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We saw things in the same light

In a past not so long dead.

Then my vision began to dim

On the afternoon of my life.


Now we’re apart, seeing life in different colors

From angles in opposition to each other,

Shifting perspectives in the beginning unnoticed.

Used to be we counted on love

And its power of clarity,

The love that has now shifted,

Demanding to be measured ,

Love which was a single flow of united hearts,

Constant, caring, and patient,

Now must be measured, quantified!


We’re now words, confused new words,

Words thrown in desperation and anger,

Words that weaken the will,

And leave our souls in chains.


Used to be all it took was a look or a touch

And all miseries miraculously melt away.

Alas silence now is left, cold stares

Boring into the back, screaming in the head.


All I feel now is numbness;

I’m numbed,

Yet numbness feels better than harsh words.

Words lash out, but I see lips only.

Used to be I felt it all, varying emotions

Heard loud and clear in happier years.

Ever since love became measurable

I’ve felt numbed, felt this numbness,

This feeling better than words.


Numbness is good, better than words…


Yet you groan

Thirst after righteousness:

your impossible quest

for holiness,

something better and rarer

than earth’s substance,



full of empathy.

your quest

for grief turned to joy!

you seek,

yet you groan in deep moans

for harvests that appear rotten.


Ada Agada is a Nigerian writer and Philosopher. He has written several novels and hundreds of poems.



I rise with the blues,

Triumphant in sadness

On this day

Of a red morning.

Red rays of a red morning

Are streams to waywardness

Like beautiful women spoilt silly

At the dawn of sublimest beauty.

Irresistible attraction of melancholy

On account of sensuous beauty

Seen in the glory of morning,

African sunrise!

Yet I’m being loved, caressed,

By the round eyes of sadness

That brings out sweetness

Out of unhappy lives.

Total despair I reject,

Humiliation before humanity I abjure!

I who am victorious in sadness,

Revelling in the red rays of another morning,

As I shake off the blues

At the inspiring moment of action.

of beauty



Ada Agada is a Nigerian writer and Philosopher. He has written several novels and hundreds of poems.

Star Children and the New Humans – Reblogged from Ghostbusterbev

Star Children and the New Humans – By Ghostbusterbev

They walk among us. Star children are described as a hybrid species with mixed DNA of both human and extraterrestrial (ET) origin. Could they be the 5th root race that Edgar Cayce prophesied would appear around the year 2000? The mission of the Star children is to guide a global awakening of terrestrial consciousness, and these special children are rising to their calling around the world.

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One thousand super psychic children have already been identified in China. In the Himalayas children are known to communicate in a strange sign language known only to them. After researching over 1600 cases through hypnosis and regression, Mary Rodwell refers to the Star children as the New Humans. One such well-known Star child, Tracey Taylor, says that she helps ETs to achieve their genetic goals, and in return they help her with healing and psychic abilities and to understand life on earth.

Tracey recalls having contact with celestial beings as early as age two or three. By age five she was flying around in UFOs, and at 15 had developed healing abilities, taught to her by alien beings. Tracey says that Star children continue to have communication with their cosmic family while in human form. Many of them have past life memories of life on other planets, and have amazing abilities, including an understanding of complicated geometric designs.

One five-year old Star child in Australia described the building of the pyramids this way: “They (celestial beings?) changed the density structure of objects large and small; they levitated the stones into place, and placed a crystal on top to communicate with other worlds.” One theory suggests that the rising number of children today with autism, aspergers, and ADHD point to multi-dimensional awareness and may well be part of the celestial program. Star children share similar traits:

Superior mental and analytical capabilities

Extreme sensitivity to thoughts and emotions

Photographic memories

Direct connection to higher awareness

Enhanced DNA

Fast motor neuron response

Non-verbal communication

Ability to absorb information quickly

Ability to see unusual beings and/or orbs of light

An urge to write and/or speak in unusual languages; communicate with unusual symbols; or draw strange artwork

Simon Harvey Wilson, Australian UFO researcher, discovered a comparison between UFO abductions and the modern day shamanic experience “where we are being challenged to transcend our fears to prepare for our multi-dimensional nature.” Russian research has shown that our DNA can be influenced and re-programmed by words and the right frequencies. Many Indigo and Crystal children are also feeling these changes in their physical and mental bodies. Delores Cameron (hypnotist and specialist in past life regression) confirms that our genetics are changing and that thousands of people are affected. The new humans eat less; have difficulty processing heavy, dense food; drink more liquids; have immunity to disease; and lighter bodies. Their brains are being upgraded and as a result they are remembering past lives and developing stronger intuitive/psychic abilities. Many of them struggle to fit in with earth life and consequently long to go home. All of them have a strong sense of mission.

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Many adults and children worldwide have reported being taken by aliens to schools where they studied physics at the early ages of three and four, and of seeing lots of children there. Whitley Strieber, author of Communion, described his own experiences at these “Secret Schools” where he was taught how to manipulate time – “because learning how to use time as a tool is key to reaching higher consciousness and a real relationship with the beings.”

Mary Rodwell’s research indicated that the following classes are taught at these Secret Schools:

Quantum physics

New expanded states of consciousness

True history of man’s origins

The connection of all things


Healing and working with energy

New understanding of time

The spatial geometry of thought

Time travel and teleportation

Out of body training

New thought processors


Telepathy mind melds (going into minds and absorbing concepts; absorbing without reading pages and pages of information)

Parenting classes – Star children (and Crystal children) need to be dealt with in different ways because they see things differently.

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ETs communicate telepathically with images and concepts, and ancient symbols appear to hold the keys to these concepts. Having been a Spiritual/Tarot Reader for many years now, I find this particularly interesting. When I lay the cards out in a reading, my mind scans the symbols in the cards and instantly begins the process of interpreting and transferring information. The symbols in the cards hold the keys to the ancient wisdom of the Universe. I understand from experience how easily the mind identifies with symbols and retains information, much longer than information absorbed from words. I studied shorthand symbols in high school 50 years ago and I still remember them to this day, but I only recall a few lines from Shakespeare’s sonnets!

One man who recalls his abduction as a very young child remembers being taken onboard a ship where he studied physics with other children. He never studied physics during his school years, yet he astounds others with his knowledge of physics. It makes you wonder how our world suddenly advanced to the computer age, and how young children of three and four compose complicated music scores and play instruments like maestros, and very young artists paint masterpieces. Are they attending these secret schools?

Researching and writing this post was a revelation for me. It gave me a better understanding of my own evolution and the changes I am experiencing in my own body and mind. Can you identify with any of these changes, and how are they affecting you?

191 – reblogged from serendipity


by Violet

We’ll never love like this again.
When this is over, we won’t be the same.

Because we might be writing new names into blank spaces but none of us are blank slates anymore. Relationships no longer start at square one. When you meet someone for the first time you’re meeting their every heartbreak, every lie, every broken promise. You’re left carrying all the baggage they should have left behind but stubbornly held onto till it molded them into this beautiful mess. You’re not just falling for the boy his mother raised him to be, but the collective wisdom of ten ex girlfriends and all the things they wanted him to change but he didn’t. You’ll discover the same flaws that made the last one leave and you’ll think the same thing she did- , “I’m different“. That was your chance to walk away. You should have known better.

Instead you’re wearing Ashley’s daring shade of lipstick and Stella’s dyed pixie haircut. You go out to dinner in Lindsay’s little black dress and you’re dabbing on Claire’s favourite brand of mascara. He never bores you with the details of what he loved about them. He’s a gentleman, and he politely pretends you’re brand new, even though every piece of you is a shadow of an ex-lover, and every kiss brings back memories of another. He walks you back to your apartment with his arm around your shoulders, and at the door you lean in to kiss him so hard he sees stars. You just wanted to feel something.

He’s touching your skin but tracing her collarbones, he’s losing himself in finer, gentler memories that you will never understand. You don’t tell him you’re a liar too, he doesn’t need to know you’re better at it. You don’t tell him you fell in love with the boy who smiled at you on the train and when you imagined kissing him your heart beat faster at the thought of betrayal. You don’t reveal the cheap thrills you indulge in when life gets boring and you don’t warn him that the best you’ll ever be is his biggest mistake. He doesn’t notice when you dig your roots into his veins and draw poison to quench a never ending thirst. He doesn’t know you sold your soul to the devil the first chance you got, and your leftover innocence won’t make up for the insanity.

You’ll never replace his first love, and when he doesn’t give you his heart it’s not out of cruelty, but he genuinely does not recall where he misplaced it. What is left is not enough to shatter, you are just the mirror of a mirror, barely leaving an impression. You foolishly poured out your soul at 2 AM in the dark, expecting his warm body to heat up your cold memories, and now you’re nothing but empty. He will miss you but that doesn’t mean he’s not relieved when you leave. He knows how to live without you, just like how he lived without all the others. Practice makes perfect.

You craved understanding but he never wanted to understand you. To get under someone’s skin, tear off the mask, feel their triumphs and their pain, it takes patience and precision. It takes kindness and blind faith. Neither of you had that luxury. It takes a special kind of optimism that diminishes with each round. You were not new to the game and nor was he. When you interrogated him for the last time and whispered “how could you do this to me“, he laughed and replied “you would have done the same“. You vow to never lose again.

When he disposes you he forgets to mention that it isn’t because you’re so disposable. Despite all evidence to the contrary, he really did love you. He just loved himself a little bit more, and at the end of the day you were both better at being alone. When the silence around you began to grow uncomfortable he felt shame for wasting your time. In time, you will thank him for leaving.

When you finally examine the past without a bruised ego blurring your clarity, you discover that every bruise was intentional, and you fought for anonymity because you wanted to be forgotten. You wore a suit of fake skin so you could slip out unseen when needed. Like a snake that can molt on command or the lizard that can detach its tail, you knew how to disappear without a trace.

Nothing feels worse than being left, nothing feels better than leaving.

A Selection of True Awakening Experiences (an ebook)


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A Selection of Awakening Experiences

A Selection of Awakening Experiences: Art: Kimberley Harding

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Together with 33 magnificent bloggers here on WordPress we have created a free ebook:

A Selection of True Awakening Experiences – that we have written in order to help put our own life’s journey into perspective and inspire us on and to inspire the many hearts of Humankind to aspire to their own true and unique potential… to be the change they want to see in the world and help create a peaceful and loving world in which to live in harmony and cooperation with each other…

As an introduction to this inspiring collection of true stories I wrote the following:

2014 was approaching and I was inspired to ask my sacred friends to share an account of their life’s journey and in particular the moments of their awakening to who they truly were… What followed is something I couldn’t of possibly imagined… An incredible avalanche of unique beingness… has gently flowed through me for the whole month of January and into the middle of February 2014… As each new day arose and my friends posted their awakening journey, I felt my body consciousness (body, mind and spirit) expanding in knowingness, in love, in pain, in joy… Floating on a new high vibration and frequency, observing life… gaining new insights, perspectives that, to put it bluntly… exploded my whole being…

I came into a new space of acceptance, reverence and trust… Feeling the IAM speaking so individually and uniquely through each journey, yet resonating at the core of ALL was a new sense of passion and understanding… I felt a subtle shift of consciousness exposing ‘The Truth’… or is it that we are creating a ‘New Truth’… setting new standards to live as DivineHumanBeings here on Earth…

If we ALLOW ourself to be the new standards, living our passion and creating our hearts desire… to go where no one has ever been before… as an embodied ascended DivineHumanBeing… Can we bring into being… new potential… to be able to create together a peaceful and harmonious world here on Mother Earth?

I thank ALL my friends here on WordPress from the bottom of my heart and soul for making this a wonderful and enlightening experience…

To conclude this introduction, I have chosen some beautiful unique words that both resonated with me when reading and was inspired to write after each awakening experience was told…

Without the discovery of love, you can only talk small, judge and compare another…
It is your choice to journey into the depths of the divine…
Being the light, no darkness can penetrate you…
IAM GOD too… You are GOD too…

No more sleeping, but living your truth…
I feel, I exist…

I choose the games I play in life’s theatre…
Awakening to the feeling of pure joy and oneness of life that IAM connected to…
To experience life in the fullest sense is to trust self…

Living in Freedom Now…
Love of Self is at the core of ALL…
Feeling the humor, the sadness, the pain and the joy…
I feel the wisdom, acceptance and love that I gain through my experience…
IAM coming into my own crystalline structure of awakened light…

I have my own answers and signs that lead to the truth, my truth…
IAM a vital piece of a giant jigsaw…

Being, Allowing, Loving and Living in balance with ALL…

I recall pure bliss when I was in love, such an expansion of the heart with nature, and the universe. That exist within me and should be accessible at anytime, but is it?

To be awake, to be conscious, to be aware of what I truly feel…

Awakening to what I feel to be true…

Awakening to get myself untangled from the matrix web of ‘this is how it should be’ to a feeling of freedom…
Beingness disappears when I allow doubt to creep in…

Allowing myself to expand consciousness and raise my vibration to be a great representative of IAM… LOVE…

The physical self shattered to feel the ooze and soothing force of an underlying calm beingness…

You can awaken in a quantum leap now… if you so choose…

Awakening is a natural cycle, similar to that of the butterfly…

Once you are awake you can allow self to ascend, to be enlightened and walk tall as an embodied master…
A healing journey is to love self…

Let’s not allow words to separate you and take away your beingness and peaceful existence…

Releasing all the walls of protection that you have built up from such a young age…

Heal at your own pace, but persevere…

Awakening is simply waking up…

You are taking quantum leaps of faith to a new way of living in freedom, in love…

From blindly following old conditioned patterns of others to following how you feel in each moment…

To sing out loud, IAM free… IAM love… la…la…la
Keep living until you feel alive…
Emerging from a state of deep sleep…
Allowing self to expand consciousness…
Consciously living in the world being YOU…
Aligning our mind, heart and soul and opening self to love…

For my WordPress Friends who created this book with me…

For Further Details:

Barbara Franken

IAM Barbara Franken… Inspiring New Energy Consciousness…

Adaora Excerpt


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Adaora welcomes you into her world:


Ikechukwu clenched his jaws. He looked at his wife through squinted eyes, walked to the door and slammed it behind him. He went into his car and sat down; his large frame slumped over the steering wheel. When he looked up, he stared into the distance, oblivious of his surroundings. He wondered why, in the name of all that is good, he was so in love with this woman? Why did his heart soften at thoughts of retaliation for her behavior towards Adaora?

He always knew the answers to these questions. As much as he wished otherwise, none of them could shirk the path which lay ahead. They were all pawns in the hands of destiny.

I began to feel faint. Something was happening to me and I almost fell to the floor, before I heard Adaora’s voice.

“Oh Ferni, this is crazy. I lost you for a while. You established a metaphysical connection which I did not expect so soon: at least not without guidance. This indicates you have a strong spiritual perception.” Her eyes sparkled and gleamed. I looked at her puzzled.

“Established a what? I asked.

“You connected with my childhood and were able to feel and be immersed in the moment.

“So, did you have fun, little sister?”

Amaka’s voice interrupted, before I could respond. She was sitting on Adaora’s bed thumbing through a comic.

“Why are your friends so greedy? Did you see how they ate all the cake?”

My temple throbbed and my head ached. I was ready to lash out at Amaka. Adaora was her younger sister, for heaven’s sake! She deserved better. Powerless, it dawned on me I was there solely to observe. I could neither rewrite history nor influence the past.

Adaora watched in silence as I witnessed the replay of her life. Having no mother is a blessing when you have one gifted with meanness from the pit of hell. Despite the closeness shared between Amaka and their mother, there was still no aura to validate their affinity for each other.

Having not received the response she sought, Amaka left to join their mother in the living room. Adaora smiled from her corner in the room, the meanness of her sister’s words had not registered with her. She was more involved in her conversation with the young girl sitting opposite her. The girl was invisible to all except Adaora. I soon understood why. The girl’s name was Efuru. Her ghost-like appearance was similar to Adaora’s when she first revealed herself to me. She, like Adaora, was an Abler. Her role was to facilitate the smooth transition of Initials, or Gifted Ones, in and out of the spirit world.

January Challenge… My Awakening Experience and Moving On…


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I realized there was simply more to life than this physical one at a very early age, and this was significantly glaring after a few incidents. I grew up partly in my home town of Nkwessi, a small village in the eastern region of my home country Nigeria. Filled with mysteries and things I deemed magical. At the time, I always wondered how everything just managed to make sense to the villagers.

I was enthralled and in love with this home town of mine, and could not wait to go there at any given opportunity. I spent my time between our home in the village and our home in Lagos, with my papa and step mother; while my mom went back to get a degree in the university of Ife, in the south of the country.

Shuttling between Lagos and Nkwessi with my parents, was the norm growing up. I explored every nook and cranny of my paradise, spending a lot of time in the river swimming. I believe this endeared me so much to water and I have a really close spiritual connection to this life source :)

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Credit: Free Digital Photos.Net

My best friend was my cousin, Chinelo. We called her Chichi. Chichi and I did everything together; we would sit by the big rubber tree near my uncle’s house and talk about the village elders and the weird traditions and rites, commonly practiced in our village. Chichi and I were fascinated by the many rites that went on around us.

Now you must understand the setup of this place, there were rules and traditions excluding females from so many things.  Back then, we used to wonder why our younger brothers and cousins were considered older and superior by village laws, and the strangeness of not being allowed into certain areas of the village and not being able to see certain masquerades because of being female, all were a mystery to us.  The village had so many do’s and don’ts, we simple chalked it all up to ignorance.

In retrospect, after our introduction and understanding of worshiping in a church environment, I began to see similarities in how women were viewed as spiritually different to men, even though the village version was cruder. My siblings and I were exposed to different types of churches through our mother. She was sold on Christ, his death and coming back, and she made sure all her children got to know about him. Most folks in my village were Anglicans at the time, but this never stopped many of them from participating in traditional rites and cults. These were different to our mode of worship in churches.  We found amusement in others, who questioned those engaged in traditional rites, casting them into the pits of hell for being heathens. Our rationale was that God did put us all on earth, but he also permitted diverse ways of worship and ways of praising him. But no one ever paid any attention to us, what did we know?

The churches my mother attended, outside the Anglican mode of worship, aroused my curiosity about spirituality. Unlike the Anglican songs of praise, and stifling conformity, spiritual churches like Christ healing Holy Sabbath Church, were filled with energy and charisma. Hands were clapped, drums beat and worshipers jumped high into the air, shouting Jehovah, hallelujah and hosanna at the top of their lungs. There was candle burnings and speaking in tongues, the display of which both frightened and mesmerized me. The only thing I had against them was the sting of candle wax on my poor skin (many would scream child abuse today) lol.

Chichi and I were seven years old when she fell ill with malaria. This was a killer back then, as different strains eluded various treatments. I remember going home and seeing her so frail and skeletal. I did tease her, but I was filled with overwhelming sadness. She was still ill, as of the day I returned with my parents to our home in the city. I could only hope that my papa would allow me return with him on his next visit.

Two weeks after my return to the city, I also fell ill. I was off school for about a week. I had a dream, one of the nights on which my illness was worst. I was on a vast beach. The beach stretched far beyond my view and there were people queued on two lines. On one line were hundreds of people dressed in flowing white robes. On the second line, hundreds of people dressed in regular clothing. Both lines were made up of people of different races, color, male, female and children. Considering the vast number of people on both lines, I could not comprehend how the two men, who stood on a raised platform at the very front, where the lines started, would be able to conclude the roll call in time.
I was on the line with people dressed in regular clothing, and while there, I felt someone tug at my arm. I turned around and standing there was Chichi, dressed in a flowing bright white robe.

I hugged her excitedly and asked what she was doing here and why she was dressed in white. Isn’t it exciting to be in this awesome place, I asked.
Chichi looked sad and shook her head repeatedly, saying no, no, I did not belong here. I asked why. Her response was to plead with me to come with her. She tried pulling me out of the line and I struggled to remain where I was, but Chichi was much powerful than I. She succeeded in pulling me away from the line, to a corner. This was when I noticed that she no longer looked skeletal. She was radiant!
She hugged me tightly and whispered, “We’ll see again Njide, but not now, later you understand.” (Njide is my Igbo name, pronounced In-gee-day).

I woke up with my arms still in an embrace, and calling her name. I was covered in sweat and my heart felt as if it would break in two. I cried so much that morning, my stepmom almost went crazy with worry. She did not want my father to blame her for my unhappiness…another story. Later that evening, my father came home with the news. Chichi had died a week ago back in the village.

I was devastated, confused and angry, looking for someone to blame. I remember telling my father it was his fault I never got to say goodbye. If only he had taken me to the village one last time. Of course mine was the ranting of an angry child. He understood and did not reprimand me for my rudeness.

I missed out attending Chichi’s burial ceremony and farewell ritual. When a young child dies, it was customary in my village, for all her younger siblings and playmates to be cleansed of her aura and spirit. This is done by bathing each child by her graveside, chanting incantations to severe ties of the dead from the living.

This is done, because, prior to these rituals, kids told their parents or adults, that they still see and play with their dead friends and siblings. On this occasion of Chichi’s death, I was the only one who did not have this ritual bath. In the aftermath of my dream, it dawned on me that Chichi appearing in my dream, saved my life.

If I had remained on that line, I would have responded to my name during the roll call, to the end that I would not have woken from my sleep. There’s nothing wrong with death…it just was not my time. The universe orchestrated circumstances to ensure the separation rite was not performed on me, making it possible for Chichi to reach and save me. This incident with Chichi is something that will remain with me as long as I live and I still miss her to this day.

For me, being awakened is a process and not a destination. Like the stages of infancy to adulthood, man undergoes stages of awareness before attaining a higher level of consciousness: worshiping a God through object before ultimately realizing that we are gods to each other. Representatives of the Great I AM. My awareness is about being spiritually conscious of my surroundings and me. I believe in Christ and have the uttermost respect for Eastern, and other belief systems; simple because I have grown to understand that the only true form of worship, or praise of God or the Infinite, is for man to find himself and acknowledge the I Am, in himself.

There is no need for dogma in the worship of God, the Creator or the Being: the only prerequisite is Love.

Mom returned home one day to tell me she had found God. I smiled and asked her where. She said in the ‘O’. I asked what is the ‘O’? Her reply was, the ‘O’ is infinite, endless and beyond measure. The infinite nature of the letter ‘O’, is symbolic of the completeness and dual nature of man. The spiritual and physical nature of God, reflected in the spiritual and physical nature of man as God. This awareness, catapulted me to a whole new dimension which I’m glad to say, continues to date.

I have had experiences whereby, I was shown things in my dreams, many of which have occurred. I grew up surrounded by instances of supernatural occurrences to myself and others around me. Some involved being saved from disasters or accidents that should have taken their lives.  My husband is an example: traveling to work on a busy stretch of road in London, Fulham Palace Road (A219) towards Putney Bridge, he fell asleep driving. He was about to crash into the side railings when the horn (his own horn) woke him up! For 9am in the morning, he did not run into any other car, there were no pedestrians about and surprisingly no other car close by. Something or someone used his own hands to blast the horn of the car he was driving. As if that was not enough for the day, at the exact spot, driving back home and the same thing happened. The only difference being, he was now driving on the opposite side of the road.

Fulham Palace Road is always busy, both with vehicles and pedestrians. But surprisingly, twice on the same day, in the exact spot, no one was anywhere close to him. Using his own hands, the horn was pressed, waking him up the moment before he would have gone headlong into the railings and then the buildings behind them. Growing up around such occurrences made it impossible to ignore the existence of something beyond the physical; an awareness of the spiritual nature of man.

Credit: Digital Photos

Credit: Digital Photos

At age fourteen, I had my first experience with the Light (I refer to it as Light, because that is what I know it to be…). I was upset one afternoon because mom would not let me visit my friend who lived in another part of  Lagos. I did everything possible to persuade her, but she was weary of that area of town and what I might be influenced to get up to, over there. I remember telling her she had no confidence in her job raising me, if a simple visit to the other side of town was such a threat to her. For that, I was banished to my room. Teenage hormones, or fury, I don’t know which, but something completely took over me…Rage!

All I wanted to do was die, which would show her. I thought stupidly and I proceeded to hold my breath. Something I had done in the past, and strangely, the sensation of the effect was always, rather pleasing. On this particular day, I over did it. The sensation started as a slight heat on my forehead and immediately it shot down my spine. Soon, my entire body was overwhelmed with heat. The discomforting feeling of not breathing began to wear off. All I felt was calm. I was floating and I liked it, very much. I was going towards a light. I remember saying to myself, I’m leaving, and soon I’ll be dead.

The word DEAD, sent panic waves through me and my whole world flashed before my eyes. It was like a movie trailer and it ended with my mom’s face as she looked down on me with tears streaming down her face. I was no longer happy, or eager to remain where I was, but it was almost too late to come back. I began to reach back, step further away from the light, but it was as though a force field was pulling against me. I could still hear the physical world, faintly…cars and street noise. I was tired and out of breath.

Suddenly, I heard a loud banging and then another. Then I heard mom yelling my name. She wanted me to stop whining and come help her with dinner. I remember holding on to her voice and with one final struggle, I was virtually hurled away from the force. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on my bed, but on floor. Mom was still banging on the door. I crawled and let her in, whispering that I will be out a minute.

Fast forward to my adult years, I was now married and a mother to seven children. Part of my journey towards being enlightened is my experience with Light.  Several years ago, I was at a place in my life, when everything was falling apart. I suppose the stress brought on the headaches. This also was the period when second experience with the Light began.

It started at first as a tiny stream of light that would suddenly take over me, especially when really tired. This was around 2009, the period I was diagnosed with migraine headaches. I would lie awake in bed.  Aware of the noises around me—I could hear the kids and the television downstairs—until I felt a concentration of heat on my forehead and next, I would see a stream of bright light. Gradually, I began to see images, almost like a silent motion picture. I would see the most beautiful falling hills, and sometimes mountains glazed with ice and snow. At other times, it would be a meadow, or a vast never ending desert of sand. These images were soothing and calming to me. Knowing I was awake and yet having this experience, I called out to one of the kids, to know if they could see what I saw. I did call but no sound emitted from me.

These experiences never last long when I do observe the time, but over there, it seems as if I had spent hours. At this point, once I get off the bed, my head always felt better. I somehow understood that there was much more to the light than making my headaches go away. As time went on, these light visitations began to last longer, and the images also began to change. I started to see silhouettes of people. Over a period of time, the silhouettes became clearer and I began to see people. I found all this exciting, and soon discovered that I no longer had to be tired or have an aura of migraine to have the Light experience. Soon, I began to put myself in a state where the lights came to me. I see people, in gardens or malls or in their living rooms.  Most times I don’t know who they are, sometimes I do. So far, I have had no communication with anyone, even though I have observed people communicating with each other; without being privy to their discussions.

I am ecstatic about these experiences for two reasons: this was a means of getting rid of my migraines without medication. Secondly, the calm and soothing experience this also brought into my life in the aftermath of each experience.
My awakening is realizing that God exists through man. Man is God to man. If I can love my fellow-man, I can love God, and my neighbor can and will experience the love of God. Whatever little act of kindness I show to those who need it—whether they deserving or not—will make the world a better place. Every cruel or good act performed towards any other living thing is done by God. If man is more caring and tolerant of his fellow-man, everyone will perceive a loving caring God, as experienced firsthand through another being. Refer to my blog post from last year: I AM BECAUSE OF LOVE.

Life is a school and I am its avid student; a work in progress. I’m still learning, and will continue to learn from life and all that is life. The opportunity to rehash aspects of my life is a wonderful experience, which I thank Barbara for providing. I consider this a soul-searching exercise, as our individual and collective journeys serve as a compass to each other.

Barbara, thank you. I am so glad you chose me to be a part of this.

May perfect peace be with you always, Amen.

Dear Mom


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Dear Mom,

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On the Upcoming Anniversary of My Mother’s Death

Dear Mom,

January 30 will be the 28th anniversary of your passing. It seems like so many more years have gone by, so much of life has occurred and disappeared.

The memories are so vivid of the few weeks before and the several weeks after. The terminal diagnosis, the fog in the hospital corridor, the roaring lion that came out of my voice insisting to relatives and doctors that we bring you home instead of shutting you away in a convalescent hospital.

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When our memories are this beautiful, we joyfully keep going down the lane.

5 Simple Things We Forget As We Grow Older


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5 Simple Things Things We Forget as We Grow Older

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5 Simple Things We Forget as We Grow Older…

  1. Hug and show affection to the people that matter most.
    You’re never too old to remind your loved ones that you love them. You’re never to old to show you care. A hug can go a long way. Ask your grandparents how their week has been, ask your mother for a baking recipe, tell your old pops you love him.

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I could not agree more…food for thought :)