The Encounter: Spiritual Awakening

By Lisa Hyde

Eight-year-old Sarah King lives in a small country town and feels like an outsider everywhere she goes. A tomboy with a sensitive nature, she isnt accepted by the girls at school or the adults around her, and the boys are the only ones who tolerate her. Even so, Sarah finds comfort in her connection to nature and to God.

When she tags along with her older brother and his friends on a misguided hunting adventure, she has no idea her life will soon change forever. As she is separated from the boys, Sarahs journey becomes one of understanding, spiritual fulfilment, and enlightenment. She encounters many strange and enigmatic beings who teach her about the power of love in all things; the relationship between humans and the earth; and the role of the Creator in all that is, was, and will bethe Source that is in all things. As she learns, she becomes aware of her role as the creator of her own reality and how her energy and choices affect the world as a whole.

In this tale set in the wilderness of Australia, a young girl encounters mythical creatures who guide her toward the path to spiritual enlightenment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Jul 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781452529837

Lisa Hyde

LISA HYDE is a meditation teacher who has meditated daily for more than thirty years. She continually researches the matter, as she believes it is a lifetime journey to self-mastery and discovery of the true self. She currently lives in Bundaberg South, Queensland, Australia.

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-2982-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-2983-7 (e)

Balboa Press rev. date: 07/08/2015

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

This book is

dedicated to my three sons, Mathew, Raymond, and Daniel.

I would like to acknowledge the people I have learned from in my life, Louise Hay, Gregg Braden, Dr Wayne Dwyer, Echart Tolle, Ester and Gerry Hicks (Abraham), Don Miguel Ruiz and his son Jose Ruiz.

I also would like to acknowledge my editor, Carol Hoger, Balboa Press for line editing, and Wendy Knack for the cover illustration.

Chapter 1

I t was another typical sunny day in the small country town of Rosewood. The temperature was about thirty-two degrees Celsius, and the humidity, as always, was high. As small country towns go, Rosewood was average and undeveloped, with occasional dirt roads and farms surrounding the main town. There would be no prize for the best home, as most houses were in need of a good paint job and some leaned to one side. Fences were dilapidated with unpainted palings—some leaning to the left, some standing vertically, some leaning to the right, and some just plain missing. Rusty wire kept the palings together. As kids, we looked upon these homes and their fencing as normal. We didn’t see anything wrong with them or any need for improvement. We accepted things as they were. There were no judgements of right or wrong.

We lived in a very small three-bedroom house. There were nine of us if you included Mum and Dad. Our parents had their own room, so the seven kids were squeezed into two bedrooms. I never had a room allocated to me, nor a bed for that matter. I slept in any room that had space for me at the time, which was usually the boys’ bedroom.

I think that is why I related more to my brothers than my sisters. Because I spent so much time in their room, I would listen to my brothers’ talk about my sisters as if they were stupid because they were girls, and I could see and understand their point of view as they pointed out my sisters’ faults. I had to grow up before I realized that women were very smart but completely misunderstood by men. Growing up with the three boys