MOOSE ROAD, a Canadian Tragedy

 MOOSE ROAD, a Canadian Tragedy - an excerpt

PAGE 21-22

Angel is my name. I'm named after my mother who died twenty-one years ago on the day I was born. I've never had the pleasure of meeting her; at least not that I can remember. Did we meet when I nestled safe and warm within her womb? I like to think that we did but I don't know. I can't recall and I guess I will never know for certain.

I'm told by my dad that she died on her bed right here in this house even before she gave birth to me. I think being born to a dead woman is about as creepy as anything can get but I'm told that's what happened. Thinking about it grosses me out. Though I try not to let my mind dwell on it, this knowledge is ingrained within my very being. Until now I have found no escape route from this harsh reality but I continue to search. I can only hope that one day I will find deliverance,

It is true that I find it very hard if not impossible to forget about the way I entered this cruel world. The biggest reason for that is something I blame on my father. One of the greatest problems I have is that my dad always likes to remind me of my mother's passing. He heaps the blame upon my head and has done so since I was a very little girl. He condemns me for my mother's death. Too often he will say to me, "If it weren't for you she would still be here with me."

Like a broken record he is.  It's almost a daily ritual. 

He also likes to remind me of my dependence upon him. "Where would you be without me, Angel?"

When he asks this question he doesn't expect an answer from me and I don't disappoint him. I want to tell him to be quiet; to just shut up but I've grown accustomed to offering him silence and I don't know how to break this habit. I hide in my silence.  It is my refuge.

His question scares me because, though I don't like where I am, I fear that where I could be without him might be even worse. Then I ask myself how anything could be worse. How could anything be worse than this sick, evil existence I am forced to endure?

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REAWAKENING

 REAWAKENING - an excerpt

Once he found an open wave he was quick to begin transmitting his data into the huge memory bank. For the first file he sent; George, 14879328; Numas, black, five feet seven inches, one hundred and forty pounds; accepted heat engagement; movement apparent at first inspection.

He went through all the files in exactly this manner until, once again, he needed to transmit the seventh. This time he slowed his transmission process a little and allowed a slight intrusion of his analytical process while he worked.

He sent; Linda, 775923, Nufem, white, five feet two inches, one hundred and five pounds, accepted heat engagement.  Then he stopped momentarily to analyze. He could see nothing unusual in the data, nothing that would explain his strange behaviour the previous evening. Again he began to send Movement apparent .....

He hesitated.  He wondered if he should record her unusual movements. Never in his career had a Newold actually grasped the hand of a Prime or even that of a Midescent. It was unheard of that an Analytical Prime could not make a quick decision, but Jim found it impossible to decide whether he should report the Newold's behaviour or keep the information to himself. He did not really want any extra work or hassle from his supervisor. He was over-worked as it was. Already, Jim had begun to think of Linda, 775923 as his very own and very special one in seven.  Realizing this, at last he was capable of making a decision. He decided not to transmit information about the uncommon occurrence and instead sent the message, Movement apparent at first inspection.

The data transmissio was complete. Jim stood up from behind his desk, walked across the office floor and stepped onto the travel platform. In an instant he once more stepped off the platform inside the Entry Centre.

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SARA, a Canadian Saga

 SARA, a Canadian Saga - an excerpt

PAGE 19

"Mama, why did you name me Sara? Am I named after someone in the family?"

"Now aren't you just full of curious questions today? No, my child, you are not named after someone in the family. I chose your name. I named you after Sarai in the Bible."

"Who was she, mama?"

"Sarai was a strong woman. She was someone who never gave up. And she was a dutiful wife to her husband, Abraham. Just like someday you will do your duty and be a good wife to someone.  Now enough of your questions! There, you've done a good job. I'll finish up here now and you run along out to play. It will soon be your bedtime."

"Okay, mama."

Alone once again in her kitchen, Rebecca sat in a chair. She leaned over the table and cradled her head in her arms.  With eyes closed she prayed, "Dear God, do I expect too much of Brent? After all men aren't supposed to know about the importance of new tables and other such things. If you had intended them to understand such delicate matters you would have made them female. And won't the women laugh when I tell them what Sara asked me. Couldn't I just look after myself? Indeed! Where on earth does the child pick up such foolishness? Looks like I named her well. Lord, give me strength. Amen."

Rebecca stood up and walked back to the kitchen sink. She wasted no time in finishing the supper dishes. She didn't want to be late for her meeting.

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IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER?

IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER? - an excerpt

PAGE 48 - 49

Without fail, at every single workshop I have facilitated, I have chosen to close each one with a song. I encourage participants to form a circle, hold hands, and sing from the heart. Everyone can sing! Yes, some carry a tune better than others, but everyone can sing. As for me, I say I can carry a tune as long as I don't have to carry it far.

In this instance, you are possibly alone reading this little book. You are not in a group setting. But that doesn't mean you cannot sing, does it?

Here are the words to the song. I'm sorry, but in this instance you will need to make up your own tune.

Everyone marches to their own drummer; everyone sings to his own delight, and with no question, everyone can sing!

How Could Anyone Ever Tell You

How could anyone ever tell you

That you're anything less than beautiful?

How could anyone ever tell you

That you're less than whole?

How could anyone fail to notice

That your loving is a miracle?

How deeply

You're connected to my soul.

PAGE 50

I was always a great fan of Shirley MacLaine. I loved her book titled "Out on a Limb". I often think of her out there on that limb.

Let's all get out on a limb, have faith, take a chance, and when we feel most alone, may we always know that we are all bound to the wheel.

We are never alone.

"Circle of Friends"

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ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE

 ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE - an excerpt

PAGE 129 - 130

My apartment was in the basement. While living there, I learned that World Vision, an organization through which I had adopted a little girl, had left Peru due to the terrorizing activities of the Sendero Luminoso, or The Shining Path in English. The Shining Path is officially the Communist Party of Peru.

Sendero Luminosa was widely condemned for its excessive brutality, including violence against peasants. It was also violent toward trade union organizers, Marxist groups, and the general public.

They were regarded as a terrorist organization by the Government of Peru, as well as by Japan, the European Union, the United States and Canada.

The year I travelled to meet Yeny was 1991. This was my first and, so far, only visit to a country where military tanks and soldiers were evident on many corners.

My foster child, Yeny, lived in the City of Puno in Peru. And it was from this city that World Vision workers departed. Shining Path founder, Abimael Guzman was captured in 1992.

I visited in the home of Yeny Ponce, her mother, and sisters .............

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MORE POartRY and PROSE

 MORE POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt

PAGE 63

Our world is not the same world in which I grew up.

People have always struggled but I get the impression that today the struggle is tougher than it was in bygone days. I believe this is because too many people have lost hope in a brighter future.

Too many are devoid of faith in anything outside of themselves.

I don't know what the future holds. Our planet is filled with wars, hunger, drugs, homelessness, violence, hatred, and fear. Perhaps it always has been but, because of social media, we see and hear much more about this negativity.

We do our best to keep our homes peaceful and safe but with social media, T.V., and cell phones, it is difficult to escape all the ugliness taking place in our world.

I pray for all the little ones coming up.  I wonder what kind of a world my little Cecilia and her friends will find themselves in when they are grown.

PAGE 54

"Pretty in Print"

Even today in our modern 2023 world, I hear female friends saying, "Oh, this weather is perfect for hanging the clothes on the line."

Today, those women who have an outdoor space are blessed to be given a choice. They can choose to hang the clothes on the line or they can choose to throw the clothes into the dryer.

My mother had no choice. In fact, in the early being Mommy days of my life, I had no choice. The electric or gas dryers became popular in the fifties but weren't commonly used by the average family until the early sixties.

I have early childhood memories of my mother hanging clothes on the line in the backyard on good-weather days. I also remember the many bad-weather days when she would hang the wet clothes on lines hung in the basement and even in the kitchen where it was warm by the gas fire.

On cold winter days when she hung the clothes outside on the line, I remember the clothes freezing solid. I remember my poor mother's hands rough and sometimes bleeding. And I remember her carrying the stiff, frozen clothes into the house. The clothes thawed quickly and she would be faced with the task of hanging them again in the basement or kitchen.

As for looking pretty in print, yes, indeed my mother did wear pretty print dresses when I was a child. She called them housedresses, not to be confused with her afternoon dresses and her evening dresses.

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POartRY and PROSE

 POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt

PAGE 34-35 -  "Lady in Blue"

LADY IN BLUE

Her eyes held the promise,

Her heart the love,

For the one who had blessed her

From Heaven above.

The years spent in waiting,

In sorrow, in pain,

Would soon be a memory

To ne'er happen again.

Her gown glistening white,

Papa by her side,

Soon to walk down the aisle

A glorious sight.

The exchange of gold rings

Would brighten her world,

But he did not arrive

Her future was hurled.

Now with white gown in closet

This bride, she withdrew

From life, love, and caring

She's the lady in blue.

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BOOKS FOR CHILDREN - excerpts

BOOKS FOR CHILDREN - excerpts 

ONE DAY WITH MISTY

PAGE 7 - 8

We share the same crate. That means that we are neighbours. We can keep each other company.

I stay in my crate with Orange Cat for many weeks. But one day, a man visits with us. He has a little boy with him.

"Which one do you like?" the man asks the little boy.

"I like the orange one," The little boy says.

"Good choice," the man replies. "The other one is too old."

That day the man and the little boy take Orange Cat away to live with them.

I am all alone.

Will any little boy or girl come and want to take me home?

I feel very sad because I know that no one seems to like old cats.

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ELEPHANT AND THE BUMBLY BEE

PAGE 21 - 22

They traveled far, so far; too far,

The jungle is gone. In Toronto they roam,

"Bumbly, I'm scared. I don't like it here!"

"Trust me, have fun, Elephant dear."

Elephant danced with all his heart,

This experience was brand new,

The music played and it was loud

And Bee was dancing too.

His first ride on a bicycle

He hoped he would not fall

He did his best to balance

And had the best time of all.

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THE LAST DROP

PAGE 10 12

Father comes home

at the end of the day

Daddy, can we go

outside to play?

Goodness me, no,

no, no; not yet

In this downpour

you will get soaking wet.

How much longer 

must we wait

Until the rain

decides to abate?

I don't know the answer

said both Dad and Mom

but smile, Dad encouraged

no need to feel glum.

Just think of the fun

you can have in your room

There's really no reason 

for sadness and gloom.

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SHH! We Don't Talk About That!

 SHH! We Don't Talk About That - an excerpt

PAGE  36 - 37

But she did  speak to me for a while about psychic boundaries and about the importance of respecting them. Perhaps there were others in the house at that time who had not invited me in and who would not welcome my presence.

This was not to be my last, but it was my first experience of astral travel. This event took place more than thirty years ago, but it is one that I will never forget.

During that conversation with my cousin, I learned for the first time about psychic boundaries. Later in life, when I began to understand and to learn much more about auras, and about reading another's aura, I would remind myself, always, to respect those psychic boundaries. It was not for me to read another's aura unless I was recipient of a request to do so.

After this time, I began to expand my choice of reading material. It was around this time that I learned of author, Mary Summer Rain, who introduced me to "No Eyes", an elderly, indigenous woman who frequently astral travelled into other realms.

In time I gathered enough courage to attempt astral travel again.  I found myself most comfortable if I was sitting cross-legged on the floor or perhaps laying down on either my bed or sofa. Always I asked for God's guidance.

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STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light

 STRUGGLE - to Reach the Bridge of Light - an excerpt

PAGE 25 - 26

Humans still do not know that they can't rise above their circumstances without first being immersed in them. And they can't be immersed in their circumstances if they refuse to feel them.  You have become hardened. The ability to feel,  and to demonstrate caring and compassion, is one that has been lost to the human race. Will you never learn that you can't get beyond what you have never been in?

Yes, I will admit that, at first, it made me deeply saddened to realize that you have lost the ability to feel, and to grow from your feelings. I am sad no longer. I am angry! You walk all over me without thought, without care, leaving a trail of physical, emotional, and spiritual rubbish behind you.

The phoenix created a nest of boughs and spices. It proceeded to set its own nest on fire, and it was consumed in the flames.

Humans, you have inhabited me. You have created your nests.  You have wrapped yourselves in wood, brick, and plastic. You call these structures your homes. You forget that I am your home. You forget that you build upon your mother. And when you leave your structure, if not before, you immediately proceed to destroy me.

This is the reason I will choose to be consumed in the flames. I promise you, unlike the phoenix, I will not rise. Make no mistake, nor will you.

Only those who have the insight, and who are chosen by the Lord, by Great Cosmic Power, and by me, to see the bright, blue lights will be rescued.

A small group of seven will be chosen. I am not the one, alone, to do the choosing. If it were up to me, I would choose no one. But another has made the decision to save one soul family. I will say no more about the phoenix. I am your Mother and you have been warned for the last time!

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THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt

 THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt

PAGE 54 

The waitress returns and takes away the dishes. Mom pays the bill with her debit card and then starts to get up from the table. "Come on, Karen. It's time to go home."

It is obvious my mother doesn't want to talk to me about my grandmother or about her Hindu religion. When we arrive home from The Fireside that evening I sit alone in my bedroom atop my bed with my laptop upon my knee. I think about it and soon I reach the decision that, if my mother is not willing to share with me, I will just need to see what I can learn on my own about the Hindu religion. There is no one I can talk to about it; no one I can call or go to and ask for help.

PAGE 66

I am five  years old when Britain finally grants India its independence. This great event happens three years after my father is killed.  I am six years old when Mahatma Ghandi dies; too young to understand anything about all the changes that are taking place in the City of Bangalore.

Bangalore, a mega city in Southern India, is where I am born and where I live for thirty-seven years before marrying Thomas Wakeling and, with him, making the move to the small northern town of Ellliot Lake in Ontario, Canada.

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NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD ..... a handful of moments

 NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - a handful of moments - an excerpt

PAGE 5

And when a woman loses a man she loves, she is filled with emptiness; with silence; and with a yearning that nothing can satisfy. Nothing and no one can fill the restless vacancy; the hole behind the veneer of practicality; of sad smiles; and of one foot placed in front of the other in order to achieve those ordinary tasks that they used to always do together; that she used to think important; that don't matter anymore.

Thus the grieving process begins.

Life goes on whether she cares; whether she doesn't care; whether she feels strong; whether she feels nothing at all. Life goes on.

PAGE 31

I sometimes feel resentful at being so very alone. At the same time I don't want to be with anyone. I feel sometimes left out when not included in community events. No one phoned and asked, 'do you want to go?' At the same time I don't want to go anywhere. I am grateful when I look at my daytimer and see that there is nothing scheduled. "Good,  I don't have to leave the house today."

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