A Spiritual Publication
Issue # 6
APR - JUN 2001
Mebane, NC

Editor's Welcome 

Diane's Welcome 

Serione's Message 

Spiritual Chapel of Inner Light 

Angels at Work 

Oh Lord, forgive three sins that are due to my human limitations:
Thou art everywhere, but I worship you here
Thou art without form, but I worship you in these forms
Thou needest no praise, yet I offer you these prayers and salutations
Lord, forgive three sins that are due to my human limitations.
-A Hindu Invocation- 

Editor’s Welcome

We have an interesting issue for you this time.  In the Church's column you will find out about how our Dear Friend, Steven Emerick, had an  encounter with the Divine.  In "Angels at Work" we have a story sent to us over the internet, "author unknown", but we have it on good authority (Spirit) that is it indeed a true story, and at any rate it will certainly warm your heart.  My Article on Prophecy is derived from a recent Sunday Service, and I hope you enjoy it.  As always Serione' offers us loving guidance, which I am certain you will find uplifting as well.
So, welcome old friends and new, and sorry we have no referral ad's this time, we needed the space to fit in the large "Angels At Work" article.

Love and Light
Diane’s Welcome
 Hello everyone :-),

Spring is in the air (the song),  it is a time when we get to use all of our senses with the smell of freshly cut grass, rain in the air, birds, blooming flowers, trees, etc...YAHOO!!!  Yes, I love this time of the year.  The last few months have been quite the growing experience for me.  I was given a wonderful gift of lecturing at North Carolina Central College about Para- Normal Activity, specifically related to Spiritual Counseling, to a Para-Psychology class.  The students and faculty were wonderful.  Jeff and I set a table up at the Health and Healing Fair in Raleigh in which I gave free taped mini sessions as a gift to everyone who signed up and Jeff talked about the Church.  Cheryl and Steven Emerick flew in from Washington State :-).  Steven lectured and sang at the Church - you will read more on this in the following pages.  In the very near future, I will be starting the writing of my book and would like your assistance as you feel drawn.  If you would like to share your experiences that you have had either during our sessions or things that happened after,  please send to me in written form via the address on this newsletter or by email.  I am also asking for testimonials to put on our web site.  Please note the specials and class schedules. You are all greatly appreciated and loved.

  with love....Diane

Time spent laughing is time spent with the gods.
- Japanese Proverb-

With Love, From Spirit
We wish for you to enjoy all the spring festivities and the new moons rising.  The earth and its participants will reap the reward in harvest of a new dawn.  There has been many faced with decisions in previous months of manifestation.  The energy is one of intensity and will require moving forward through what many may perceive as fear.  With each step, your answers and path will be presented like a gentle breeze caressing your face.  These next few months, you will have driven states to just do.  The obstacles that you face are one of self creation and can be reconciled.  In each day, be willing to see more than routine, be willing to share what you feel with pure intent, be willing to give to one another with a joyous heart, be willing to love without resentment, be willing to live your life in fulfillment, be willing to trust and have faith in your ability to embrace change.  Before you, mirrors will be presented in what we call precious GIFTS. born of service.  Acknowledge that which resides within you openly, as though you are a baby with all of its curiosity and wonder.  It is a time of excitement and newness.  To play in this realm of curiosity, imagination and creation brings you closer to your true nature and where we all reside collectively.  Feel the joy in your heart and the lightness of your ways.  The birds arise each day and sing their songs to the world.  Could you not do the same and take flight to a whole new way of being?
We wish you all the new found gifts of life... Serione'

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
-- Confucius--

Spiritual Chapel of Inner Light
March brought special blessings to the Chapel, as our dear  friends Steven and Cheryl Emerick visited from Washington State.  Last year's visit was so much fun that we chose to have an extra Sunday Service on March the 25th, to accommodate their time here.  We chose well.
Steven started his lecture with laughter, then with an explanation of how his Spirituality evolved from childhood Christianity, to teenage Intellectualism (near atheism) to what it is today.  But paramount was the event that took place exactly 1 year ago that Sunday (no accidents as to the date), which changed Steven's life forever.
It occurred shortly after returning home from their visit here. Steven was at a birthday party for Cheryl  at his son's house when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He called for his son to "Get MOM!"    Before he could reach the car, to go home he collapsed.  Cheryl drove him directly to the emergency room, where the doctors could not figure out what was wrong with him.
He remembered floating above his body, although he could not see the doctors, Cheryl or his body.  He also couldn't do anything about what was happening and could hear everything that was going on.  He said it wasn't like green fields or flowers.  He heard the doctor say, "His blood pressure is dropping!"  He thought, "Is this it?  Is this all their is?  I haven't had a chance to say goodbye... what will happen to my house, my car, my golf clubs."  But then,  a feeling of peace and serenity swept over him.  Suddenly nothing mattered,  not his car, house, golf clubs nor even saying good-bye.  He called it "pure bliss" and said that there truly were no words to explain what he felt.  All he knew is that he didn't want to come back.  But he heard a voice tell him it wasn't his time yet.  Then he heard the doctor say again, "His blood pressure is continuing to drop, this isn't good!"
Now Cheryl tapped him on his chest and said, "Steven, don't you leave me!"  and in that split second he was back in his body.  He said it was like being pushed back in.  It was for a short time like being in between and aware of both worlds.
The doctors performed scores of tests  and  found that everything looked  normal. So, if Steve got no answer to why this happened, he did receive the answers to the questions he has had lingering since he was a teenager?    This  phenomena will remain with Steven for the rest of his life.   We all truly want to thank-you Steven for sharing your most intimate moments and for sharing your gifted voice with the songs of your heart. We had a blessed Sunday.

Angels at Work
(received via internet-author unknown)
 On July 22nd, I was enroute to Washington DC for a business trip.  It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.  As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative  immediately.  I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane, and I heard a gentlemen asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn.  At this point, I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.  When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said "Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home.  I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital. "My heart was now pounding but the will to be calm took over.  Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission hospital.  My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my 3 year old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead.  CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.  By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart.  They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his hear.  He had been severely crushed.  After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical and I took comfort in her calmness.  The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital 6 hours after the garage door had come down.  When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere.  He was on a respirator.  I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile.  It all seemed like a terrible dream.  I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.  Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves.  But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.  Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm.  She felt that Brian would eventually be all right.  I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline.  All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.  It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.  Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.  He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.  By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.  You cannot imagine how we felt as we took Brian home.  We felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.  In the days that followed there was a special Spirit about our home.  Our two older children were much closer to their little brother.  My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family.  Life took on a less stressful pace.  Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain.  We felt deeply blessed.  Our gratitude was truly profound.  The story is not over :-)  Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy.  I have something to tell you."  At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife.  She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story."Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door?  Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad.  I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.  I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad.  And then the 'birdies' came."  "The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.  "Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage.  They took care of me."  "They did?"  "yes," he said.  "one of the birdies came and got you.  She came to tell you I got stuck under the door."  A sweet reverent feeling filled the room.  The Spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.  My wife realized that a 3 year old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.  "What did the birdies look like?" she asked.  Brian answered, "They told me the baby would be all right."  "The baby?" my wife asked confused.  Brian answered, "The baby laying on the garage floor."  He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby.  You told the baby to stay and not leave."  My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."  As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.  "Then what happened?" she asked.  "We went on a trip." he said, "Far, far away."  He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for.  My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay.  He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.  "We flew so fast up in the air.  They're so pretty Mommy," he added.  "And there are lots and lots of birdies."  My wife was stunned.  Into her mind the sweet comforting Spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known.  Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies."  He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there.  A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him.  He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him.  He said they were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come back.  Then the bright light came.  He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much.  Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told him, "I love you but you have to go back.  You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies.  "Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye.  Then woosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds.  The story went on for an hour.  He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with out ears.  But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).  They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much.  Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy.  You have a plan.  Daddy has a plan.  Everyone has a plan.  We must all live our plan and keep our promises.  The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."  In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again.  Always the story remained the same.  The details were never changed or out of order.  A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered.  It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.  Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies."  Suprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this.  Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.  Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
         (received via internet-author unknown)

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