Trilogies of Thought 4 Life’S Lessons

By Kathleen Avino

This book was a ten-year labor of love inspired and directed by Kathleen Avinos spirit guides. The stories were given to her, and she systematically put them down on paper. Her sincere hope is that these stories will bring a sense of joy, self-exploration, and healing to those who read them.

This book is divided into a series of sets, each with its own theme and divided into three parts: a traditional haiku, a poem, and a descriptive short story. It is presented in a workshop format, intended to provide readers with an opportunity for reflection and healing. The books true intention is to provide pleasure and a respite from daily difficulties.

Kathleen carries an international clientele. She works via respected and established psychic networks and psychic and new-age festivals. Kathleen is also available for private consultations in the New York City, Long Island, New Jersey area and by telephone via her website www.katsangeleyes.net.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Aug 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452553221

Kathleen Avino

Kathleen Avino holds a degree in architecture and has a thirty-five-year career in the design and construction industry. She is very proud of the numerous construction projects she has supervised, which span from New York to California. Although she continues to teach design and construction and is an active construction consultant, the bulk of her time is spent conducting psychic and mediumship readings. Her gifts were given to her through various life trials and tribulations, including chronic illness and multiple surgeries. She is considered by many to be a natural psychic, since her gifts manifested themselves without any formal training. Kathleen is also an avid international traveler, which has increased her ability to work with people from many different cultures.

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Trilogies of Thought

4

Life’s Lessons

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Authored by

Kathleen Avino

Cover Art by

Katrina Avino-Barracato

Contents

Dedications

Acknowledgements

Forward

Set 1

Available Abundance

The Universe Provides

The Fisherman’s Plight

Reflections

Set 2

A Woman’s Bounty

Go-Girl

TheVoyager

Reflections

Set 3

Spiritual Strokes

The Painter’s Palette

Seeing the Invisible Colors

Reflections

Set 4

Love

The Gift of Giving

What’s’ the Score?

Reflections

Set 5

A Grudge

Forgiveness

The Familiar Stranger

Reflections

Set 6

Early Morning Rays

The Sunrise

The Little Boy’s Best Friend

Reflections

Set 7

God’s Gift

Thank You God

The Photo Album

Reflections

Set 8

Away Up High

Mountains in my Mind

To Soar Without Wings

Reflections

Set 9

The-Endless-Cycle/

Who Are You This Time?

Journey Through the Ages

Reflections

Set 10

A Leaf

Thee Little Leaf

The Lady in the City

Reflections

Set11

The Chosen One

Man’s Struggle

Broad-Shoulders

Reflections

Set 12

Treasured Chest

A Place in-Your Heart

Because

Reflections

Set 13

Dire Petition

Pray for a Miracle

He Needs a Miracle

Reflections

Set 14

Change

A Lover’s Prayer

I Do

Reflections

Set 15

Moments Written

A Day in a Life

A Second Chance

Set 16

Our Choice

A Child’s Grace

Mirrors of Our Souls

Reflections

Set 17

Forgotten World

Layers of Life

Scars for the Heart

Refections

Set 18

Friendship

Half of the Whole

Just Friends

Reflections

Set 19

Invisible Guardian

An Angel Walks Beside Us

The Silent Protector

Reflections

Epilogue

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Dedications

To my Mother, Rosanna, my Father, Charlie and Daughter, Katrina

I dedicate this book to them.

For if it wasn’t for their Unconditional Love,

Never-ending Support, Unwavering Belief,

and Heartfelt Encouragement,

Neither this book nor I would have been possible.

My Mother brought me into the world and helps me to survive and

prosper.

My Daughter is the reason I was able to remain alive and continue to live life to the fullest.

My Father, may he rest in peace, who forever watches over me-no

easy task.

There are no adequate words I could ever find to express to you all my

gratitude.

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Acknowledgements

To Irene, my sister

for protecting me as kids and challenging me as we grew to be adults.

To Joe and Tracci, my true friends

for contending with me and my computer, because I didn’t have a clue

on how to make it do what I wanted.

To Elaine, my oldest friend

for all her patience having to listen to me over the years helping me to

find my spiritual and psychic center.

To Lauren, my other daughter

for her countless hours spent on catching and correcting all my

disjointed thoughts and grammatical nightmares.

To Ed, my protector and friend

for all his desperate efforts to keep me out of trouble (to no avail) and

believed this book was really special.

To the rest of my family and friends

For accepting and loving me as is because that is not as simple as it

sounds!

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Forward

This book was inspired and written for average people who no longer desire to be average. Spiritually communicated messages were woven into haikus, poems, and fables to hopefully provide the reader an opportunity to rise above and cope with their present day circumstances and orchestrate positive changes. Any piece of literature we hold in our hands is filled with the intention to endow us with greater understanding and wisdom on some level. The degree of that level is often in the mind and heart of the reader. The intention of this book was to teach without preaching, to inspire without religion, and to relate to what was written and apply it to our lives without judgment.

As our parents in the past read fables and poems to us to help teach and guide us in our upcoming lives, we can once again and with greater need, read them to reassure and assist us in coping and amending our turbulent lives. Just because a person was instructed in a certain belief system as a child and young adult, it does not mean that they must continue to embrace and exhibit those beliefs when it comes to light that those rules not longer serve their highest good. As adults we are bombarded relentlessly with information, especially in today’s cyber world. All this information should be opening us up to choices. One of the most wonderful attributes about being a grown-up is that we get to choose how we live our lives. If we don’t want to make our bed, eat broccoli, or go to bed early, we don’t have to. However, if we don’t take advantage of our freedom, without fear of reprisal from an all seeing invisible parent, what’s the point of having the freedom. Examine all the possible choices and decide for yourself. Because if you choose to unsubscribe to ancient or habitual modes of behavior laid out by our forefathers and foremothers that sincerely no longer serve our highest good nor that of the people we interact with on a daily and long term basis miracles do happen. No one is saying you, the reader, have to change, but if you are unhappy and discontent in any facet of your past or current circumstances, then consider that this feeling may be the very catalyst encouraging you to at least review your options and examine your motives. Are they truly what you want or are you merely repeating patterns, learned behavior, or just plain old habits?

With age comes experience, obstacles, and revelations that we should incorporate into our lives to enrich them and allow them to promote our emotional, worldly, and spiritual growth. If we are truly paying attention and learning from the numerous challenges and tests we face each and every day, then we cannot avoid growth on any level. It is virtually impossible for even the most closed minded and obstinate, and you know who you are, to learn something in the course of an average day. With this growth we also should come to realize that all that makes up our lives and belief systems are not separate and distinct , but rather all pieces of the whole. What our soul desires we need to hear, acknowledge, and address, because of we try and ignore the restlessness we are experiencing it only increases in volume. It further upsets our chances of success and happiness and inevitably leads to illness. The health of the mind and the soul, ultimately determines the health of the body.

Let’s not lose sight of the first intention of the creation of this book, which was to sit back, relax and enjoy. So please, do enjoy these snippets of fiction for the sheer pleasure of reading and a temporary sojourn from your hectic existence. My first intention was to put down on paper an avenue for a reader to exercise their imagination. I must admit however, when one was driven by spiritual intervention there was bound to be some underlying messages offered up to help us find inner peace and outward happiness. These are entertaining stories at least, and camouflaged tools to help one live happier at most. It is entirely up to the reader what they discover in these pages, another cool part about being a grown-up. We get to choose. Enjoy it first and anything else you, as the reader, may receive along the way I blessedly hope you consider it a unexpected bonus.

God Bless ^j^ Love Kat

Set 1

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Available Abundance

The Universe Provides

The Fisherman’s Plight

Reflections

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Available Abundance

All our desires,

Leaning to hear, patiently,

Waiting, in the mist.

The Universe Provides

I’ve cast my net on the waters,

I won’t grab or yank at the edge.

This time will be different, I think,

Will I let it drift, float, or just sink?

I am patiently waiting on the surf’s edge,

Warmed by the mid-day’s shining sun,

Just watching as it sparkles and dances on each wave,

Yes, this is a strange way for me to behave.

For I usually twist and turn my big nets,

Fighting with them, the entire time I sent them adrift.

Forcing and making my sheer will

Determine the bountiful catch, they may fill.

I push and I pull

Until I ache throughout.

Not the smallest of pieces left out of the process

Of exhibiting such forced and determined excess.

But lately I’ve come to the conclusion

As I watch the tides roll in.

All of the energy and effort spent,

Did not seem to help a bit in the end.

I now put my future successes

In more capable and loving hands.

More able to carry any load, especially when deeper and wider,

Freeing me to feel much stronger, and even a bit wiser.

The universe with God’s guidance

Has been filling the oceans, and turning the leaves,

Puffing the clouds, and feeding the creatures.

Why must I be the one, to teach all the teachers?

I’ll carefully prepare and check my net;

When I’m done, I’ll cast it without a care or regret.

I’ll watch, and I’ll pray as it drifts out to sea

Then I’ll gratefully wait for what may or may not come back to me.

The Fisherman’s Plight

Once upon a time… there lived a solitary fisherman. It was a very hard life, made much harder by the fisherman trying to control everything. He tried to control the rolling seas. He tried to control the amount of the catch. He tried to control the amount of rain that fell. He tried to control the outcome each and every time he forcefully flung out his nets. It took awhile for this seasoned and weathered mariner to come to the realization that all his attempts to control what he could not control were not yielding satisfactory results. This mattered not, however, because each day at the break of dawn he would prepare his gear, his boat, but never his attitude. The sea was something to be tamed by him, the fish were something he was entitled to, and the weather when he might concede that this was something had to accept, he begrudgingly did but not every day.

He got his strength and stubborn determination as well as his need to command everything around him from his father. He took on the day as if going into battle. His weapons were always drawn and ready to strike. He was constantly dueling with the very things that were intended to give him the utmost comfort. The other fisherman would end their day laughing and joking enjoying their lives. He never socialized much and kept to himself. The taverns at night would be rowdy and boisterous filled to the rafters with the town’s fishermen boasting or moaning about the day’s catch. These hardy men would be surrounded by their wives and multitude of rambunctious children, eating, drinking and laughing the night away. As far as a family was concerned, to our disillusioned captain, he never felt the need to bother to create one. He once loved a woman in his youth, but she made it perfectly clear the sea shore and the smell of fish was not her cup of tea. Only once when he had gazed deep into her jet black hair and equally dark eyes had he entertained the idea to quit and give up the only thing he knew. She was stunningly beautiful with a personality to match. But in the end the draw of the sea won out. So our lonely fisherman would never be found hoisting a pint and making a toast to a better day. No, our feisty fisherman-would always be too exhausted and spent to even crack a smile. He yanked his boat through the hard unforgiving sand, with stinging waves crashing against him, and angrily dumped it on the shore. For God only knew how many battles he’d fought that day and lost.

One evening in sheer exhaustion, he stayed on the beach near his boat and rested. He spied a fisherman, a few yards down on the beach, whose face he did not know. The shiny boat and jet black nets were brand new sitting evenly in the sand. He watched this serene stranger as he moved so carefree. He’d throw out his nets with a caress of gentle lover. They seemed to float softly and stay way up easily suspended in the darkening sky above; they gracefully landed evenly and without injury onto the crackled sand. Our mesmerized fisherman wondered to himself how that could be when the wind was blowing and snapping so hard? He broke his stare from the action in front of him and began to stand upright. As he lifted his head and rose slowly from his perch, he felt the pain in his back and sharp pinches in his cold numbing hands. Focused on his discomfort, he no longer gave the new fisherman another thought. He crawled to his home and his bed. He needed rest, didn’t he, to fight once again the next new day.

He woke to a shinning bright sunlit day with nearly a breeze able to sway the smallest of branches or leaves. This would be a good day! he announced to no one in particular. There never was anyone to talk to until he dragged himself down to the shoreline. The crack of dawn brought the whole town together in unison to check and double check all that was necessary to scratch out a meager but sustainable living. The beach front would resemble a family reunion each and every morning. They would gather as a large group, issue various types of greetings and much teasing. They would help each other launch their small craft into the breaking waves and finish off with cheers of good hunting. Our fisherman slid silently amongst the confusion. He rarely spoke directly to anyone nor did anyone speak to him. He merely went about his business doing what he must. It was not that he disliked people, but he only had energy to focus on his upcoming challenges. They were fisherman; make no mistake-he was a warrior facing the sea.

Although the ocean was fairly calm today and the breeze steady and true, our fisherman still seemed to struggle and face a troublesome foe. His nets got tangled more than once, two of his largest hooks dislodged and slipped over board. The nets were just an annoyance and challenged his bad back, but the hooks were an unwelcomed expense. The catches this season had been small and the weight-ins disappointing, so to have to spend money to replace what was in perfect condition; well it did nothing to improve our fisherman’s mood. His patience and common sense also seemed to have disappeared with each coming year. He would stake a spot, grow frustrated in an irrational period of time, regroup and move. This was repeated several times in the course of each day. Even though he knew it was wear and tear on his body, the boat, and his nets, he did not know what else to do. He fought and he fought to control the elements that made of the required sequence of events, but it never yielded him any better results. Fact was, if he had really been paying attention, he would have noticed that his catches were less with every excursion. He cursed and he complained as the rods never sang and the nets were only heavy with sea. His last desperate throw when the sun was nearly set, finally showed several layers of flipping flapping silver streaked creatures to not make the entire trip an utter failure. Content, but nowhere near pleased, he stowed all the instruments of his trade that were still left on board and set off for home. He maneuvered his vessel in a southerly direction as he’d had hundreds of times in the past, and asked of the clouds why did it have to be so much damn work?

The following day the pouring rain woke him from a deep sleep, disrespectfully pounding on his roof. He didn’t need to look outside to know it ruined his chances for a good day’s catch. He didn’t bother going out to sea. Also, no measly catch that had become the norm lately was worth risking his neck. Heavy rain meant heavy, mean seas with threatening swells. So he tried to keep busy around his little dingy shack filled with memories some he’d like to forget, but soon became bored. He took out his severely dented coffee pot and rusty cast iron frying pan and threw together what some might call a meal. He continued to fuss and fiddle and managed to kill some additional time throughout the rest of the day. He even gave cleaning up the place a brief notion, but that idea passed with the justification that it would only get messed up again. Luckily for his sanity, the rain stopped just before dusk. So he decided to grab some fresh salt air. A walk, he reasoned to himself, would be good after being cooped up all day. He strolled down to the water’s edge with all the familiar boats lined up. Something was missing, he thought. Yes, the new fisherman’s boat! How could he be that insane to attempt to fight the relentless brutal weather? What a waste, he mused, and laughed. Someone who fought harder then he, to fix what could not be fixed. Because when the weather is rainy and rough, you fight and you scratch, but all you get for your trouble is tossed around like a child’s ball and miserably sick. And worst of all-you never caught any fish. How many merciless times had he been subjected to that kind of brutal treatment and would come up empty netted for all his efforts. He’d have to meet this fisherman; he’d thought, as impossible as it seemed, he’d have incredibly perhaps met his true match.

Off in the far distance he barely made out the shiny black boat, it was somehow mysteriously bobbing gently amidst the angry curls. The rain had let up but the sea was not quite finished attempting to create havoc upon the