By Michael Avery, featuring Lin Buer,
from Seven Signs from the Universe
When Lin Buer received word that she’d been offered a Human Resources Manager position at a hotel/restaurant in Talkeetna, Alaska, she was living in Kansas with her husband, Bruce. Such a long move would take some planning as well as some inspired packing. But, finally, they were ready.
By Pichaya Avery
from The Golden Book of HU, pp. 76-77, by Michael and Pichaya Avery
“The only way out is through.” It was the answer from the Inner Teacher, who appeared in a vivid dream one night in response to my request for healing. I had poured out my heart to the Inner Teacher expressing what had been troubling me for several months prior to this powerful dream.
The chronic depression, challenges with relationships, and suffering from Bulimia that I had been experiencing for over a decade, had become overwhelming. Twice before, I had entertained suicidal thoughts. Reaching my limit, I wished to leave this earth forever.
By Michael Avery, featuring Catherine Ganci
From Seven Signs from the Universe
by Michael and Pichaya Avery, pp. 115-118
Catherine lived in a high-rise apartment in downtown Cleveland and owned a ’95 Mercury Grand Marquis. She rarely drove it, since many shops and attractions were within walking distance, some inside her own building. Catherine always placed her keys in a special place, all by themselves, in a bronze dish located in the entry.
One day, she was passing by the dish and happened to glance down. To her dismay, the keys were not in the dish. After searching each room in her apartment thoroughly, her heart sank.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
A close friend was getting near the end of life, and over our years of friendship we had shared many ideas, speculations, and solved all the world’s problems in our wide ranging conversations.
He had been a history professor and also enjoyed archaeology, philosophy, religion, the sciences. We had debates running over years, on what is consciousness, how humans got to where we are, and the existence of the cosmos.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, by Doug Marman, pp. 242-243
I paused for a moment and listened. What was it? The cool breeze rattled leaves along the walk while I waited, listening. Then it came again. A sound in the wind from far away…a child crying…It echoed within me.
By Gloria Lionz
STORIES FROM THE FIELD…aka: not-so-random signs the Divine “HAS YOUR BACK.”
Tonight, I left my naturopath’s office (Dr. Kate Wiggin) after closing. Today, like most IV sessions, I was there 3+ hours. The goal? Detoxify my body from mold poisoning (which I posted about several months ago).
By Michael Avery (from Seven Signs from the Universe)
Mark West recently wrote in an email how he’d been cautioned to use more discrimination when expressing his frustration with a person at work. “Sometimes it’s best to just keep silent and contemplate upon the reflection we’re receiving from the world around us,” Mark noted. A waking dream suggested a better approach for him to take the next time he found himself frustrated by the actions of a co-worker.
From: The Silent Questions, pages 256-258.
by Doug Marman
A young boy sat on the edge of the wharf, looking out over the gray water. His legs dangled free in the air, kicking back and forth. This was the place where he sat every day to listen to the sounds that the wind carried and to watch the way the waves danced. The sea was his friend, and he came to visit, just as he visited the geese in Mrs. Thatcher’s yard and the seagulls behind Mr. Danver’s Fish Market.
But the sea was different. The sea seemed to change every day, and yet, somehow, was exactly the same. It seemed endless and huge, yet at times you forgot it was even there, and it would startle you when you noticed it again.
By Michael Avery
A few days ago, when Oi and I began our daily walk along a path that meanders alongside a stream and some natural ponds, we came upon a disturbing scene: a motionless squirrel lying in some grass. His eyes were open, so I concluded that he had left his body through the doors of death.
But then Oi looked closer and saw that its stomach was moving in and out, faintly, but rapidly.
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