I received a Book Excellence Award!


I am incredibly excited to announce that I have been recognized as a Book Excellence Award Finalist for my book, Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Volume One: Volcanoes in the Death and Dying Category.

The book was released on October 2018 and is about a near death experience (NDE) I had during a sudden medical emergency back on Easter week-end in 2013.

Out of hundreds of books that were entered into the Book Excellence Awards competition, my book was selected for its high quality writing, design and overall market appeal. To view my complete award listing please click here.

This book is perfect for people who are struggling with the loss of a loved one or maybe questioning the existence of God and Heaven.

You can get a copy of Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Volume One: Volcanoes by clicking here.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

Excerpt #14 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #13)

A Butterfly Vision

Branelle and I hash over the details of my last vision. We both are still puzzled with this whole ordeal. I ask her if she feels up to me describing another vision, she agrees. I close my eyes once more and the black canvas in front of me starts to come to life. This time all the little sparkly white dots slowly form and old weathered wooden deck. This deck immediately reminds me of the deck we have down by the water at the lake. It too is a deck that is unfinished and is weathered from the elements. This vision is in black and white, similar to the horse vision. A little butterfly slowly enters the scene. It has a small body and delicate wings and is doing a slow dance just above the weathered deck surface. It lands on the deck and remains there for some time.

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Crossing Over: (Part II)

(Continued from Crossing Over: Encompassed by Love)
April 3, 2013, 15 minutes later, Victoria Hospital, Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.

The return

I awaken with a jolt. I feel like someone has dropped me from about six inches above the mattress.

I catch my breath; my heart is racing. I am in a hospital bed in ICU; this is Day 5 of my recovery from surgery. I lay here in shock, fully knowing where I have just been. I start to panic, thinking, what if it’s my time to die? I can’t tell anyone about what has just happened because I’m thinking they won’t discharge me; they’ll believe I’m delusional, or hallucinating. But I’m not losing it; the only medication I’m still on is an anti-biotic and I know for sure it wouldn’t have these types of side effects. Continue reading