Soul's Awakening: Book Ii of the Angel Trilogy

By Joanne Johnson

Megan is a high priced lawyer who feels everything in her life runs like a well oiled machine. One day on her way to work she has a flat tire that sets off a chain of events that changes her understanding of life and leads her to embrace her soul's awakening. Her adventure reveals parts of herself she never knew existed and leads to love as well. Its a spiritual journey that enriches her life on all levels.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481765909

Joanne Johnson

Joanne lives in central Alberta with her five children and husband. She enjoys writing, teaching spiritual classes, and awakening people on their spiritual soul path.  Publication of her second book Soul’s Awakening is due for release in the Fall of 2010.   [e-mail]

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Soul’s Awakening

Book II OF THE ANGEL TRILOGY

Joanne Johnson

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This is a work of fiction. The events and characters herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the material in the book.

Published by AuthorHouse 07/19/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6591-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6590-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013910986

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Loss Of Control

The Attack Of My Conscious

The Beginning Of The End

The Awakening Of Truth

The Chakras

What Goes Around Comes Around

Feeling Energy

Stopping The Pattern

The Sexual Connection

Explaining The Vow

Finding Peace Amongst Chaos

Leap Of Faith

Using My Intuition

A Simple Plan

A Peek Into The Future

The Healing Symbol

The Bridge Of Perfect Timing

Integrity Is Tested

River Of Worth

Encountering A Little Black Rain Cloud

Understanding My Past

The Secret Is Finally Understood

Reading A Sexual Pleasure

The Village

Somethings Are Worth Waiting For

Inner Vision

If There Is A Will There Is A Way

The Turad

Changing The Past

The Soul Ring

The Awakening Of My Soul

When A Door Closes A Window Opens

The Jury Is Out

Megan’s Checklist:

Aura Colors

Acknowledgements

To my family: (Larry and all Five of my children) Thank you for sharing me with my passion of writing and teaching classes on a spiritual level. Xoxo

Larry you are an amazing husband. You have supported me and had total faith in my abilities even when I didn’t. You are my inspiration. I love you!

Thank you to Alissa for the book covers. You always seem to be able to read my mind.

Judie Kemp you take my words and help create these books. Thank you for your editing and insights. This wouldn’t be possible without you.

I appreciate everyone who read each book and shared their comments and support.

This book is meant to produce light bulb moments on a personal level.

Thank you to all who enjoy the stories and can intuitively see the truth about themselves within the fiction on a spiritual level

I want to give a huge thank you to everyone who has attended my spiritual retreats that allow me to teach the truth behind each book on a soul level. (Angels, Auras and Intuition)

Loss Of Control

While I sprinted past other running enthusiasts on my daily morning run, I reflected on the last few weeks. So many life altering events had occurred and I felt my perception had shifted irrevocably. Sitting on a pew in the front of a small country church, as I watched my older sister, Jordan, marry the man of her dreams, was the first time in my life I had ever felt that I was missing something, and the first time I had questioned my success and passion as a high priced attorney.

My wild adventure with Jordan, when I discovered my ability to easily read minds, had started it all. Until that moment I had assumed my adept mental agility and accurate assessment of my clients was due to keen and thorough skill as a lawyer. Now, when I looked back at my twenty nine years, I could see that although I had accomplished a lot… on a superficial scale, my life lacked any real substance. A welling of disappointment was taking a foothold and unnerving me. My reality seemed to have shifted overnight, and any control I felt I had, was beginning to feel more like an illusion.

It was painful to see that both Jordan and Derrick, her new husband, shared some kind of a connection; a sexual attraction perhaps? The energy that passed between them could actually make you feel uncomfortable, as though you were intruding on a private moment. Strangely though, it reminded me of my mother and father, whose focus was finely tuned to each other. Very seldom were they apart and it appeared that they couldn’t get enough of each other’s company, obviously they were still very much in love. Even though I personally couldn’t understand how any person could be so into another individual, I always hoped for, and even longed for that kind of love.

Frustration seemed to blind me, and I choked back the tears as I rounded the corner at the far end of the park. The paths were busier than usual this morning, even though the sun was only just rising. I made a mental note to leave twenty minutes earlier tomorrow to beat the rush; so, 4:45 a.m. it is.

I ran harder, pushing myself to avoid remembering the exact moment when I had shifted my focus from trying to be the perfect catch, shaped after a man’s dream, to my education and a successful career. It was no use; however, once that miserable door opened it was impossible to close, and the memory came flooding back.

I could see Scott clearly, like it was only yesterday and anger still raged in me, even though thirteen years had long since passed. He was a jock, a football player, so handsome, so popular and so confident. He’d made my stomach do flip flops the moment he turned his attention towards me. I was such a fool, and for the month we dated I tried to be everything I imagined he would want and desire. I gave him all of me, only to witness him make out with the head cheerleader behind my back.

I was devastated and emotionally broken, but it awakened me to my true calling. Anger was the emotion that allowed me the control I desperately was seeking, and with my anger, I no longer felt like the victim. On some level I began feeling stronger, empowered by the anger that coursed through me. Still to this day, I can’t help but laugh at the revenge I took. It was poetic justice, to say the least, and it was the moment when I realized that revenge was the best medicine. I smile even now at my cleverness, itching powder! Who would have thought? I remember filling Scott’s jock with the powder early that day, and then I sat, laughing mischievously from the stands as the most important football game of the season went down in flames. Scott had been in line for a scholarship, and guess how that turned out? I loved the feeling of satisfaction as I looked from his new girlfriend’s shocked expression to Scott as he danced around the field. I never attended another football game, and that was the moment I turned my energies to my studies. I wanted nothing more than to help others find the same satisfaction that I did on that day, but legally of course! My goal was to help others not feel like victims in their own lives, but rather, to empower them.

That episode pretty much solidified how I have dealt with every challenging situation that has presented itself in my life. I have had little patience, particularly for ineptitude, and with my head down I’ve charged in like a bull in a china shop. Relationships either professional or personal received the same treatment; if they weren’t to my liking, I’d rip them off like a Band-Aid. This behaviour had desensitized me to the needs of others; I focused my attention on myself. I sincerely didn’t care if others thought I was anal, self-absorbed, or conceited; I was self motivated and driven to succeed.

It was obvious by the height of the sun what time it was, and a quick glance at my watch confirmed I had been running for 48 minutes. I kicked it up a notch ignoring the grinding pain in my knee. Somehow I had gotten better at shutting off physically and emotionally since my adventure with Jordan.

It was hard to believe that something so bizarre and life threatening could have happened to me. I would almost expect it to happen to Jordon, but not me. I usually kept people at an emotional distance. Then the one time I genuinely felt concerned for my sister, I found myself and my safety completely compromised.

A lunatic named Frank, who while seeking to exact some form of revenge on Jordan and Derrick, captured and took Jordan and I hostage. Although I should have been terrified by this deranged man, somehow I was able to read his mind, and I saw that his true desire wasn’t to harm me at all. On the contrary, he felt we were destined to be soul mates, and while he attempted to kill both Jordan and Derrick, he plotted only to enslave me. Frank thought that he was in love with me, and that he and I would be together forever.

I stopped in front of my house and smiled at the well-manicured hedges and shrubs that defined my property. I was definitely getting my money’s worth from my gardener, although I would have to speak to him about the day he was supposed to cut my grass, which was yesterday. Did anyone actually make commitments and keep them anymore? It didn’t even make sense to make a schedule and not stick to it, what would be the point? Quickly I turned up the driveway and then marveled at the size and beauty of my house. In my opinion it was the biggest and most expensive on my street.

With my schedule well ingrained, my path was straight and clearly defined, and nobody responded better to organization than I. I bent, stretched my legs and back, and then headed straight to the shower.

Dried and moisturized I moved to my closet and took out a white garment bag with Chanel scrolled across the front. Once my hair was in a perfectly coiffed bun, and there was no evidence of loose hairs, I slipped into a soft white silk blouse, and my new navy suit. The slim pants and clean lines of the jacket accentuated my petite form. The navy brought out the blue of my eyes. I stepped back and took an appraising look at my image in the full length mirror. I had to admit the daily runs, stretching, low carb shakes, and regimented lifestyle looked good on my frame. Nobody could, or ever would perceive me a ditzy blonde, but the warm honey shade was really the only color that could suit me, thank heavens it was natural.

A rumbling from deep in my stomach reminded me of my growing hunger. Quickly I prepared a high fiber, low carb smoothie, and tried hard not to guzzle it in one gulp, nor spill any of the contents. The thought had no sooner entered my mind when I pulled the glass away too soon and a stream of smoothie spilled down the front of my suit.

No! I fumed and grabbed a cloth to reduce the damage. There was no avoiding this delay; I turned on my heels, and stormed back upstairs to change my outfit muttering and berating myself at my incompetence. This just never happened to me, and I felt a touch flustered by the situation. I would be lucky, at this point, if I weren’t late for my meeting at nine. I found myself repeating my favorite mantra, I have total control. Things work in accordance to what I want and need. I smiled to myself, feeling that I was regaining control and everything was in alignment once again.

My high heels clicked as I quickly crossed the expansive garage to my waiting Lexus. Once inside, the luxury enveloped me and calmed me further. Today would be just fine I thought to myself as I pulled out onto the quiet street; unfortunately, I was directly behind a beige sedan going so slow I could have run faster. It was the same driver that I had an altercation with a couple weeks previously, when I had been stuck behind her for several blocks. Generally my neighbors knew me well enough to move aside and let me by, for I was as aggressive driving as I was at my job. Patience was not my virtue. My frustration was beginning to peak when finally the sedan turned the corner. I pressed the gas and shot by, but not without noticing a ragged, homeless looking man standing on the sidewalk, staring at me. As our eyes met a smile spread across his face, and he gave me a friendly nod. That was uncharacteristic, I thought to myself, since people of his class never paid any attention to me, let alone made eye contact or nodded.

No sooner had I driven past him when I heard a loud bang, and my car veered to the right. Quickly I applied the brakes and sat stunned. Snapping back to reality I took a couple of deep breaths before I found the handle of the door, and pushed it open slowly. I stepped onto the street unsure of what I would find when I walked around to the other side of my car. My stomach tightened into a knot, and I felt sick as my heart raced; the tire was completely ruined. I was definitely going to be late for my meeting, and this was no small meeting. The contract was big and the client important. Chaos wasn’t part of my life. This wasn’t happening to me!

Opening the passenger door I reached for my blackberry, only I couldn’t see it anywhere. I looked from the driver’s seat, to the passenger seat, to the floor and couldn’t see it or my purse anywhere. Shock flooded me, what was going on, had I lost my mind? I had never left either one at home before.

This had the markings of a really bad dream. I pinched myself hoping to wake up. But I was still standing on the sidewalk and my tire was still blown. To make matters worse, large dark clouds were forming, covering the morning sun, and reflecting the inner turmoil and confusion I felt. What should I do next? Moments passed in a weighted silence when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up; I was no longer alone. The homeless man had come over to see the chaos unfold. Great I thought, an audience, someone to witness my undoing! He looked intently at the tire then turned to me to speak.

I see you got yourself a bit of trouble Miss. he said, smiling.

I was in no mood for idle chitchat, so I responded sarcastically, Thanks for stating the obvious. I turned my back to him and ducked my head back inside the car trying to look busy, hoping that he would leave.

My muscles felt tight with tension, so I took a few deep breaths, hoping the panic of my situation wouldn’t overtake me. After a few seconds of concentrated breathing, I sat down on the curb ignoring the homeless man. I hoped by some miracle I would make it to work without missing my meeting. I looked up and down the street, no payphones of course; most people used cell phones these days. After a few seconds, I realized the man was still sitting beside me. I glanced away hoping he would take the hint and not bother to speak to me. I was terrible at idle conversation.

He cleared his throat, preparing to speak, Megan, I bet you didn’t expect this when you got up this morning.

My body tightened in fear and my mouth gaped, eyes wide with shock. I had difficulty forming any words, How do you know my name?

He grinned at me sheepishly, Your name is on your license plate. How else would I know?

I took a really good look at him for the first time. I didn’t recognize him. He was about six feet tall with grey hair cut just above his ears. And although his clothes had seen better days, he had very kind and peaceful blue eyes.

It looks like you could use some luck today, he commented gently.

Do you think? I need a full blown miracle, I replied with more sarcasm. I just wanted to be left alone with my misery.

I considered walking to work, but I would be at least an hour late as my office was downtown.

I might have something that will help you, he spoke clearly, but quietly.

Do you have a tow truck complete with a driver in your back pocket? I asked, mockingly. I admit when I am stressed I can be mean and sarcastic, which explains why I don’t have any friends. Friends were a luxury that I didn’t have the time or the energy for. Whenever I started to feel alone I would just take on more work.

No, but with some luck you could have one drive by. He held out his closed hand, obviously wanting to give me something.

What is it? I asked, becoming a bit curious. I had no idea how dirty his hands were and I was afraid to take whatever he had to give. I always carried antibacterial gel in my purse for situations like this. I never left home without it, except today, when I was without my purse.

He opened his outstretched palm to show me a stone. It was green, shiny and about the size of a robin’s egg. It looked clean and harmless.

This is a remarkable stone; it will give you freedom and perhaps a little luck, he explained. It is called an aventurine.

I took a long look at him before speaking. No offense, but it hasn’t brought you too much luck yet.

He smiled, Things are not always what they seem, Megan. You of all people should know that by now.

Why should I know that? I asked.

Being a lawyer, you should know that even though things look one way on the surface they can actually be very different underneath, he replied somewhat smugly.

How did you know that I’m a lawyer? I asked feeling increasingly more concerned.

I used a process of elimination, he spoke freely.

What? How?

You are dressed extremely well and drive an expensive car. But the biggest giveaway was the parking sticker from your firm in the window.

I laughed, You’re very observant, what else do you know?

As he spoke, I noticed that his teeth were surprisingly white and straight; I didn’t expect to see that in a homeless man. I tentatively reached my hand out so that he could put the rock in it. At this point I had nothing to lose.

He placed the rock in my hand. As I closed my fingers around the stone, I felt a slight vibration in my palm.

The passion you have in your eyes tells me you have been a practicing lawyer for only a few years, he replied, smiling.

My age would tell you that also, I replied, catching on to his ways, so nice try.

People who work in your field usually lose themselves after about three years.

What do you mean by that? I asked.

After the three year mark, people tend to get lost trying to prove themselves to everyone. Your boss and firm place huge pressures on you to be perfect. Eventually you will buy into the pressure and have lots of job, but no life. You will begin to believe the expectations and obligations of others and forget who you really are. This lucky stone will help you find out who you are and weed out the parts of your life that no longer work in your best interest.

I stared at the stone in my hand, rolling it around in my palm. It still felt as if it vibrated a tiny bit. Laughing at myself, I chalked it up to the big, heavy truck speeding by. I glanced back toward the man, only to find him gone. Feeling dazed, I muttered to myself. He must be very fast.

Was it real? I was sitting on the curb looking down at the rock, feeling puzzled by what had taken place, when a tow truck pulled up in front of my car. What luck, I said, quietly to myself.

I placed the stone in my suit pocket and walked over to the driver, I was tremendously relieved with the lucky turn of events. Maybe the old man was right; maybe this rock did bring me luck like he suggested it would.

The driver told me he was on his way back from a call and saw my car parked on the side of the road. It took him about twenty minutes to replace the tire with the spare. I gave him my business card and a promise to call him later with my credit card number.

Finally, I was back on the road and headed into the office. As I reached the parking garage, I glanced at the clock in my car. It was nine o’clock, and I would be only a few minutes late. After all that had happened this morning, it was a miracle that I made it into work at all.

The Attack Of My Conscious

I parked my car in the underground parkade and raced up the stairs to the building’s elevator. I was in such a rush; I accidently caught the high heel of my shoe in a floor vent and ripped it off.

Crap! I said, as I fell to the cement. No more!

I couldn’t seem to catch a break this morning. How could this be happening to me? My shoes cost more than three hundred dollars per foot. Quite frustrated with myself, I took my broken shoe off and raced for the elevator door. It closed just as I was a foot away from it.

Now I would have to wait until it went all the way up and back down again. I didn’t have that kind of time today, so I headed for the stairs. But after the seventh floor, I wished I’d taken the time to wait for the elevator. I kept tripping in only one shoe.

When I got to the eighth floor, I glanced at my watch as I yanked the door open and raced into the lobby of our office. I ran straight into Natalie, my secretary, who was, unfortunately, carrying coffee to the same conference room where my client was awaiting me.

Natalie stumbled into me, and I hit the floor, spilling coffee all over my clothes. I lay on the floor of the lobby trying to collect myself, knowing that my ego was as badly bruised as my behind. Unfortunately, I had collected an audience.

Oh, Miss Howard, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there.

I was too shook up to speak, so I stood up in an effort to gain some composure. I was thankful I didn’t wear a skirt today. With it covering my clothes, I could feel that the coffee was a hot. I looked down at the mess on my shirt, and the foam covering my new Chanel suit. This was the worst day ever!

Natalie, I need to change my clothes, so I’m heading to my office. Please tell my client that I will be in straight away.

I marched to my office and shut the blinds. I reached for the spare clothes that I had never needed before, but always kept, just in case.

Bluffing that I was calm, cool and collected, I walked into the conference room about thirty minutes late and took the empty seat beside my client, Paul Dolphin. I looked across the table where Mr. Smith sat with his lawyer. I made my apologies for my tardiness and tried to refresh in my mind the details of the case that I was now facing.

Mr. Smith had worked for his father for years, helping him build the company. As I understood it, the father was a slave driver and an alcoholic; abusive to everyone he cared about. Then one day Mr. Smith stood up to his father, refusing to accept the abuse anymore. The father became angry and as punishment, changed his will immediately. He left all his material belongings to his old drinking buddy, Paul. The father had been worth about five million dollars.

Two weeks after the changing of the will, father and son made their peace with each other, but before the father had a chance to change his will back again, he died abruptly in an accident driving home, drunk, from the bar one night. All his personal and business belongings went to Paul, whom he had been drinking with the night he died.

After settling in my seat, I looked across the table at Mr Smith. I mistakenly looked him in the eye for a fraction of a second, and immediately I heard the voice in my head.

I worked my butt off for my father, sometimes not even getting paid because the business couldn’t afford it. I had no social life and turned down my one opportunity to marry. Dad said it would interfere with my work. I always hoped he would change, and allow me to have my own life. Then this jerk walks in at the last minute, reaping the rewards of all my hard work. I gave everything I had to that company

I stared at him, horrified at what I was hearing. I’d forgotten that I could read minds and hearing his thoughts startled me. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Normally, I could choose when to tune into other peoples’ thoughts; it was like an on/off switch, but the floodgates had opened and information continued to rush into my mind.

I felt sorry for Mr. Smith.

I heard someone clear his throat before I realized that I was lost in my thoughts again. Everyone in the office was staring at me. I tried to smile away my discomfort, knowing they were waiting for me to proceed.

I looked over at the lawyer representing Mr. Smith, and was assaulted by his thoughts, which were now flooding my brain. "Did this lawyer get her degree from a Cracker-Jack box? I have never met another lawyer so unorganized and unprofessional. The cheque that Mr. Smith gave me had better not bounce, I won’t do all