Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
This was written several years ago; tweaked in 2021. It’s a traditional piece I now read aloud most Thanksgivings.
The words came to me while I was in the midst of divorce. Part of that change required me to leave the home I’d owned with that spouse. It was tough to let go of a place I’d loved and shared with many close friends and family for over a decade.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, pages 129-131, by Doug Marman
I remember waking up from a vivid dream one sunny day, having dozed off in the afternoon. In the dream I had been reading ancient Indian teachings written upon red rock mountain walls. I couldn’t remember the writings when I awoke, but I was left with a deep feeling that there was meaning inscribed upon the Earth itself. It was like a message imprinted from ages of men and women who had crossed the land. Almost as if the planet itself had absorbed the conscious lessons of the lives of those people and was now trying to give back this wisdom to any who would listen.
Guest Post by Doreen Chia
A thunderous roar. A great flash of light. A flame that does not burn. A gust of wind. Tiny specks of gold, silver, or blue light. A mystically clear voice. Prophetic dreams. Celestial music. A vision, a revelation, an out-of-body journey, angels appearing out of nowhere. These extraordinary experiences have been written about by poets, storytellers, saints, and seekers of God. Such phenomena come to those who have cultivated an inner ear or eye.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
This tale began early 2022 when I started experiencing severe muscle fatigue and joint pain. Several specialists, tests, scans, and TIME later resulted in a single “generic prognosis:“ High inflammation since you’re getting old. Continue exercising and learn to live with the pain.”
Guest Post by Riley Carson
This song narrates excerpts from one woman’s journey of personal redemption after experiencing a Near Death Experience. Her story has a profound message of unconditional love available to all, no matter how difficult one may think their life is, or how little value one feels as a human being. This song’s lyrics are excerpts from her near death experience story. Her name is Deborah S. Weiler, and her book is titled “Dead is Just a Four Letter Word“.
If you feel like reading more of her story, here is a link to the website where she tells part of her story.
By Michael Avery
What I remember most about my time in Hawaii in my late twenties was that first walk from my rented condo to Waikiki beach.
By Michael Avery
In Gifts of Unknown Things: A True Story of Nature, Healing, and Initiation from Indonesia’s Dancing Island, Lyall Watson tells the story of a woman named Tia’s miraculous manipulation of reality. This South African scientist, despite numerous academic degrees, found traditional science inadequate in explaining the mysteries of nature. His search for answers led him to remote corners of the globe where he was introduced to the paranormal.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Look around—our world is fracturing,
news breaking like waves against our peace,
Uncertainty is the only certainty we know.
The ground shifts daily beneath our feet,
and we are asked to walk anyway, to live anyway,
to find our way through the storms of life.
By Michael Avery
One morning last year, an image came to mind of a young cowboy and an actress from Hollywood. Falling in love presents them with some big challenges. The two people have very different lives and goals. Would he move to LA to be with her or would she move to Texas? Surprisingly, the lyrics for a song came through as I thought about their relationship. Enjoy…
By Michael Avery
On Sunday afternoons, the prophet often invited some of the animals to join him on his journeys up Little River. One day, to his surprise, two muskrats who had long been loyal passengers approached him with news of their discontent.
In a far off land on the edge of a jungle, or so they had heard, lived another prophet, one who had built a wondrous boat. The river he crossed was much greater than tiny Little River.
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