Standing In The Shadows "The Light"

By Ray R. Ellis

This book is the life story of world-renowned psychic medium Ray R. Ellis. A life which has been a spiritual journey lived to the full. It has confirmed, through much evidence, that life continues beyond the physical death we know. Using my many gifts, has enable me to help many other beautiful souls, both living and passed, on their journey to a greater level of understanding that we as God's children are all one. Direct communication with the holy spirit has shown me many times life and its essences within a blink of eternity.

This fascinating account of a life lived in close communication with Spirit is a must-read. The author has had much communication with celebrities over the years – find out what really happened to Elvis Presley and Brian Jones among others

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ray R. Ellis
• Release date: Aug 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310404184

Ray R. Ellis

Ray R. Ellis is a world-renowned Canadian psychic medium

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Standing In The Shadows

The Light

The Autobiography of International Psychic Medium

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Ray R. Ellis

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Table of Contents

Preface: For My Path of Light

Chapter One...When at the age of Six

Chapter Two...Through Strife and Struggle

Chapter Three...Family Changes Bring Conflict

Chapter Four...Growing Pains and The Hassle

Chapter Five...My Directional Path of Poems

Chapter Six...A Link In The Chain Is Now Broken

Chapter Seven...Enter Wagner Mauricio Prado

Chapter Eight:

Part 1 - Spirituality Becomes Stronger

Part 2 - It's Now or Never

Chapter Nine...My Special Dream AdmitNow

Chapter Ten....Lady Violet The Angel Living In My Heart

Chapter Eleven....Past Life Regression and The Introduction to My Son

Chapter Twelve...Journey of Friends

Chapter Thirteen...My Pets, My Precious Partners

Chapter Fourteen...The Circle of Spirituality

Chapter Fifteen....4,3,2,1 On Air The Show, My Way, My Life

Epilogue

Postscript: My Son... A Road to Better Glory

Preface

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What is my book really about and why am I writing it?

These words were like lyrics that I kept hearing in my brain. I decided to give them to Spirit and sat quietly for a few seconds and then suddenly heard the following message.

You have now heard the call from the Universe and as it has spoken to the inner consciousness of your soul, it has tuned into your essences of creativity genius to bring forth to others an honest dialogue, that present confirmations from the spiritual realm. Your self ability to channel the communication directly from spirit to the physical beings on your planet of life enforces the purpose of your own life's path. As your journey has only just begun for those you have touched and that have and shall continue to touch you, there will be no limits only those human beings that have rejected God's message to all forms of human life. The message always is to love thy self, and share that love with all others. The fear, doubt, and rejection you have always felt are reactions from your emotions instilled by other living souls that have thrived on their own negativity to enforce their levels of power and control, to which it will eventually self defeat their intent for the purpose.

The road of despair and destruction caused by those who have and continue to be lost to find their own path of purpose for their life, will come to recognize the light of knowledge and direction for the goodness of your plight. For he who throws stones at those expressing the love of God for which your purpose has now been illuminated, will be the first to be hit with lessons to recognize the true value of life as it has been intended and given. For those that continue to follow the trail of darkness and not allowing themselves to see the light of your wisdom and guidance, feel only empathy for them and continue to give and show them compassion and the love that you have within your soul and for all. For the connection of you to our God is greater than it is for the force of negativity that surrounds those possessing the darker side intent for the life as it has been given and created by God.

Proceed forward with your objectives and expectations as your future is about to begin and remember the loser now, will be later to win. The days of swimming and sinking like a stone, are no more, as you are no longer alone. Come forward are now friends like no other have been, compassion and love will guide you and light your way as never before been seen. Road blocks are meant to come down and obstacles will disappear as having not been ever around. For those that refuse to lend a hand, keep them within your heart and continue to hold your stand. For they will eventually see you for the great soul you are and they will come around to recognize the powers of the universe and the illumination of each star.

For each they own, and for own they are each, hold the truth and honesty to all for which you shall preach. It is when one feels lost and lives in doubt and fear, that the forces that are appear so far and yet near. Do not be belittled by those that criticize and do not accept what you say, for it is only their route of escape from reality to finding freedom within their misguided way. Set your standards and put out your call, for within time it shall be delivered the participants, stage and hall. For no one is greater, no one is less, for every soul has sins for which later they shall confess. Success and shame are only words some use to further their acclaim and point their finger at those with less to justify their reactions to blame.

Teachers, countrymen, cowboys, actors, lecturers, lightwalkers, writers, producers, investigators, singers and musicmen, plus many fans. Move forward with your ideals, insight and intent, knowing now you have the respect, admiration and dedication of many helping hands. Rise above, and see beyond all levels of contempt and pray for those holding any kind of evil that their acts will cease, but knowing now God, the Universe and Holy Spirit will see that you walk in bliss and total peace.

Time will reveal the truth, for which all is for one and one for all, actions speak louder than words and the energies of spirit has no barrier or wall. Losing directions are a sign of mixed emotions and inner strength needed to regain, for your soul has now found comfort and the light will shine brighter with the release of so much pain. Move forward with confidence and in your heart to know, that with inner desire and compassion your ambitions for accomplishments shall continue to grow. Seek personal goals and consider your hidden adventures as possibilities of reality and to being actual fact. The persons of fame and acclaim will come your way further your intentions as all good things will remain intact. Cast aside your self doubt and see the true you, display the creativity and the force to bring it about. Speak the words of wisdom to the ears that will lend a listen that shall remain in the heart. For spirit shall show the colors that reflect the energy for its overall body governing part.

There are yet lessons to be learned and some roads you will travel that are new, be wise in your choices and do not take detours that are less in scope than being only for you. Be direct and always hold the upper hand, find it easy to saying no and be the dI amond sifted from the sand. No longer will you be the door mat for those who hold themselves better and choose to put their step, you have risen higher above their level of negative intent and onward to better boundaries of greater expect.

I hope that in writing this book I have in some way provided the reader with an open door that has revealed the existence of spirit in a manner that is most comfortable for anyone wishing a personal connection for communication.

In the beginning as a young adult I began my journey into life with many hopes and aspirations, with one main objective and that was to achieve success. I now admit that it was only a lack of my own personal level of maturity in regards to my spiritual growth that I considered the word success as being so important. During my many years of life, I experienced a lot of failure on almost every level or area of opportunity that I attempted to enter or that was presented to me. The workplace was not good to me, and I, seemingly was the last person that it would come looking for me.

Many times, those in the positions of authority and were making decisions as to who would be the best person to hire or to fulfill the position at hand when it pertained to the work place, I was never considered. Most times, I simply got rejected and often received many offending remarks about my particular body size, being too small, thin, odd looking, not really the manly type, rather innocent and wet behind the ears type of thing. If you don't look the part, then you are too stupid to fullfill it. Because I looked young for my age, that back a number of years ago, was totally rejected. When One would be about twenty one years old, you needed to look like thirty five to be really accepted. If under weight, which I was and still am for my overall size, then one was regarded as a total freak or weirdo. Therefore, I was subjected to that for and throughout many years of my youth. Those individuals that possessed that way of thinking, I have certainly forgiven them many times, and truly hoped that they had a very good, successful and enjoyable life. I just feel that my life during that time and even later, was more of a mystery for me at least to determine my true path of purpose.

Certainly, spirituality was always a part of me, I obviously ignored it and the messages that spirit was providing. This continued for many years. During that time, I worked in a variety of temporary jobs and studied various classes. The following are just a small sampling, I studied acting, writing skills, business management, fashion designing/dressmaking/tailoring, computer sciences, etc. I worked in construction in public works and highways, service station, landscaping, government office, fabric stores, etc., in addition worked as a fashion model, editor, had my own fashion clientele, operated my own security import business for law enforcement and related security agencies. Eventually with spirit strongly making its presence known, became what I have always been a natural born psychic medium known today throughout the world.

It has been a long and winding road from then, until now for me. For many years, I watched as all my family siblings was progressing with life and achieving their goals and expectations along the way. They all had jobs and were working, buying vehicles, getting married, buying their homes, having their children, etc. While I always appeared to be sitting on a rock never getting or accomplishing anything that was meaningful. I was the real wall flower that was regarded was being lazy, a loser, spoiled bastard, and that somehow my parents really should consider kicking my ass out somewhere, so that I could really become something and be successful. I can truly say, that from the time I was a very young child until now, I have always felt within my sibbings that I was Standing In The Shadows The Light, waiting for the switch to be turned on to show them and others the true me.

The greatest heartbreak and regret that I have and will always bear with me, is the fact, that from the early years as a teenager my dream and greatest desire was to always buy a home for my dad and mother and to give them the pleasure of possessing a legal written titled document stating their ownership of it, and to having that level of true self independence for which they were so deserving of having. One of my mother's greatest wishes in life was to own her home and to have the documents to prove it.

I would have been so honored to have been able to buy a large home and to have them as well as myself all living in it together. Because taking care of my parents to the end was always my objective and purpose. However, as time revealed this was not to be and they both passed without me having that opportunity. So now, I live everyday with that regret and disappointment in knowing I have let them down on many levels, and caused them much heartache over the years as I have for myself in failing badly to prove to them my overall self worth as their son. My inner guilt and personal shame will never go away, but, I realize that I must live with this everyday and of course, I will until God makes his calling to me.

It is for this reason, that I have decided to write this book and dedicate it to my wonderful parents that I love and honor so very much. In the hopes that somehow, someway, it may bring to them spiritually my personal apologies for not being able to fulfill my obligations for which I had always wanted to have been able to do. For myself, I feel it will bring a inner source of peace and self acknowledgement that I have at least made a worthwhile effort to show them my appreciation, respect and love for everything that they have given me for as long as they were allowed to do so by God.

It is my sincere hope that this book will somehow, inspire others that have or will experience similar situations and circumstances as I, to ignore the criticism and offending remarks that others may make. Simply proceed with your goals, expectations and dreams and keep within yourself the realization of knowing that someday and in someway, they will all come true and that Spirit will bring forward the light of guidance and wisdom to show you the way.

Chapter 1

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At the Age of Six

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Certainly my journey of life or as one may say path of life had started a few years earlier, I began to take notice and realized more of the atmosphere I was surrounded with and in.

Paying more attention to conversations, words, expressions and people that I knew

and sometimes did not. It seemed now I was seeing daily life and the struggles that was now being bought forth. Watching my parents and other family members as they went about their daily routines, I feel obligations would be more suitable.

As a child living in a very rural and farm setting. The area was isolated and many times appeared cut off from the outside world. Because it was around that age I remember my oldest brother along with another neighbour working on installing electricity into our home. As a child, I thought this was exciting and like changing the world. Because at that time, we still did not have telephone service in our area. Even though many other Canadian provinces had full telephone and related communication systems operating.

Yes, it seemed at that time our province of Manitoba was lacking and falling behind the times of becoming and getting modern shall we say. But life seemed to be average for the existing conditions that I found around me. As a child, it appeared to me to be normal and certainly I was not concerned. Life was extremely hard and difficult for the adults attempting to and trying to just survive. Communication and related aspects of it, was simply regarded as a luxury to which most did not have access to using, let alone enjoying.

The lack of proper roads and access to them was a major problem. This held true year round, regardless as to what the season may be. Certainly, the winter season was extremely problematic with many severe snow storms and much snow accumulation combined with extreme cold temperatures.

The below zero temperatures back then were really severe, many days of forty below zero fahrenheit. I do remember my dad telling me the story of him taking a load of wood into our community town which was approximately four miles away by a team of horses that we had, on a sleigh and when he arrived in the town in the morning, a fellow he knew stopped him and said, do you know how cold it is this morning. Of course, my dad said no, the gentleman said it is fifty one below zero. The severity of climatic conditions certainly presented its difficulties to my parents and family members, and certainly to all of the other residents living in our community.

The other seasons presented difficulties too. In summer, there were a lot of heavy rains, severe thunder and lightning storms that cause muddy roads that sometimes were impassable. Flooding in springtime was also a concern to many living in the district. This is not to mention the hardship, that it brought to the agriculture aspects of growing grain crops and such. Other years, there were dry summers with very little rain and moisture. The draught caused many problems. So, mother nature was not always gentle and showing a lot of compassion to its occupants within our community at that time.

During these years of the early 1950s, our Province of Manitoba was consider and referred to by many residents as a have not province. That was certainly true in the community which we lived. As a young child, my realization of true life had not been fully revealed to me yet. Oh, so much to learn and to experience. Our community was known as part of the Interlake. Because the overall landscape of the Interlake is consisting of two main lakes, on the eastern side Lake Winnipeg and the western side Lake Manitoba, which is smaller in size than that of lake Winnipeg. Some miles west of us was Lake Manitoba. Our closest town was called Eriksdale. It had a population of perhaps three hundred people and the surrounding area another few hundred. The overall landscape was very flat and low lying, with many swamps with very poor drainage.

Agriculture was mixed farming and survival was hard and extremely difficult. Land and soil conditions very basic and grain crops varied from year to year. Climatic conditions a constant concern to all those attempting and growing them. Some years, a complete wash out with rain that caused flooding conditions. Other years, very dry and almost like draught conditions played its role causing once again much heartache.

I remember my mother saying, in the summer all I hear everyone talking about is cutting and putting up enough hay for the animals for the winter season. In late fall, the talk was cutting and getting wood for the winter to keep us warm. The hardship was overwhelming and the pleasure and happiness was non existent. Yet, we all survived and the struggle continued. My other brothers and sisters all went to school, walking two miles each way to and from a country school, everyday to get their education.

My mother continued to work like a slave in our country farm house. Doing work that was intended for men. Although many housewives throughout the community were doing similar. My mother would do so much work from early morning to attending and weeding the garden until dark at night. Baking eight loaves of bread by hand every other day, milking cows, churning and making butter, picking wild berries during the summer and whenever available. Some years, depending on the weather they would be next to none. She would do many preserves, some years over a hundred quarts of Saskatoon berries, this I do remember, plus many vegetable preserves, that would include such vegetables as beets, pickled green tomatoes, dill pickles, etc. etc. My mother was an exceptional cook and baker.

Visitors that came to our home, were always remarking about how she could cook and the pastries that she would provide. The biggest problem for her at that time was getting access to the proper ingredients, money was very little and simply not available for anything. But, she managed and did the very best that she could do. My mother was a very enduring person. The conditions were not pleasant. Considering the fact, that in summer, she used the kitchen cook stove and burning wood, so you had outside temperatures of ninety five degrees, inside the house a cook stove burning wood, while she was baking bread and cooking other food stuffs. This went on daily. Air conditioning was non existent.

The fact that my mother was at a younger age, obviously helped her to endure the intense heat of both climatic kind and the heat from the atmosphere within the house. Sympathy it seemed was very much in short supply from my dad, older brothers and certainly from some of the other neighbors. It appeared, people especially woman were regarded more as servants or perhaps, working machines on two legs, without having much or any feeling.

Many times in the evenings I do remember my mother cutting hair for some of the men in the neighborhood. Of course, my father would invite the fellows to the house and ask them if they wish to have their hair cut. The answer usually was always yes, thanks. Again, never any money was given to my mother. Free services always taken for granted. Most hair cutting sessions ended with a request again from my dad, telling my mother to then make lunch for everyone. So, I do remember the days being very long and tiring for my mother.

When and if there was any free or leisure time for my mother, she would usually be sewing clothes for us her kids, doing knitting, mending, etc. She always love doing fancy work like embroidery, crocheting, etc. However, usually there was no money to buy, fabrics, yarns, etc. Little materials to work with and many times, just adult clothes, that could be cut down to size and then re-constructed into kid sizes.

Oh, as my dad used to say the good old times. My mother, I am sure would not agree and had said so many times. As time passed forward, I remember as we continued to grow and get older, well, my brothers going out to work various jobs, and yes, some my sisters eventually leaving school and going out into the work force. Things were changing and my time was now getting into the school thing, which I hated completely.

Chapter 2

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Through Strife and Struggle

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The year is now 1956, I am seven years old, and now it is time, we move to another house on land a short walking distance from us. It actually does join our land on the Eastern side of the fencing line. Excited, well some of the family are and some are not. Me, I did not care, I am still just that stupid kid, loving animals, like dogs, cats, oh yes, and pigs too.

So we move, simple enough, what was not transported to the house there, we could always walk back to the old house and get exactly what we had forgotten. Very convenient most people would say. Now in our new house, well it was really not new in structure, but new to us. Yes, it was a bit larger too. More convenient in a way.

We now have a large and beautiful yard with many lilac trees forming a front hedge. The yard is fenced and of course, the house is on higher ground resembling more of a hill. Lovely, we can look down a bit to the other lands and an entrance road. Behind our home is a lot of trees and actual bush, containing many lovely saskatoon fruit trees. That some summers would bear lovely fruit known as saskatoon berries.

My mother loved them and whenever they would be available during the months of July/August, her, my sisters and I would pick them and she would can them down as fruit preserves for the winter seasons. When I was really young and while living back at our old home, both our mother and dad would go out picking saskatoons. Of course, in those areas one would find other wild berry varieties like cranberries, strawberries, chokecherries, etc.

The work it seemed especially for my mother never stopped, from early morning til very late at night. Throughout the years of 1957 through 58, it seemed changes were constant. Telephone service was finally being offered to the rural residents of our community. It came at a cost, as a special telephone line had to be installed costing at that time a considerable amount of money. This of course, was to be divided and shared among those residents wishing to have telephone service within their home.

The decision was made that we too would be having telephone service installed in our home. What a novelty it seemed to be, of course, it was a party line, no private service at that time. So, we had approximately twelve or thirteen residents all on our line. It was interesting, as throughout the day and night, whenever, one of the residents would get a call, we would all hear their telephone ringing. Through the number of long rings and short dings, everyone always managed to recognize their own individual assigned number. I still remember our number which was 301 ring 31, meaning line 301, with three long rings and one short ding. A common problem most times, was to get access to the line, as many times, when one would lift the telephone receiver, voices could be heard talking on it.

Yet, there were times when a party line was humorous. I do recall some people saying if they were calling a particular grocery store to put an order for some groceries. As they were naming the products, suddenly, they would say, oh, this is all I need, don't think I have forgotten anything. Suddenly, they would hear another voice on the line say out loud, you forgot butter, raisins and corn starch, one individual that had been listening to the entire conversation, forgot to remain quiet and should not have been listening to the conversation in the beginning. I do remember, one of my sisters picking up the phone where she used to live to use it one day, when a fellow that was already talking on the line heard the receive come up, he assumed that she was listening to his conversation, which she was not. He said, out loud, go grease your arse and slide down the line. It was really funny and she laughed, as she knew the gentleman. So it seems, the good old days, were not always so good.

During the year of 1958, my second oldest sister got married to a lovely gentleman, who became my brother-in-law. As a family, we all knew him a few years before, as he come over to Canada from Scotland , where he was born and raised. He was only seventeen when he arrived in Canada. He immediately became one of our family. Both my father and mother adored him and considered him a son, as the rest of us simply took him as our brother. When their marriage took place, we all knew it was truly blessed by the angels and guides watching over them and all of us. We knew, it was going to be the best marriage of the entire family. What they had between them was true love and mutual respect and honor for each other, the both of them, everyone knew were meant for each other. As of this writing, I am proud to say, they are still happily married and enjoy each other today just as much

Reviews for Standing In The Shadows "The Light"

[markusnenadovus · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This book takes a very interesting look at our current world situation. One might think based on the title that the book is about Islam, but in reality this book is geared toward introspection regarding our own relativistic society (and the problems related to it). These problems have been brought to the forefront due to recent world events.I read this book during a bus ride and found it to be an extremely interesting read.