did I miss the road? What's going on?What the heck happened! Damn GPS!" Someone will reach out and say, "I'm here, hold on, we'll find your way back. We'll do this together."
Someone reached out to me not long after this happened to Drew, handed me a journal and said, "Write it all down. Everything. Every thought, every feeling, every memory." This dear friend knew about "chatharsis". She knew that by writing it all down, I would begin to feel better. I wasn't even thinking 'catharsis,' probably couldn't spell it either, but after a while I followed her advice. And as I wrote and relived Drew's life and his death, a strange thing happened. I began to look forward to "journaling" every day. (Something I'd never done.) And about 6 months into this, I actually could feel the load lightening, the darkness lifting. It was then that I began to think that if this could lift me - even a little bit - it might do the same for others And the more I thought about it the more the idea to put it into book form began to grow. And soon, "By Morning's Light" was born - thanks to a friend who reached out and helped me take the first step forward. That was Cindy.
I'm so glad we're all walking through this life together. I would have been lost without you.
It's so gratifying when people say how much this has helped them through a very bad stretch - or maybe someone they know. And when they tell me they've picked up several copies for people they think it will help - I'm blown away. Made speechless by your thoughtfulness and kindness. And it confirms to me that we're all in this together. We're all walking through this life side by side, and for the most part, we're all reaching out to help each other - to give one another a hand across a chasm in the road, a place where the road has washed away - or where the fog is too dense to see... And while you're standing there spinning in your tracks, shaking your head, thinking "This isn't where I planned to be! Did I miss the road? What's going on?What the heck happened! Damn GPS!" Someone will reach out and say, "I'm here, hold on, we'll find your way back. We'll do this together."
Someone reached out to me not long after this happened to Drew, handed me a journal and said, "Write it all down. Everything. Every thought, every feeling, every memory." This dear friend knew about "chatharsis". She knew that by writing it all down, I would begin to feel better. I wasn't even thinking 'catharsis,' probably couldn't spell it either, but after a while I followed her advice. And as I wrote and relived Drew's life and his death, a strange thing happened. I began to look forward to "journaling" every day. (Something I'd never done.) And about 6 months into this, I actually could feel the load lightening, the darkness lifting. It was then that I began to think that if this could lift me - even a little bit - it might do the same for others And the more I thought about it the more the idea to put it into book form began to grow. And soon, "By Morning's Light" was born - thanks to a friend who reached out and helped me take the first step forward. That was Cindy.
I'm so glad we're all walking through this life together. I would have been lost without you.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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!
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!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
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!
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."
How absolutely GREAT!
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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!
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!
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