Thoughts on 2012

By Valerie Vulgamore

When this journey began, I was rather green. I knew that I could write, but I did not trust that the correct words would come. I began to wonder what correct was and who had the questions I had. I started out by talking about the issues I had growing up and moving towards who I am today. I spoke as if I was a freak of nature, hoping that I was not alone. Close friends of mine said that I was not and that I needed to write so that others would open up. We should not have to open up but the spiritual realm is changing. To survive and live up to the potential that the almighty wishes for us we should study ourselves more closely and not be afraid of human judgement.
While I took a huge risk on my reputation by writing this book, I still felt I needed to speak and bind with the ones who needed the validation that I did. While I love the prospect of speaking to like minds I respect and wish well to ones who do not agree with me or are not ready to expand their thinking. Sometimes it has more to do with who is around us instead of who we are.I began to doubt myself less when I realized that people existed that had never heard of the Mayan Prophecy of 2012. Perhaps because I wanted to give us something positive to look at I chose to not focus on the gloom of it, but enlighten people to a different way of looking at prophecy. Even though I wrote about the positive, I did not spin flowery tales of the future either. We all have our trials and tribulations, joys and sorrows and that has always been and will be true.
I have held tight to the phrase when one door closes another one opens and the saying has went as small as a window opening up too. I suppose I wanted to speak and clear the air by opening a door for some and a window for others. It is all about choice. When I began this book, I was looking for a window and now it has become a door for me. I wanted to converse with people I had no way of meeting or knowing about and I figured that the most respectful way to do so was to write. People who crave the information and adventure that I must can seek me out in words instead of forcing my ways and words on them.
While the revelation in manifesting this book was discovered by alternative measures, hypnosis is and can be used by all ready to truly seek and change that, which lies within us. Read on and see what lies ahead for you.
Thank you for listening and seeking adventure may God bless you.
V.M. Vulgamore

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 30, 2009
• ISBN: 9781462808595

Valerie Vulgamore

Valerie Vulgamore Valerie began to write about the mysteries, and weird occurrences in her life hoping others could open up. Her experiences she believes will peak on her birthday, which happens to be on the date of the Mayan Prophecy of Dec.21, 2012. Valerie is married and has two boys. She currently resides in Kansas. She is writing short-story romance novels and free-lance writing. She welcomes the opportunity for you as the reader to tell her what you would like to see her write that others may not dare to attempt. [e-mail]

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Preface

The session

Great Minds Think Alike

Reincarnation to believe or not believe?

The rise of Indigo Children

2012 a New Window

What does God have to do with it?

Trust Your Instincts

Personal dreams and experiences

Prophecies

Under Hypnosis

The Female Paradise

Makes You Think

The Lord helps Those Who Help Themselves

Mother Nature

Stories Myths and Legends were Made Of

Do What Makes Sense

Closing

Bibliography

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank Troy and Valerie Bledsoe, owners of the Heartland Herb Shop, Terrie Wright, my husband, Michael Vulgamore Sr. for his patience and Lana Hadormio of Xilbris publishing for her continued support throughout this process. There is many others, too many to count, who encouraged me to continue this long journey with a leap of faith and many prayers spoken for me that I am sure I will never know about.

Thank You All,

Valerie Vulgamore

Preface

I have always been out there in my thinking, but that has saved me. This came in the summer of ’06. I had hypnotherapy sessions to rid myself of a past abuse issue in this lifetime as a young girl. I earned one free hypo-session after four paid and participated sessions. I put off having my free session because I wanted to make it profound. It was there that I learned that I should write about my experiences. I did not know which ones to write about because as I said I can be out there. I could not understand what I could possibly know that had not already been discovered, discussed or shared in other writings.

In my first session, I cannot recall where I went first but at the end of the session, I discovered that it lasted only thirty-five minutes. That thirty-five minutes showed me that I needed to speak to those who want to listen, so here you are and I hope you find enjoyment, insight, and the enlightenment and overall peace of your own divine. The second session was more of an enigma that I will write about later which I hope brings you the happiness it did me.

The session

My divine began in Troy’s office. He was right on time and rather reluctant in his actions to get started when he first saw me that day. When he looked at me, he seemed to be looking through me and I could only assume that he was studying my aura. He then walked me back into his office; talked rather peculiar about nothing until admitting that he was killing time until a noisy customer left the store. Eventually the office quieted and I went on my journey.

On the journey, I discovered that I wanted to write in many lifetimes. I know that some people do not believe this way because it has yet to be proven by science so perhaps I was visiting a spiritual plane of existence either way this is not what I had pictured for myself. I always started and stopped because I always listened to the wrong people and ignored the ones who wanted to hear me. I was shown three instances in which I began to tell my stories and I was stopped every time.

In the first one, memory recalls I was an old woman hanging out at my Granddaughter’s general store. I was visiting with the customers and my granddaughter hushed me so I would not disturb them. I had no bitterness towards her but I did not get to tell my story. I was shown that lifetime advanced to my deathbed and the same granddaughter who was once afraid that I was a burden told me the following: I spent all of my life never having time to listen and now I can not get enough of your stories before you go.

In another instance, I was shown a clay tablet of a tan color. I was then shown the year 1911 as if it was on a white, plain background instead. I took that to mean that I was starting over some way spiritually in 1911 with a clean slate. I still am puzzled by the image, but needed to speak about it because it had to mean something even though it does not make sense right now. Putting all theories aside, I was physically born in 1971. That is a documented fact that anyone can probably find in public records if you are so inclined to waste time looking for my birth date.

In the third instance I was shown that I was sitting by a building; more than likely a school, but it could have been a store in my neighborhood. No matter what the details concerning where the building was the importance was the relationships with the people. What is important anyway? Back to my point, I saw myself sitting by this building with a notebook not much different from the one I used to write the rough draft of this book. I even saw in detail the pencil I was using which was in an awkward size and black in color. I must say that some details may sound contradictory with others, but I believe I was shown certain things for a reason even if the reason has not been shown to me yet. I need point out too that on a spiritual plane correct times of events are not an issue, which makes them difficult to interpret. I find this necessary to know because usually a calendar or clock will not show exact details of a vision glimpse. It is as if time is ignored on a spiritual level. I also pray that I will gain knowledge of the details that people will need before I write them down. This thinking humbles me into realizing that I am just the messenger and that God and the divine helpers are the true source of all. For some reason I believe that I was in Minnesota or Wisconsin and if not a village in Europe that looked like this village.

In this glimpse, some children about age 10-12 were ice-skating and asking me to join in. I hesitated because I wanted to write. Some understood that I enjoyed them, but needed my own inner space to write too. After much coaxing from other children one of the girls said Why don’t you put that away and join us you can always do that dumb work later.

Knowing that I was being missed I closed the leather-bound book and laid the pencil on top of it and joined the children. I do not remember having my own ice skates but I must have had them otherwise I could not have had much fun watching them; perhaps we took turns with a pair of skates. Here is an example of the unclear details.

I do see a connection with these children and this lifetime that could go unnoticed unless I put the experiences together. The girl who pulled me from writing in that life is a cousin of mine in this life. Yes, she in actions discouraged me from writing at an early age again. She did not know it and I chose to listen to her again. I asked for her approval by showing her a story I wrote for school, which she read one day as we were walking home. She kept pointing out the words that I had misspelled. To this day, I hesitate in spelling the word people People was one of the words I misspelled. Interesting what the mind holds. Other children walking home with