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Newsletter Dated: 10/9/2004 8:30:43 AM
Subject: Glimpses of the Paranormal
VOL. I ISSUE VI
I am so pleased to report that in just five months, my subscription list has risen from a mere handful, to almost 50. I would like to extend a huge welcome (((hug))) to all my new readers!
In this issue, I present a story by Jeanie Peck. Jeanie lives in Yakima, Washington, with her husband and five children. Boy, she must be a busy woman! But on top of that, she writes and publishes farm books and also creates farm videos. Here is her story:
I was 22 when I found out that my dad's family was still alive and very large. Of course, I wanted to meet them and I did. It was then that I discovered where my dad had been buried. He died when I was just three months old. My mom never talked about him or his family while I was growing up, so I didn't even know they existed. I have no stories to tell of my dad, except that he was in the coast guard. When I decided that I should visit my dad's grave site, I asked mom to take me. She agreed, so we took a road trip to the cemetery, which was over 100 miles away.
As we got to the cemetery, my mom told me that she hadn't visited in 22 years and couldn't remember just where my dad had been buried. She said we would have to hunt for it. All she remembered was that it was somewhere within a five-acre parcel. Once I got out of the vehicle, something odd happened. Warmth overwhelmed me and I got tingles from head to toe. I knew my dad was there!
My mom had already started her search. She was walking randomly around looking at names, and crossing this way and that. She didn't notice that I was still standing there. Then I saw her look at me. I had tears in my eyes. She just stopped and watched me for a minute. I felt something sort of pull me by the hand; it was warm and comforting. I was led about 30 feet forward, pulled to the right a bit, then crossed over some other graves and ended up right in front of my dad's grave.
"I found it!" I yelled to my mom.
She was probably over 100 feet away and saw the whole thing. As a side note, that was also the day that I found out my grandpas had died the year before and that my grandma was still living.
The following year, I still felt overwhelmed by all of this new information. I had spent the year researching my dad's death and trying to make sense of my life. At 23, I'd already experienced divorce, had two daughters to care for on my own and found myself in another violent relationship. If that wasn't enough, I was still in counseling for the abuse I suffered as a child. I was trying to make sense of it all and attempting, with all my might, to believe my mother loved me. I really thought she hated me and didn't feel like I had much to offer the world at that point in my life. I felt like a failure.
One day, I decided I would just take all the sleeping pills I got from the counselor and just end it all. Because the depression was so bad, I didn't think about the consequences. I didn't even give a thought to what it might do to my kids to just find me the next day. I was going to wait until they went to school and take the pills with all the beer I could drink. I wanted to go to sleep and end all the pain I had felt for many years. I was set in my mind to do this the next morning.
That night, I had an unexpected visitor in my dreams. I found myself in a long tunnel, which was light and warm, but not bright. Somewhere in my mind, I was thinking that I already took the pills and this was the entrance to a better place. But it wasn't a tunnel that I could actually maneuver. I was stuck where I stood. I could see someone standing up ahead in the light. I could hear this person calling my name and saw the figure moving closer. Soon I could tell it was a man and he seemed gentle. I was warmer as he got closer to me. I tried to walk to meet him, but couldn't.
Then I heard him say, "Jeanie, you have to stay awhile longer. You can't come home yet." By this time, I could see his face as he was standing in front of me. It was my dad and he was so beautiful!
"But I'd rather be here with you, " I told him.
"It's not time yet. You have to go back. I don't have much time."
He gave me a hug and backed away.
"No!" I yelled to him. "Don't go yet."
"You have to go back now. It isn't your time. I'll see you when you come home."
With that, he walked away. I woke up crying. It was a powerful dream. I know it was my dad coming to save me from myself. I didn't take those pills the next morning. In fact, I actually felt revived and full of energy. I was better emotionally with my kids after that too. And I'm not afraid to die now either. I know I will be with my dad again when I go home. It's such a comforting thought.
"Finding Dad" is just part of Jeanie's story, which will appear in full in my second book on the paranormal, which I hope to have to a publisher by December.
The big news this month is that my new children's book, "Talking To My Angel" has gone to a publisher. This book includes 13 wonderful drawings by Katie Gonzales, whom I met through Ryze Business Networking. She is truly a talented artist. The front cover is stunning as well. Now, it is a waiting game, but I will let you know when I hear anything from the publisher. So please say a little prayer for me.
The purpose of "Talking To My Angel" is to open dialogue between parent and child about angels and invisible playmates. It is a common occurrence in childhood and parents should not make their children feel that they are strange, because of it. Children should be able to talk freely about such things and parents should take their children seriously. Unfortunately, most children are told it must just be their imagination and they shouldn't mention such things. This causes children to close up to any such possibility as adults. I hope that "Talking To My Angel" will change that.
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My Favorite Links
http://www.loveworks4u.com Aura Paintings
http://www.my9s.astrology.com Get a free reading
http://www.destinytours.com/au Haunted hearses
http://www.themystica.com Calls from the dead
http://www.franksumption.tripod.com More calls
http://www.ufocrashes.com Speaks for itself
http://www.hbccufo.com Canadian UFO sightings
I hope you enjoyed this issue of Glimpses of the Paranormal. Please feel free to send this along to a friend. See you next month.