Sunday 27 April 2014

DO YOU BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION?




Do you believe in reincarnation? Have you lived before, in a different skin? Will you live again, after this lifetime?
Artist Joseph Glenny doesn’t believe in it, until he meets a girl who looks at him with his dead wife’s eyes. He had painted a portrait of the wife he adored and had hung it (for display only – definitely not for sale) in a friend’s art gallery in St Ives. Newly arrived in Cornwall, Jess Delgarne sees it one day and it takes her breath away.
The big question is, what lies ahead for Jess and Joseph – or is the pull of the past so powerful that it will ruin their future?
Find answers in The Portrait, FREE on Amazon Kindle today!

Thursday 24 April 2014

YOUR LIFE AFTER DEATH





I’m currently reading a truly amazing book – ‘Your Life After Death: The Definitive Guide To The Afterlife’. It tells us (through Joseph, a highly evolved spirit who has lived for millennia in an enlightened sphere) of the countless opportunities and wonders that await us beyond physical death.

I do my reading chiefly in bed at night and I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence, but since starting to read this book I’ve been sleeping incredibly peacefully and waking up in the mornings feeling calm and refreshed.

Periodically I’d like to share with you a few of the thoughts on the subject of life after death that Joseph communicates. Here are the words I read last night before falling asleep:

‘What happens to the soul depends on the soul’s perception of life after death and perception of life, so sometimes a relative will call for a soul and will appear to a soul at the moment of death.

I want to take away that fear of the moment of death, because on the physical level you see people who appear to be suffering and then draw a last breath; you may see people who are in great pain before they cross over and, from the physical perspective, it appears that a great, painful end has come to that person. Actually, the opposite is true because the release of the spirit is a peaceful affair and it is only the body that you are looking at that seems to be in such turmoil, such pain and such trauma.

There is a moment of stepping away from the physical body and it is as simple as taking the next breath for the spirit that is passing … one moment they are perhaps in a bed, they are in pain, they are confused … and the next moment there is peace. The next moment they are still very much alive (in fact, more so) but there is peace. They can breathe again. They are without pain. They are without the stresses of the physical body and death has taken place. It is as simple as that! It is not the occasion or occurrence that many people think it is.

Your death, Reader, will not be the frightening experience that your cultures say it is going to be – no matter how you pass over. If you pass over in great pain, through an accident or through illness, there will be the moment of pain on a physical level and then suddenly you are free of it; suddenly you are standing tall again; suddenly you can breathe again; suddenly you are relaxed again; suddenly you feel better than you have felt for a long, long time … ‘

If Joseph’s words inspire you to read ‘Your Life After Death’ yourself, you can find it on Page 4 of My Spiritual Store right HERE, or at Joseph Speaks.


Wednesday 9 April 2014

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? HERE'S A TRUE GHOST STORY FOR YOU!


So - do you believe in ghosts? Have you had any ghostly encounters, such as Catherine had in OUT OF TIME: Tyneham Revisited? Here's a heartfelt ghost story I love (and hope you'll love too!), found in a recent Daily Mail feature by Wendy Leigh:



'VISIT FROM DEAD LOVER
I’ve never believed in ghosts, but three years ago I had an earth-shattering manifestation of the ghost of a dead former lover.

His name was Richard. He was 6ft 2 in, with bright blue eyes, dark hair and a smile that could warm an Arctic winter.

Sadly, he died suddenly of a heart attack when he was just 66. He had been the great love of my 20s, but circumstances had separated us. Then, by a strange and dramatic stroke of fate, we met again through work over three years ago.

Despite the mega-watt attraction that still flared between us, reality was against us. He was married and I, too, was committed elsewhere.

So we had an affair. A series of beautiful, secret encounters, rippling with love, sensuality and spirituality, which carried on until the tragic day I learned of his death.

Devastated, I locked myself into my office and, with the glamorous Cartier fountain pen he had given me for my last birthday, just wrote his name over and over again.

Then the phone rang in the living room, so I stopped writing, screwed the top back on the pen, left it on my desk and went next-door to answer the telephone.

After an intense 20-minute conversation with a dear friend – one of the very few in whom I’d confided about Richard – I decided to go for a walk. But just as I shut the front door, I heard Richard’s voice telling me to go back into my office.

In a trance, I did. And there, on my desk, was my Cartier pen, with the top I’d screwed on so tightly on the other side of my desk, far removed from the pen.

I went into shock. As I did, there was an almighty explosion and every bulb in my office chandelier went black and died.

At that moment, from afar, I heard Richard’s voice saying the words he’d said to me on our last encounter, just days before he died.

“I love you, and thank you for being my Indian summer. I never thought this would ever happen to me again.” And nor did I think I would ever be haunted by a ghost – but I was.'