he Gifts: A True Story. Part TwoOnce in awhile, usually in the course of my work, I will come across a stranger with whom I feel a certain kind of (usually fleeting) connection. Maybe it is a just look in their eye, a note in their voice, or a wistful smile as they turn something over in their hands that I am selling. I know that this person needs something that I could help them with or truly wants or needs something that I could help them get. Sometimes, I discreetly try to help or get it to them. And sometimes...you get back a lot more than you expect when you give something away.
The Gifts: A True Story. Part OneOnce in awhile, usually in the course of my work, I will come across a stranger with whom I feel a certain kind of (usually fleeting) connection. Maybe it is a just look in their eye, a note in their voice, or a wistful smile as they turn something over in their hands that I am selling. I know that this person needs something that I could help them with or truly wants or needs something that I could help them get. Sometimes, I discreetly try to help or get it to them. And sometimes...you get back a lot more than you expect when you give something away.
How can working with your past lives and bringing them into conscious memory help you in your present life?After all, when it’s over, it’s over... right?
I call my Angel, Guide and companion "Joe" - although this is not his real spiritual name. He has been with me since I can remember. As a child, I loved to look at his shining light. He was my special, mostly secret, lovely friend. He was very tall and he almost always wore a turban and a white robe when I was young. He was playful with me.
