My Book Project – Nearing Completion!

I am filled with mixed emotions as I sit down to write this post. I’m full of gratitude for the opportunity to share my story. The love and support my family and friends have shown towards me from the onset of this project has me forever indebted. I’m sure there were many times over the past five years they would have wished I’d just stop talking about the spiritual side of life. There were many times I wondered what my life would be like if I never had the near death experience and the waking visions. Would my faith and spiritual belief be as strong as it is today? I highly doubt it.

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A Brief Chat with Jesus (Part II): Guest Post

Good-Friday-crosses-1(Continued from Part I)

Shelley’s Intro: A recurring dream on Good Friday annually for three years has kept Suzanne Paschall searching for its truest meaning for 15 years since…

 

Unanswered questions

First, Why do I have this dream over and over? Second, why on Good Friday, the commemoration of Jesus’ death by crucifixion on the cross?
Next, is there any symbolism in the setting – the rocky path, the cliff on one side and meadow on the other, the weather? In good fiction, these are primary storytelling elements that can serve as metaphors, foreshadowing events to come, or setting a mood or tone to heighten the scene’s meaning.
Then, why does he brush my hand away, and why does he seem to show little if any emotion? The archetype of Jesus in my memory was always presented as a good, kindly figure. This Jesus was not only not kind, but a bit stand-offish.
Also, he was clearly (to me) Jesus, and not an angel, so why did his actions and speech seem to indicate that he was an angel?
And then finally, the most intriguing question: What the heck is the meaning of the one and only statement he makes to me in this dream? “You cannot discern the lips of an angel.”
Over the years, on the occasions it would re-surface in my memory, I’ve played the game of trying to change the emphasis on different words of the sentence to see if a meaning that made sense might shake out of an altered reading.
You cannot discern the lips of an angel,” for instance, meant to me that there was something wrong with me, some obstruction in my head or heart, that was keeping me from recognizing him as who he was? Was this about my lapse of faith?
But, “you cannot discern the lips of an angel,” might read as a chastisement; or an enlightenment about the nature of angels; that they are un-discernible, so there is no point in trying to do so (by reaching out Angels & Jesusto touch them).
“You cannot discern the lips of an angel” is a most fascinating read, and could be a piece all on its own…spiritual discernment, as it turns out, is a big deal to God.
And discerning angels is actually a thing, as I learned once when I put the actual phrase Jesus spoke into Google’s search engine to see what would transpire.
In short, spiritual discernment is about a person’s ability to see the difference between truth and error; right and wrong, good and evil, ultimately, Satan and God.

Now it makes sense…?

So, wow again. With this reading I can easily go down the rabbit hole of my own co-dependency, and my resulting lack of clarity and ability to make decisions; never knowing the right or wrong answer. That could be why I couldn’t relate to any meaning for me at the time; I was in a big denial state about my situation. But now, in recovery, it actually makes a great deal of sense.
Reconnecting with God for me is in its early stages, but powerful things have already happened. My ability to “discern” is growing; I can feel it. I’m still a novice, and old habits die hard, but I’m also becoming more aware every day.
And, to be honest, I’ve stayed stuck at the word discernment in the sentence, so haven’t even made it to putting the emphasis on lips or angel yet. I’m still working on it. One day at a time. When Shelley asked me if I’d be willing to share this story for this Good Friday season, I hesitated, and then agreed. Mostly because she is such a dear person and I trust her, but also because maybe, just maybe, the answer isn’t inside me after all, but is out there somewhere…with one of you. Or maybe one of you is meant to consider your own ability to discern from reading this post.
Blessings for this Lenten season, and especially for a prayerful, thoughtful Good Friday filled with gratitude, and a glorious Easter Sunday of praise, hope and love.
I’ve always liked Socrates’ assertion that “the unexamined life is not worth living.” And this dream series event bears examining. If only because it still won’t leave me, years after its actual occurrence.

Ask, and you shall receive,
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A Brief Chat with Jesus (Part I): Guest Post


Intro from Shelley:
Part of our journey while we’re here on Earth is to be of service to others. At some point in our lives a profound spiritual awakening may take place. There’s a story in each one of us that has us opening up to the possibility of a Greater Power’s existence.

Suzanne Paschall, my editor/publisher and author of The Pink Notebook Project, recently shared with me a life altering, soul awakening event, and I asked her if she would put pen to paper to also share the story with you. The next two blog postings will help us open up to the beautiful reality of how God works. The Creator lovingly sends signs to us in our darkest moments. We are being guided and encouraged to stay on the path of life which will give us the most soulful growth.

I would like to thank Suzanne for sharing her Divine experience, A Brief Chat with Jesus. I know these posts will open up a much-needed connection for some of my readers.  I also want to invite you to share a piece of your story. You can do so through the Your Stories tab on my website.  It is through sharing parts of our life’s journey we aid in healing ourselves and each other. We are all here to grow in love and compassion. We are all teacher and student in this miraculous incarnation.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

Shelley

A Brief Chat with Jesus  (Part I) 

LucidDreamingI’ve always been a dreamer. I mean that literally. I’m what’s referred to in dream literature as a recaller, meaning I often remember quite a lot of detail about many dreams, long after I have them. Over the years I’ve collected books on dream research, and at one point in my life tried to practice lucid dreaming.

My dreams have been prescient (foretelling); recurring or, as I now understand, direct connections with other figures, like what I believe happened to  me when I had the same dream every Good Friday night for three years in a row.

My relationship with God, or my Higher Power, has been nebulous all my life. Though I was raised in the Lutheran faith, with the support of a fine preacher who shepherded me through Catechism, I fell away from the Church later in life for some very specific reasons. Over time, I felt like the only “higher power” I could rely on was me, and wow, I worked that martyrdom hard for a few decades.

I don’t recall what exactly was happening in my life when the recurring Jesus dream started some 15 years ago, or when it stopped recurring a few years later. But the details of it have never left me, and have left me with unanswered questions.

The dream

The dream begins with me walking on a narrow dirt path that winds along the edge of a very high cliff. Beyond the cliff to my right I can see a massive expanse of ocean. The horizon is dark and changing, a storm is brewing. But I don’t feel any sense of temperature, of cold or heat. I know I am dreaming. I don’t feel any emotions, except a little curiosity as I advance slowly on this path, taking care not to trip on the occasional stones that appear in the path.
To the left of the path is a wide thatch of wild meadow. The growth is patchy and scraggly; it’s not a tended crop field; nor a garden. The area seems deserted, and there is a forest off in the extreme distance left and forward.
I feel the wind pick up, freshen off the ocean, and now I do feel temperature—a tinge of cool, moist air—as I approach a bend in the path that slowly rises up. I round the corner, and my tread become uncontrollably leaden. It’s as if I’m being compelled by some greater force to slow my steps. I climb up the rise and a figure slowly comes into view.
It’s a man sitting quietly on a rock on a small plateau at the cliff’s edge. There are numerous boulder-like stones strewn at this spot. The man is sitting calmly, clearly waiting for someone to approach. I assume it’s me, because I’m the only other person here. I approach him very slowly, and more details come into view. He’s wearing a long white robe, with a rope belt tied casually at his side. He has long brown wavy hair. His hands are in his lap. He’s facing away from the ocean, looking directly at me. He is neither smiling nor scowling. His face is completely passive, expressionless, except for his brown eyes that look blandly at me. He is otherwise as motionless as a statue.
He doesn’t speak, but seems to be waiting for me to ask a question. I don’t know how I know this, but I do. However, I have no idea what is the question I’m supposed to ask.
I stop in front of him, perhaps a foot away. We look at each other. For some reason, I reach out with my hand to touch his lips. (I have no idea why I do this.) His reaction is strange, and becomes the first of my questions that I have after the dream. He moves his hand up quickly to push my hand away. His face doesn’t change, but it clearly appears to be a gesture of rebuff.
I feel confusion bloom on my face, but I can’t speak. Then he does, and he says, quite clearly but without emotion, “You cannot discern the lips of an angel.”

It reverberates inside me, repeating and repeating. I continue to look at him. I glance over at the ocean, at the approaching weather, and wonder why I’m here, and what I’m supposed to be learning. I feel quite strongly that he is Jesus, and that this is a lesson. That I’ve been brought to this precipice for a reason, and that unlike a dream, this appears to be a direct communication with this figure, executed through a sleep-state. Again, I don’t know how I know this, but I most emphatically do. I have years and years of attentive dream experience to compare this to, and this encounter stands unique.

This is where the dream-state experience ends, and I wake up. I then experience this again on the next Good Friday and I have this dream for several years—on this night and only on this night.
I never forget it, it never changes…and I never figure out the central questions that stay with me to this day.

(Continued in Part II – Unanswered Questions)

Summer of 2012 – Heavenly Creatures

A few months prior to the summer of 2012, I started reading a series of books. Over the course of a few years this series literally changed how I view love, faith and the possibilities of real miracles. The series that I’m referring to is The Angelic Letters by Henry K. Ripplinger of Regina, Saskatchewan.

These books are written directly from the writer’s soul. Henry’s gift of writing has helped me come to realize that the power of God’s love has no limits, that a love that is meant to be between two people will always find a way—man cannot stop God’s plan. If we try to interfere with the Divine’s plan for pure love to grow and flourish, we will not win the battle. God’s plan is full of good intention. Good will always conquer evil if purity of love is the intent. This series is a must-read for all adults. It taught me many life lessons. Most of all it taught me just how deeply we are loved and guided by our Creator.

Blog 7aThis type of reading also helped guide me to better understand the spirit world. The more you trust and believe in its existence the more it’s willing to share with you the secrets it holds. The connection that I’ve made with our Creator is alive and well today. I’m also very aware of how nature and the spirit world work hand in hand to keep our connection real and physical.

Because we are still in physical form we need to see the connection; that’s how we humans justify reality. By seeing signs we are able to agree on the possibility of another life. Paying attention to nature is a sure way to connect to the Creator and the spiritual realm. If we take the time to slow down and focus on nature, it will show us many beautiful sights. Stop and watch a rabbit nibble on a blade of grass, or listen to a song bird chirp, or feed a squirrel some nuts. These beautiful little creatures are definitely the Divine’s messengers. Through Henry’s books we are shown how the power of human love has no limits, and through believing in our guardian angel(s) and butterflies as messengers from heaven we can remain on the path that God has placed before us. After reading the first couple of books in Henry’s series I started to pay close attention to these heavenly messengers.

I’m sure you will agree with me that there isn’t a better place to connect with nature than surrounding yourself in it. My husband and I spend a good part of our summers up at the lake and that’s where the fun begins. After I finished reading the first book in Henry’s series I was more aware of the very special purpose these creatures have on this planet.

Our first encounter was with a tiny little monarch butterfly. My daughter Branelle and I had just nicely settled into our lounge chairs down on our dock one sunny hot July day when we had an unexpected visitor. A butterfly had joined us and it was somewhat unsettled. It flitted here, there and everywhere, never landing for any length of time on either of us. It would first land on our toes and after it felt safe there it moved up to our fingers. This monarch had Branelle and I thoroughly enjoying its playful nature. It would fly back and forth taking turns visiting each of us, and it appeared to have no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Blog 7bbA few weeks earlier I had explained to Branelle what I had learned in regards to Henry Ripplinger’s Angelic Series and how butterflies are spirits trying to connect with us. That being said, we both knew who this heavenly visit was from. Branelle had lost a friend earlier that year to a sudden death and she knew that it was him visiting. He loved the lake and hanging out with friends. He would generally show up unannounced and leave the same way: One minute he was here visiting and then the next he was gone. He was a free spirit and this butterfly definitely had his personality. The fluttery creature spent the entire afternoon with us down by the water, and then, when we least expected it, it was suddenly gone.

The one understanding that I’ve gained since my NDE is that spirits will seek out a person who believes their existence is real. They won’t necessarily search for a person they were close to here in the physical world, especially if that person is a non believer. Spirits look for humans that have an understanding of the spirit world. If you want a spirit to connect with you, you must have total trust and faith in an afterlife. If you have an encounter with nature and you think it’s a spirit trying to connect with you, STOP and LISTEN to your thoughts. Spirits will deposit thoughts in our heads. If you think, Oh, that’s probably Grandpa, or, That reminds me of my cat, it’s likely that spirit put the thought there for you to receive. Whoever or whatever pops into your head first is usually the spirit that wants to make itself known.

I’m so thankful that my soul has been opened up to this awareness and I have Henry Ripplinger to thank for it.

(To be continued)

Ask, listen and be watchful

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The Power of 10 : Divine Order

"The Character for 10 in Chinese"

The character for 10 in Chinese

Within weeks after the heavenly dimes started appearing from my deceased father, I started noticing the number 10  was standing out more than ever. I’m not one to become obsessed with anything in particular but this number had my undivided attention.  It started very simply. I glanced at the clock and the time was 10:10. I picked up burgers at drive through and my change was $10.10. I bought my mom a Valentine’s gift while on holidays and the bill came to $210.10. So after noticing so many 10s, I thought I’d better check out the meaning of the number 10 online. Many websites state that in the Bible the number 10 implies completeness, and that everything is in its proper order, there is also a religious significance to the number in many cultures. Ten represents perfection of divine order,  That’s a pretty amazing claim to fame. Continue reading

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

Gift Sharing: Our Soul’s DNA

It took a few months for me to process what had really happened to me when I had my waking visions. There is often a stigma attached to people who open up about their near death experiences (NDE). In the past I was a bit of a skeptic about so called trips to heaven. My skepticism was thrown out the window in April, 2013 and I now have a much better understanding of where we go from here. I was extremely thankful to still be alive in the physical state, but the soulful part of my existence wanted to be there, in heaven. I missed being surrounded by that unending and unconditional love. I felt that I was truly at home.

I don’t want to send the wrong impression by saying I’d rather be there, but it’s a very honest statement. I love my family and friends wholeheartedly, but the love that I experienced there  was astounding. I find it very difficult to explain to people why I’d choose being there over being here. Most people look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Most people fight like hell to stay here on Earth, but until you have experienced the love of the divine, a love that knows no limits, it’s almost impossible to understand.

All the sand in the universe

Heart shape drawn on a sandy beach at sunrise on the beautiful island of Thassos, Greece.

Heart shape drawn on a sandy beach at sunrise on the beautiful island of Thassos, Greece.

The best way for me to describe the love that I experienced on the other side is like this: The love we have for our parents, a spouse/partner, and a child is equivalent to a grain of sand. That grain of sand represents a love that we would die for. If you have ever been in love, you know exactly what I’m talking about; you would lay down your life for a person you truly love.

I rate the love that the creator has for us as equivalent to all the grains of sand in the universe. The love I experienced on the other side was all encompassing, accepting and all forgiving. It’s a love that we as humans cannot grasp or understand; we will never get our heads around the divine’s power of love. We just need to trust that it exists.

Gifts of transformation

Since this holy experience I have come to really  value the life I’m living. I’m very thankful for who I’ve become today. I have been given another chance at this life, the opportunity to make some corrections. I have changed for the better. I’m giving myself a lot of me  time. Before this experience I was always on the run, I was burned out. Now, I don’t take my breath for granted, the words I love you are said often, and I make time for the important things in my life–mainly my family.

I’ve also started to develop the gifts that I was born with. Far too often people don’t take the time to make themselves happy. Everyone has been given special talents, but many haven’t developed those gifts. We feel that if we can’t make a living financially with our God-given ability, we need to wait until we have more free time in our lives. Sadly, that waiting pushes us further away from the creator. Our talents are written in our soul’s DNA. We’re created to use those talents to the best of our ability and to share them with the world.

“Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

–Matthew 5:14-16

Over the past year and a half I have been developing my writing and painting skills. I have connected to both of these talents with much ease. My transformation has been very positive because I have chosen a new life path, my soul’s path. When we choose to take the right path, our lives start to flourish and evolve quickly. I have been guided to an amazing publisher and editor, Suzanne Paschall. She has coached me with a very positive and informative writers program. I know that God has placed her in my life.

I have also been steered in the direction of an astonishing local painter, John David Epp. John and I spend many hours at his kitchen table. He has been sharing his love of art with me and I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Both John and his wife Hilda have opened their home to me, and we have shared laughter and tears. We are all benefiting from each other’s love.

If you are feeling overwhelmed with your life, slow down and ask for the guidance, ask to be shown your lifeGreen leaf with water drop path. The divine is always listening to our calls for help. God wants us to succeed. All it takes is for you to listen for the answer and trust your intuition; the creator uses it to connect. It will never let you down. One small change can start a ripple effect that will send you on the journey of a lifetime. Take the leap of faith and ask.

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Crossing Over: Encompassed by Love

April 3, 2013
3:10PM
Victoria Hospital, Prince Albert, Saskatchewan

I am just dozing off when I feel my body lift off the hospital bed. Before I know what’s happening I am The light at the end of the tunnelpulled into a gray tunnel. The tunnel is turning ever so slowly and the little twinkle lights on the wall of the tunnel illuminate the path for my soul. There is a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. It is warm and I have no desire to look back at where I have come from. I float weightless towards the light. I am at peace. I have the feeling that I have been here before; I feel like I am coming home.

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Divine Dimes: Signs From Loved Ones

Since the passing of my father, Peter, back in April 2014 we have experienced an ongoing miracle of divine signs. Our family has been gifted with the realization of just how close our deceased loved ones are. Dad wasn’t gone for more than two hours when we realized that he was already trying to connect with us from the other side.The road from coins

Mom was the first to receive Dad’s gift of dimes. The first was found in her coat pocket as we were leaving Regina’s General Hospital, just an hour after Dad had passed away. At first, Mom didn’t think much of finding the dime in her coat pocket, but she did think that it was a little odd.

My mother is the type of woman who will take the time to put all of her change in her wallet. She’s cute…she could have five people standing in line behind her waiting for the till at the grocery store and she’ll still take the time to put her change away. It’s just the way she is, so that’s why the one and only dime she felt in her coat pocket seemed completely out of place.

After leaving the hospital that night Trent and I headed to Mom’s house in Regina to spend the night. It was a long day for all of us and we hadn’t even taken time to eat. Trent dropped Mom and I off at her house, then headed to a local fast food restaurant to grab us a meal.

Mom and I visited a bit and then she headed down the hallway to her bedroom. As she turned on the light she noticed a shiny dime on Dad’s dresser. This dime was placed directly in front of a small porcelain alter server statue. This statue was given to Mom and Dad as a wedding gift from the priest that married them 56 years ago. Mom thought for a minute, and then accepted the fact that she had been very busy since Dad took ill, she must not have noticed the dime there prior to today.

Trent returned with our supper and we all sat down and ate. We were all still in shock with how quickly our day changed. Dad seemed to be getting better day by day. It’s crazy at how quickly our hopes can turn into such a sad reality.

Dimes everywhere

After supper Mom headed downstairs, she had remembered that she had thrown a load of laundry in earlier that day; she needed to move it to the clothes dryer. She walked into the laundry room and as she was tossing the wet clothes in the dryer she noticed one lonely dime sitting on the dryer. There was very little clutter on either unit, so this dime almost jumped out at her. She was more than certain that she hadn’t put the dime there. Mom headed back upstairs somewhat puzzled by the three dimes she had noticed over the last couple of hours.

Trent and I were now relaxing in the living room when Mom let out a yell from the bathroom. Have you guys been putting dimes throughout my house? Trent and I looked at each other. I asked, What are you talking about? Mom stepped out of the bathroom where she had just received her fourth dime. This dime was sitting right in front of her makeup bag on the countertop.

Mom then explained to Trent and I what had been happening to her over the course of the past two hours. Both Trent and I had a light bulb moment. I was pretty sure that I had read a book by the medium John Edward and in that book he stated that the souls that have passed will sometimes send us coins to let us know that they are still with us.

Making the connection

My Dad, Peter Garchinski, in the Regina General Hospital, the last time I saw him, five days before he passed away. Taken April 20, 2014.

My Dad, Peter Garchinski, in the Regina General Hospital, the last time I saw him, five days before he passed away. Taken April 20, 2014.

Trent then remembered a story that Mom and Dad shared with us often over the course of our marriage. On Mom and Dad’s first date Dad had taken Mom to the movie. Mom remembers sitting there smelling the popcorn. Being a young teacher and on a strict budget, Dad never offered to buy her the popcorn. Mom had teased Dad for 56 years about being a little too tight with the popcorn funds.

Trent asked, How much did the popcorn cost back then? Mom said, 10 cents.

We all knew that Dad hadn’t left us, and he was right there smiling at how we recognized his presence. Over the course of the next few weeks (and now years) we have been receiving dimes almost daily. His family, retired work colleges, friends will all attest to this beautiful connection. Whenever we share this remarkable happening with someone new, they either have a story to share with us, or within the next couple of days we’ll get a phone call or a text message explaining another dime find.

And Dad, we miss you terribly, but the connection you’ve made with us has eased our sad hearts. Thank you for lifting our heavy load.

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