This is the only one of my books that I can honestly say I haven’t written—it was channelled through me. But how came about is somewhat of a mystery to me, I had felt for a long time that there was a need to explain in simple terms what happens to us when we die.
The people I came into contact with through my Women’s Weekly column, my radio program on 2UE in Sydney, and my fortnightly club appearances, all wanted reassurances that those of their loved ones who had passed over were happy and had met up with other family members.
I had always been lucky enough to get inside information through ‘my spirit guides’, which I in turn passed on to people who were interested. This information, however, was relayed in intermittent episodes and gave only a brief glimpse of the afterlife. I knew that there had to be a better way of describing ‘Heaven” but had never found it.
Each morning I would take my dogs for our daily walk. These walks are very important to me, not only for my health and well-being, but also because this is when I do all my meditating.
I had only just set out when I quite distinctly heard a male voice telling me that an angel would write my book.
“What book?” I asked, but I didn’t get an answer.
When I returned home I was filled with an incredible urgency to write, so much so that I didn’t even look for writing pad but instead rifled through the nearest kitchen drawer to find something to scribble on. I assumed I was going to do a little “automatic writing” which I often do, until I realized I was following instructions from a higher source.
Time passed in a blur, I felt as though I was in some sort of trance. All I wanted to do was write. Page after page of writing appeared in the blank recipe book that I had dug out of the drawer in my haste to get started. It seemed important to tell no one what I was doing, not even Ken, my husband. The words were being channelled through me and when this happens the flow is very rapid. I had to work quickly and without interruption, as any distraction would have resulted in messages becoming mixed.
Hour after hour I wrote and all that time I felt the strong presence of my sister Gail, who had passed away a short time before. At the time of writing I felt exhilarated and uplifted but when it was all over I was exhausted and for at least a week afterwards I was disoriented and low in energy.
In all the time I had been writing the messages in longhand, I hadn’t really been taking note of what was being relayed to me. All I knew was that it was special and it needed to go out where it could help others. It wasn’t until I came to type it up prior to sending it to the publisher that I realized that my sister Gail had indeed written this book. As I started to read it, I began to weep.
After the death of a loved one, many people suffer unresolved feelings of guilt, anger and remorse. Many times spirits has told me that they can’t penetrate the barrier produced by these emotions and, until the grieving person removes this barrier, it is pointless trying to communicate.
Visualize an airport shrouded in fog, planes circling, looking for a break in the cloud so they can land. This is how spirit reacts to the fog of grief. The best way to remove this barrier is first to admit to yourself that these feelings are normal. The bereaved often wonder why they feel anger and resentment when they should be feeling sorrow and loss and this sets up a guilt pattern and before you know it, the barriers are up.
The solution is to find a spot where you are comfortable and you have some privacy. Then let your feelings out. Tell the departed you are angry with them for leaving you alone and vulnerable, pour your heart out to them and have a good cry. You will fell empty inside after this emotional purging but you won’t have the barrier any more. You will be ready to receive a message from the spirit world.
I hope this book brings peace and comfort when you need it most.