Shelley’s Volume Two: Butterflies Arrives!

Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Volume Two: Butterflies

I am trilled to announce the delivery of my second book in the three Volume series, Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus. Volume Two: Butterflies has turned out better than I could have ever imagined. 

There are 17 extraordinary stories from other authors in Volume Two: Butterflies, and a few of my own short stories as well. All of these writers have opened up their personal lives to share with us an event that has somehow changed their life. I feel extremely fortunate to have these people share their stories in this book. The art of story telling is both healing for the writer and the reader. For the writer it surfaces and releases all kinds of memories and feelings through the writing process. For the reader, it can trigger emotions and possible suggestions on how to handle something difficult in their life. It also places the reader in another world for a short period of time and engages us all in empathy and tolerance for our neighbour. 

If you purchased Volume One: Volcanoes and enjoyed my story you will certainly savour this next book in the series. If you have not yet purchased my first book it’s not too late. Here is the link for purchasing both books online. If you live in Melfort you can also purchase the books today at Melfort Spiffy Car Wash and as of Thursday, July 18th you can purchase them at Modern Flare, Home Hardware and Birds of Paradise Florist and Pet Supplies. If you live in Saskatoon, McNally Robinson has both Volumes and if you are in the Greenwater Provincial Park area, the Greenwater Park Store has them for sale. 

I’d love some feedback once you’ve read either one or both. Enjoy the rest of the your summer and I wish you all many blessings.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful,

Mercy – Needed More Than Ever

2016 – The Year of Mercy

There is nothing that you can do that can’t be forgiven. These are the words that ring through my essence daily, they were written on my soul during my 44 hour spiritual awakening back in April 2013. The Divine Source that I have come to know very personally since that experience has changed the way I look at forgiveness and mercy.

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Excerpt #13 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #12)

No end in sight…

I ask Branelle to keep praying for me. Our hearts are heavy. With no end in sight of this experience ceasing this supernatural challenge is almost more than we can bear. I keep wondering, why is this happening to me? I keep willing it to stop. I do however notice that this journey is not just about me. It’s about the truth of an afterlife. What’s being shown to me is a teaching from our loving Guide. It’s revealing to me just how close the next life is. I have always hoped that heaven did exist. I just never imagined it could be so close to our physical existence.  I now know the beautiful reality of heaven is right here on earth. The veil that stops us from seeing heaven is very thin.  I’m also certain that our core being or soul has never had a beginning and it will never have an ending. We are made in the likeness of our Creator and in doing so we always have been and always will be in existence.

I think back to the previous night and take note of the visions that we’re shown to me. These visions were not all about my life here on earth. Some of them were scenes of someone else’s life. I’m also certain that all these visions when put together form a storyboard, this puzzle will make sense to me at some point on my journey.

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Excerpt #9 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #8)

I reach under my pillow and find my rosary once more. I start to pray it again in silence. I know Trent needs some sleep, his work day is fast approaching and I have kept him awake for most of the night. I can’t tell him everything that’s happening to me. It’s not fair for me to expect him to understand it all. I don’t understand it. I don’t want to overwhelm him, even though I’m sure I already have. I lay here wondering if I’m going crazy, and just as quickly as that thought enters my mind the angels start to sing again. I now know that I’m not going crazy, this is all so beautiful and holy. I know it comes from our loving God. I’m just struggling with how is it’s possible for me to be in this physical world and also be experiencing the spiritual realm, all at the same time.

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The Father – On Earth or Above

The Father – The Son – The Holy Spirit

 

In Christian teachings the Father is the first person of the Trinity and the Divine Creator. I realize that there are many other spiritual teachings on this planet that look at the Creator with a non-gender attachment. I am very empathetic to these beliefs as well. We are all in this world to bring forth love and light;  just because I was raised as a Christian doesn’t mean I have the right to judge other religious ideologies. Through the eyes of the Creator our life path and religious beliefs are subject to the family we were born into. There is no right or wrong with any spiritual teaching that has unconditional love and forgiveness at it’s foundation. We have been born into this life for our soul’s growth. We are here to be of service to one another no matter what beliefs we call our own.

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Messages from Beyond – A Beautiful Confirmation – Part III

(Continued from Part II)

Lori’s playful answers

 

January 13th 2015 – The Connection

Tracy was relaxing into the reading and the psychic had made the contact with Lori. Tracy had assumed that Lori her sister would come through with a reference of purple pansies, and that’s where Tracy’s mind focused.  The medium, however, kept mentioning the word “willow.” This had Tracy puzzled; she couldn’t understand what willow could mean.  Leoralea mentioned the words “willow tree” and this still had Tracy questioning the connection. The medium then glanced down and closed her eyes. She said that Lori was showing her a vase with “pussy willows” in it. Tracy began to cry. She had forgotten the pussy willows.

The family had lived in northern Manitoba when the girls were little. These three sisters looked forward to the pussy willows in the spring. The pussy willows gave them more joy than Christmas or their birthdays.

The February before Lori passed away Tracy had gone down to the farmer’s market for her weekly shopping. Danny, a local farmer who had a stand in the market handed Tracy a bunch on pussy willows and said, “You need these, Tracy.” Tracy had shopped at Danny’s stand many times. This was such a kind gesture and the timing was perfect. Tracy knew immediately that she would forward them onto her sick sister Lori. Tracy attached a note encouraging Lori that with the spring season approaching there would be something to look forward to—more pussy willows.

When Lori received the package she called Tracy in tears. She was so thankful for the gift. Lori placed the willows on her kitchen table and that’s where they stayed until her passing. After Lori passed Tracy put the pussy willows in a beautiful wooden box and placed them in the casket. Her final gift to her sister.

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Lori, Tracy & Heather

The medium provided Tracy with many accurate insights to Lori’s life as it was on earth. She was spot on in regards to Lori’s two sons and her marital issues. She knew things about Lori’s nieces and nephews, parents and Tracy’s current life situation. Tracy now realized that Lori had been with her all along. Lori had been watching over her ever since her physical death. Lori had answered almost all of Tracy’s questions and did it without judgment. But there was one question she had asked Lori that still needed answered.

In Tracy’s meditations prior to the psychic reading Tracy had asked Lori a question which involved me, Shelley Zwingli. Tracy had asked Lori if she had seen me in heaven, and if she had, Lori was supposed to give reference to a dime. I was surprised that Tracy would include me in such a test of faith. As the time ticked away with the reading Tracy had forgotten the question about me. But Lori had not!

What follows is the word-for-word transcript of what happened next:

Medium Leoralea:

“She says yes, I’m done for now. So I just want you to know I am with you. I plan on watching over you for a very long time, until you are done here. So trust those little things that I am doing to get your attention. You are not going crazy, I am really with you.”

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Medium Leoralea:

“Hmmmm, the other thing Lori just showed me, she just went like that (medium makes a motion of flipping a coin in the air.) I am seeing a dime go up in the air and land on the ground. Lori says “Okay. That’s her answer.”

After Tracy shared this event with me she asked me if I had seen Lori in heaven. Unfortunately I didn’t see her at close range. The only place I truly feel Lori may have been was in the pond of water at the base of the waterfall swimming. There were many happy souls there the day that I crossed over.  The laughter I remember hearing was joy beyond our human understanding.  Lori could have very easily been there swimming in that heavenly pond. Someday we will know the answer.

The souls that have gone before us want us to be happy and they will figure out many ways to connect with us to help ease our pain. We need to muster up the faith to ask the deep questions like Tracy did. You will be amazed at the answers that these spirits will reply with. It’s because of people like Tracy that the world will come to learn that eternal love is the answer to all of our questions. Love will never let us down. Love never ends.

Many thanks again to Tracy for sharing her amazing story.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful

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Om – I Will Hold You

May 2013 – The Zwingli Farm

Proof Of HeavenI placed the book down on the counter in front of me and I let the tears fall. Brennon, our son, has been  home visiting for a couple days. He walks over, gives me a kiss on the cheek and gently rubs my back. My emotions have been like a roller coaster for the past month. I’m still struggling with what I’ve been shown and I’m so glad my family is supporting me through this life-altering experience. I’m feeling absolutely overwhelmed and I’m searching for the answers to where I was, what it all means and what I should be doing with what I’ve learned.

I have just had an aha moment linked to a book I started reading a couple days ago. The book is called Proof of Heaven written by Eben Alexander, M.D. The near death experience (NDE) I had has me reaching for all kinds of resources to read about the afterlife as I try to figure out what exactly happened to me.  In Proof of Heaven, the author mentions the term “Om” in place of the name God or Creator. This word alone has hit me like a ton of bricks.

Ever since I’ve crossed over I’ve been experiencing a strange but beautiful sensation while falling asleep at night. Just before my body becomes totally relaxed, and even before I’m sound asleep, I feel myself gently lift off the bed and a soft rocking motion begins. It’s at this stage of relaxation/sleep that I speak out loud the word “Om.” I don’t remember anything that happens after I have said this. I wake the next morning after having an amazing sleep and I’m somewhat puzzled as to why I keep saying “Om.”  Why am I saying this word on the cusp of sleep?

I have heard the word referred to during yoga sessions. I do realize that it’s a mantra that helps people connect to their inner loving source during meditation. I’m just not sure why it’s coming out of my mouth just as I fall into the unconscious state of sleep. This has been happening every night for the past month. I asked my husband, Trent, if he hears me say something just before I fall asleep. He says he does, but he’s just not sure of the word that I’m saying. He says that I’m saying it very quietly and he can’t make it out. I, however, do know the word I’m speaking and before reading Eben Alexander’s explanation I was unsure of what it could mean to me.

I glance down at the book and realize that Eben has just explained another meaning of this word to me, and I’m blown away. Tears continue to run down my cheek because the explanation is almost more than I can grasp. I now realize that I’m softly calling our Creator’s name as I’m falling asleep. I realize how beautiful it is that my soul, just at the onset of sleep, is acknowledging its maker. My soul is very much aware of what I’m doing but my physical body doesn’t have a clue why this is occurring.

Blog - Heavenly HandI think back to the previous night when I whispered Om ; at the time I was hardly conscience enough to realize it. I also understand now that the rocking motion that I’m feeling as I drift off to sleep is Om holding me. I think back to a spiritual picture my parents had hanging in their home. The following verse was inscribed over Gods hands in this picture: “I will hold you in the palm of my hands.” I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt – this is what I’ve been experiencing. An absolute peace comes over me and I wipe my tears away.

This is the first time Brennon has seen me since my surgery. He’s home for a weeklong visit. Trent and I love the time he spends with us. Over the course of a week he has listened to the entire NDE, and I have explained to him everything that has happened to me. It’s been a real eye opener for all of us.

I know over the course of the next few weeks, months and years Om will continue to share the secrets of the universe with me. I have been crying tears of joy for the past few weeks; I’ve been given the chance to learn more about this life we’re living. I’m more than grateful for this favourable outcome.

I still have the opportunity to hold my babies and sleep beside my husband. I do also realize that when their time comes and they are called home, they will be held in the palm of Om’s hands, and the spirits on the other side will welcome their arrival with unconditional love. We need to find solace in knowing that as we mourn the loss of a loved one on earth, heaven and all the angels will be cheering on their arrival.

Ask, listen and be watchful,

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Like a Thief in the Night – Marv Crosses Over

It’s only been a few months since we received the news of our friend Marv’s passing. Death does come like a thief in the night; we all think that we will have more time to say what needs to be said. How untrue!

Trent and I had planned on visiting Marv the weekend that followed his untimely passing, and now there isn’t another chance to show him how much we truly did care. Everyone has regrets and generally we are given another chance to right these missed opportunities in our lives. Unfortunately in this case there is no righting our missed visit. Marv passed away on May 28, 2015, after a battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease or Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis).

Marv & Pat Klenk and Family

Marv & Pat Klenk
and Family

Marv was a top notch husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, son and friend. He lived his life to the fullest right up to the end. Marv had a work ethic unlike anyone I’ve known. If there was a job to do, you could always count on Marv to get it done. Marv also played as hard as he worked; he loved a good time with family and friends, and if he was in your company, you could rest assured that you’d be making memories that would have you laughing for years to come. Marv was an outdoor enthusiast through every Canadian season, as well. His love of big game hunting, along with fishing both in summer and winter, had him always searching for the record breaker.

Marv was a dear friend to both my husband Trent and I. Our friendship with Marv and his wife, Pat, has lasted a little over 27 years. I first met the couple shortly after our daughter, Branelle, was born. They owned and operated the Shell Bulk Fuel depot in Melfort. I was hired as a bookkeeper and over the course of 10 years I worked alongside both of them, as well as with Marv’s brother, Dave. These three individuals taught me numerous aspects of business management and accounting, which in turn helped me keep our farms accounting books in order. I owe them many thanks for the knowledge I gained while working for them.

The Zwingli Harvest Crew September 14, 2012

The Zwingli Harvest Crew
September 14, 2012

A few years into our relationship with the Klenks, Trent and I realized that Marv had a true love for farming. I had also been told that you can’t mix work relationships and friendships. Well, the four of us proved that theory wrong. I worked for them and Marv helped my husband farm. We both had the help we needed and when we weren’t working you probably would have found us socializing together.

Over the past 10 years we haven’t been in Marv and Pat’s company as often. Our lives have taken us in different directions because of the age of our children. They have many beautiful grandchildren that get their full attention, and that’s the way it should be. We haven’t started the grandparent stage of our lives yet, so we tend to run with a different crowd.

We received the news of Marv’s passing on Thursday morning at about 8:30 a.m. The sudden reality sent Trent and I into shock and a deep sadness. Marv battled this disease for about four years, with his unfailing wife by his side. We all wondered how his previously happy, healthy life could change so quickly. We’ve all had time to prepare for Marv’s passing but for some crazy reason we figured we’d get to see him again…we thought we would have time for another visit.

After hearing the sad news I figured I’d better let our children know. They had spent many hours in the Klenk house and I know that they will be feeling our pain. I texted Brennon and Branelle the details and the strangest thing happened. During my conversation with Brennon, we had decided to send the family a dish garden instead of flowers. I love these gardens because they last a lot longer than flowers…you have a living bouquet. Man Hunting ElkI went to suggest the arrangement and glanced down on my iPhone screen to proofread what I had typed before I hit send and instead of typing dish garden it corrected it to fish garden. I glanced down on my phone and realized that the d and f are side by side so that must have been a finger slip-up. Brennon and I both decided that our whole family would go in on the dish garden for their family. I was just ready to send Brennon another text when I stopped myself once more. I had typed our daughter’s name Branelle in the text message and to my amazement me and elks  was in her name’s place. Okay, this is definitely not a typo, I thought, this is a divine connection. Marv was a fisherman and a hunter. He was getting his message through to me loud and clear. He was very much okay in this new heavenly realm and he was grateful—for him, heaven is truly an outdoor enthusiast’s dream.

Later in the day Trent and I headed into town to visit the family. I shared this texting incident with them; we all had a good laugh at how Marv had made his spirit known. I also know within the next weeks, months and years Marv will continue to connect with the people he has loved during his life here on earth. To those who loved him: He is only a whisper away, talk to him often.

I’m sure there are people that will read this and think it’s all just a coincidence, but I know better. My NDE two years ago taught me to think with my soul, not with what mankind might call common sense or logic. Nothing is common or logical in the afterlife and everything or anything is possible. When our souls have moved into the heavenly realm there are no boundaries. Love will keep us united for an eternity. We just have to open up our earthly minds and allow the souls that have departed stop by and visit.

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Summer 2012 – Heavenly Creatures (Part II)

(Continued from Summer 2012 – Heavenly Creatures)

The butterfly visits were how our summer began but that wasn’t how it ended. We had many visitors over the summer—butterflies, hummingbirds, rabbits and dragonflies. The more we believed in what we were witnessing, the more nature seemed to open up the heavenly gates to a silent conversation between us.

The summer of 2012 was also a summer that I vowed to become more active. Our winters in Canada are very long and chilly, so I needed to make the most out of the short summer season (July & August) that we have. I promised myself that I was going to go for a run through the cabins three to five days a week. Little did my husband Trent realize that I had also signed him up for the same activity; I will say, though, he was a good sport about it! I find it much easier to exercise when there’s a buddy alongside me. So, Trent and I would usually head out for our 30-minute run at about 9:00 a.m. every other morning.

The month of August was upon us and summer was quickly slipping by. Our final run was one we will both remember fondly. It was a sunny day and the temperature hadn’t broken 20 degrees Celsius yet. We headed north down the road in front of our cabin and then decided to take the quieter road behind the cabins that is usually less travelled but this morning was the exception.   As we left the view of the cabins behind there was an encounter over which I’m still in awe.

Dragonfly LandscapeNature has a way of showing us that heaven does sometimes come down to earth. As we ran down the back road we noticed the sun’s rays hitting the dewy leaves on the trees and adding a shimmer to the wet grass in the ditch. With every step Trent and I took, a host of dragonflies would lift up out of the wet grass. There were hundreds if not thousands of them. We kept running and they kept billowing up out of the lush vegetation. As I looked up ahead of us, I noticed the sunlight was also dancing off of their wings with an almost angelic aura. After about 30 seconds into this scene I glanced over at Trent and said, I’m pretty sure this is what heaven looks like. They kept rising from the grass and we kept running. It was breathtaking and oh, so holy.

This spiritual experience lasted a good 10 minutes on that quiet back road. If we would’ve remained on the path in front of the cabins that we normally took, we would have missed the whole heavenly show. God has a way of getting our attention, and the use of nature is definitely in the Creators goody bag. Taking the time to slow down and quiet our minds helps us incredibly when it comes to connecting with God and the spiritual world. There are all kinds of signs on our path, and when we quiet ourselves a new appreciation and awareness will be revealed.

I had shared the story about the dragonfly run with a couple of women from my hometown a while back. It’s through story sharing that we can connect spiritually with each other. When we allow ourselves to become vulnerable and we take risks, we move forward with spiritual growth. The sharing of an intimate experience with people you don’t know really well is sometimes dicey. Since my NDE, however, I’ve learned to take more chances with whom I share these divine encounters with; nothing ventured, nothing gained. When I take a look back to the day I shared the story with them none of us would have realized how impactful this story would become.

A couple months later, just shortly after my father passed away, I received a small package in the mail. Along with the sympathy card, the one woman sent me a beautiful dragonfly necklace. This loving gesture shows how the spirit within us is pure and unconditional; taking the time to connect with someone who mourns is worth more than we can imagine. This woman is not a close friend but an acquaintance, which still didn’t stop her from helping me in my time of sorrow.

My challenge to you is to reach out to people in need. Don’t just stay on the path that’s straight and easy; take a chance and head down that road less travelled and challenge yourself to go beyond your comfort zone. By stepping off the beaten path, we are giving our soul a chance to grow and flourish. We are on earth to grow spiritually and to help each other out. One of the ways we can grow and complete part of our life’s directive is to reach out to others in need.  Random acts of kindness can only have a positive effect on the world. We may not change the world by one act of kindness but by changing ourselves in a positive manner and reaching out to those in need we will be planting the same seed within them and in turn those loving gestures will multiply.

I know that heaven joined Trent and I on our run that morning; there is no way to deny it. It was a taste of the world to come. There is an awe-inspiring beauty that awaits our souls return, and we all have the option while we’re here to embrace it and share our love, unconditionally.

Ask, listen and be watchful

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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