Here you will find excerpts
from rough chapters in my upcoming book. I'll add
excerpts from chapters as I work on them. Many
people have asked me in the last few years when I was I going
to write a book. That's spirits way of getting a message to
us. With the help of spirit are the following
highlights.
Dreaming Oprah has added to the outline
of this book. In my diary pages she visited me
several times in a short span of a few months and spoke only a few
words. As a result, this book will now have twelve
chapters.
The Beginning
I don't know who I am. Every
morning I am reborn. Reborn with new beliefs about what is
true, what is real. Once I say I am this or I am that I will
stop growing. My being is constantly evolving and needs no
interruption from my limited beliefs or thoughts. Were it any
other way I would not be here at all.
Thursdays
We were getting situated before we bagan
the meeting. Just by coming together did the energies start
building. I immediately had a vision of a river flowing
beneath us. I waited until everyone was settled before I
placed too much attention on it.
"We have a river floating beneath us," I
began, watching as everyone's interest focused. "We are
intended to ride the flow of it. It is wider and longer than
the eye can see and yet it is a river. Trust compels us to
submit to its strong current. Our destination is in the hands
of spirit for there are no visible borders to our
rescue. Remain focused to your immediate
surroundings. Understand that where your thoughts drift so too
does your energy. When you are ready to proceed, close your
eyes and we will begin the journey."
Road Trip
Once when we were siting in a
restaurant he casually asked, "The fellow siting next to
us. Where is his pain?"
My heart was suddenly in
pain. It felt tight. "Whew! Not while I'm
eating."
He just laughed. "Yes,
and...?"
He's definitely headed for heart
trouble. But it starts in his throat. He's swallowing
his words. If he doesn't speak up soon his heart will surely
break. This is so tied into Louise Hay's blue book (Heal Your
Body) of affirmations. Have you noticed how beneficial it
is?"
"Oh, yes. Fear does need to be
considered though. For instance, a fear of going to the
dentist may result in dental problems. The fear needs to be
addressed first. However, if you get regular checkups and a
problem pops up then you are looking at an issue outlined in the
book."
That is an interesting way to look at it,
I thought. "Yes, you can attract to you what you
fear."
Cane's Way
Some called him a sorcerer. His given
name came from the pages of the Bible. He dabbled in the dark arts.
A dark figure stood in his energy field, granting his requests. He
was looking for a quick path to power and grabbed anything that came
along to achieve that goal. His name was Cane and I would feel his
sting many times.
Cane’s third eye was sealed, blinded on
all levels, including the physical, for his crimes against humanity
in previous lifetimes. He could not inappropriately use what he did
not have. So he improvised. He learned other ways to gain power. He
stole it.
The Visitors
A friend was visiting when Jesus
appeared. I was intrigued by the apparition. I work with the Christ
energy when I do healings and have felt his presence many times. He
often shows up in my energy field as a guide. But this image was
totally different. There were symbols in the image, symbols
conveying a specific message. But he wasn’t the first visitor that
evening.
I’d gone to the kitchen to fetch my
friend and I something to drink. I was pouring out the drinks into
glasses when I noticed a frantic shadow bouncing about on the floor.
It was an overcast day outside and no other shadows were
significantly present in the unlit room. Darting shadows were a
common experience for me. But this one remained present. I took a
direct look at the shadow and realized it was a being. There was
three dimensionality to the dark, small form. It danced around my
kitchen floor with enthusiasm and delight. I acknowledged his
presence with a smile and reluctantly returned to my guest waiting
in the other room.
There, facing my friend, was Jesus. “What
is Jesus doing here”, I asked, surprised.
My friends face went blank. I felt the
uneasiness building inside him. “Did you call him in? What were you
just thinking?” I kept coming with the questions. But there were no
replies, only increasing anxiety.
“He’s looking directly at you. No need to
worry though,” I added quickly, sensing agitation from my friend.
“He apparently is just letting you know that he is here for you. He
knows that you are going through some trouble at the moment and
wants to assure you that you are not alone. You’re never alone.” I
couldn’t seem to be quiet. It was a message for anyone, everyone.
The information kept coming with a pushing motion, insisting that my
friend needed to hear the message.
The Regression
After the opening regression I suddenly
found myself in a curious place. I had a human form but it was one
that I was able to adorn when needed. I was a non third dimensional
being with the ability to travel along streams of energy. At my
present position, I was standing between two scenes. The scene on my
left was an approaching mass of refugees, fleeing a burning city
behind them. On my right was an advancing troop of soldiers, heading
towards a vibrant city. Neither scene was aware of the other or
aware of me. Both scenes were historically separate by hundreds of
years. I was here to observe and record the energy. I’m here by the
projection of my own thought. I am a leader and keeper of
secrets.
A high, transparent white wall appeared
to my right and stretched towards infinity. It felt alive as it
vibrated with energy. I knew it was my transport and conveyed this
to Dolores through hypnosis.
“Move as you feel led and let me know
when you have reached your next destination.”
I moved towards the wall, felt an
acceleration, then dark space enveloped me. “I’m inside of something
and it’s dark.”
“Allow there to be light and tell me what
you see.”
The dark space took on a glow,
though there was no visible light source. “I’m inside of what I can
only call a rock but not just any kind of rock. I don’t recognize
the material and I’m unsure of the size of it. It is solid but I’m
able to exist energetically inside of it. It’s mostly space with
floating molecules, from my perspective. It is like a cave but there
is no entrance. There are images of other beings surrounding the
perceived interior walls. They are all leaders, keepers of secrets,
from different planets, galaxies, and vary greatly in appearance. I
am the conduit between their galaxies, the link. Information comes
to me through a swirl of bright light. I download, absorb this
information, then direct it to the others. We know to one another. I
didn’t want to come here. I didn’t want to leave the stars. I’m
lonely here. “
Camping
Trip
I’d remembered a time, a few months ago, when I did stop for
lunch on a similar trip. It was a busy cafeteria style restaurant. I
was moving down the food line with my tray when one of the servers
grabbed my attention. She was very distressed, energetically. I felt
the angels pushing me to say something, anything to help her. I
hesitated and the angels pushed harder. I felt led to say something
about her hair. I didn’t know or ask why that would matter. I simply
said, “Your hair is so beautiful.”
“Thank you. Oh, thank you.” She burst with a reply. She was near
tears, ready to jump the counter to hug me.
I felt the angel pressure subside and knew that she would be fine
now. It was a serious matter or the angels would not have been so
pushy. A bomb had been defused. I was happy for her.
The
Hike
We stopped at the bottom of the mountain
at a convenience store to pick up a few items for our hike in the
surrounding hills. The trip was longer than anticipated as I felt
drawn to change our direction half way to our destination and head
here instead. While my friend was inside picking up a few items to
go with our lunch I suddenly understood why I was led
here.
There, in the thick, green foliage did he
abruptly appear. I was holding my camera in my lap, staring off into
the green thicket when something took over my vision. My eyes
physically darted about in my head uncontrollably. It felt like they
were being physically moved by an unseen force and I was resisting.
The motion did not stop until I gave into the force behind it.
My eyes stopped., wide opened and fixated
on a certain, curious spot not twenty feet from the building. There
the foliage moved, opened like a flower in time lapse photography.
A form was pushing out of the foliage, pushing out from one
dimension into this. It blossomed into a full robust figure from the
thighs up. His edges became clearly defined and his facial features
began to take form when I realized I was seeing the Green
Man.
Shaman's
Death:
I dreamed I awoke three different times
within a single dream. The first time I awoke I was lying naked on
my back in a darkened room, surrounded by a dozen or more animals
(or so they appeared). There was an assortment of animals from
several continents. They were slicing my skin off with great skill.
I calmly told them, “I realize we made this agreement but I’d like
to wait a little longer”. They simply stopped and moved back with
the motion a human would. The smaller framed animals appeared to
elongate as they moved in an upright position. I reached up behind
me and petted the breast of a lion then fell back asleep.
Again I awoke in the dream and in the
same position only to find that the animals had removed the lower
part of my body while I was asleep. Again I requested, “I realize
that we made this agreement but can it wait”. They backed away. I
stroked someone’s furry ear then went back to sleep.
Once more I awoke in the dream to find
only my head in a pile of large feathers outside under the sun. A
golden retriever was to my right side looking down at me, as if he
had been there all the while, waiting for me to recover. I said,
“Well here I am”. I reached up with my phantom hand to pet the dog.
He looked off in the distance and started barking. I fell back
asleep.
When morning arrived my eyes opened to
more familiar surroundings. The odd dream was fresh in my memory and
I ran it through my head several times to be sure I remembered
everything until I had a chance to write it all down. The colors,
the animals, the feel of their fur and their odd movements and
facial expressions were still vivid. They looked and felt like
animals but they were human underneath. I could feel the human
intelligence there. My higher self understood that we had made this
agreement before hand. Still, I was reluctant to proceed at this
time. No matter, the time was now.
The suns rays were slicing through the
window blinds and warming my face as I still lay in bed rewinding
the dream. As far back as I can remember the sun would cheerfully
greet me each morning. It would speak to me with urgency to hurry
outside and be with it. I could feel it’s pull. The sun was my
playmate and a fiery angel in the sky watching over me. This morning
was no different and I got up to write down my dream and walk in the
sun.
I had the distinct impression that my
dream was similar to having surgery and I kept drifting in and out
of anesthesia. I was seeing more than was intended. And there was
more to the dream beyond where I remember it ending. I knew I’d
experienced a Shaman’s death.
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