Issue # 6
APR - JUN 2001
A Spiritual Publication
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.
Love and Light
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.
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
Time spent laughing is time spent
with the gods.
- Japanese Proverb-
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?
you all the new found gifts of life... Serione'
Our greatest glory
is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
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
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
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
(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.
via internet-author unknown)
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