My Kid's Book is Rescued From Another Box of Misfit Books

A couple of months ago, I received a call from a woman affiliated with author Neale Donald Walsch's (Conversations with God) website. Turns out that her colleague stumbled across my kid's book in a "close-out" bin at some bookstore somewhere and bought a copy. I guess they liked it because the woman who called me told me they wanted to feature Inside Out on Walsch's "School of the New Spirituality" store website. So they blew the dust off the cover of my book and put it up on their "Eyes Wide Open - Mini Store" webpage. You can see it here: http://www.schoolofthenewspirituality.com/book_order.cfm#12

Taking Showers and Talking to Dead People

It's been some time since I last posted something and being that I rarely leave the house and therefore don't really have anything of interest to write about . . . I thought I'd blather on about the latest adventures inside my head. enjoy.

For some reason, someone must have turned on the "seeing dead people" switch in my wee little brain.

It started several months ago after coming home one night from teaching to a message from my uncle telling me that he found his friend dead that morning. Not really knowing my uncle's friends, I had no idea who it could have been. Before calling him back I took a quick shower. During which, the spirit of my uncle's best friend since childhood showed up and started talking to me. Interesting timing, I know. He told me how he died and gave me some messages to pass on to my uncle.

The curious thing for me was that communicating with folks who've died was something I could do when I altered my consciousness and slipped into the world of the shaman, but communicating with spirits without being in an altered state was new. I figured, "hey, this is probably just a one-time cosmic shower kind of event." Right? I'm sure it happens to people all the time. Sure, why not.

But then it started to happen at work too. While doing psychotherapy with people who were grieving, I'd see the spirit of the person they were grieving for standing next to them and/or I'd start seeing flashes of images. It was a little distracting. On a few occasions, with people who volunteered that they had a desire to seek out the services of a medium, I took the risk and shared what I was perceiving with them. At that point the therapy sessions took a bit of a turn. It seemed that the more I focused on the spirit, the more information I got, and boy, was I happy (and surprised) to discover that it was accurate. It'd be really embarrassing if it wasn't.

So at this point I have no idea if this is something that I can do at will or if it's situational. I'm just going along for the ride.

Life sure is interesting. In a strange talking-to-a-dead-person-while-taking-a-shower, sort of way. Or am I alone in thinking this?