And Rainedrops Fall Down My Cheeks

By Raine and Jia Sen

Award winning book placing with Readers Favorite and Pinnacle Book Achievement Awards - Raine demonstrates her spiritual growth and her acknowledgement of psychic gifts despite her initial self denial. Raine encourages the reader to open their minds to inter-dimensional learning and offers the readers self empowerment through their own spiritual development.

Her sincerity toward her reader as she describes her growing understanding of her gift through trials, tribulations, insights, and revelations shines through, as does the transcendent love that she radiates to those around her, and through her book. - Ila France Porcher author of My Sunset Rendezvous"

I believe that those who have felt the touch of those who have left us, as well as those who either have never experienced or have never been able to explain or articulate a cherished visitation, will find both comfort and understanding from this book. - William Speir author of "Knights of the Saltier

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504351690

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Author Raine resides in Maryland. Raine writes in her spare time, and writes from her heart. She creates her stories and give her characters real life experiences. Her craft is evolving daily and she is humbled to be able to share with her readers, her day-to-day experiences. Raine intertwine life into her writing in hopes to keep her readers coming back for more.

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OTHER TITLES BY THIS AUTHOR:

And Rainedrops Fall Down My Cheeks (2010)

And Rainedrops Fall Down My Cheeks (2014) 2nd Edition (2014)

And Rainedrops Fall Down My Cheeks Book One 3rd Edition (2015)

Rainedrops From Heaven (2014)

Rainedrops From Heaven Book Two 2nd Edition (2015)

Rainedrops Journey to India Book Three (2015)

And Rainedrops

Fall Down My Cheeks

Book One

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Copyright © 2016 Raine Carter.

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-5168-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5169-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016902903

Balboa Press rev. date: 3/31/2016

Contents

Chapter One:  Early Memories

Chapter Two:  My Guardian Angel

Chapter Three:  Divine

Chapter Four:  Lessons In Love

Chapter Five:  The Cemetary

Chapter Six:  Ten Long Days

Chapter Seven:  Near Death Experience

Chapter Eight:  Affirmations

Chapter Nine:  Fathers Passing

Chapter Ten:  Earthly Guardian

Chapter Eleven:  Rainebows From Heaven

Chapter Twelve:  Animal Communication

Chapter Thirteen:  Nanny Goats

Chapter Fourteen:  The Talking Horse

Chapter Fifteen:  A Special Little Kitten

Chapter Sixteen:  Sad Farewell

Chapter Seventeen:  Pets Across The Veil

Chapter Eighteen:  Black Velvet Space

Chapter Ninteen:  Dimensional Communications

Chapter Twenty:  House Blessing

Chapter Twenty One:  Stranger In My Bed

Chapter Twenty Two:  That’s My Name

Chapter Twenty Three:  I Don’t Do Readings

Chapter Twenty Four:  A Profound Dream

Chapter Twenty Five:  I Am Your Guiding Light

Chapter Twenty Six:  The Grandmothers

Chapter Twenty Seven:  You Are Loved For Always

Chapter Twenty Eight:  Special Thanks From Raine

Raine, spiritual medium, tells the story of her life, the extraordinary situations she finds herself in—all the while being supported by her guardian angel.

Raine demonstrates her spiritual growth and her acknowledgement of psychic gifts despite her initial self denial.

Acknowledging the natural communication between animal and human is also part of Raine’s path.

There are several dream recalls Raine introduces that facilitate learning strengths and opens opportunity for self reflection.

Raine encourages the reader to open their minds to inter-dimensional learning and offers the readers self empowerment through their own spiritual development.

Dedicated to our

Heavenly Angels,

I will always need you.

Raine

I am neither a medium, spiritualist, or anything of the like. I’d go so far as to call myself a skeptic, having never experienced or known anyone with direct experience of any of the phenomenon you apparently encounter on a daily basis. That said, I found your book both enlightening and inspiring and I’m sure other people will too.

—Editor

CHAPTER ONE

EARLY MEMORIES

H e was dressed in a robe with a hood over his head—I could not see his face; at least I have no conscious memory of his face and he would stand at a distance from me, looking at me. I knew he was somehow a part of me. I would be aware of his vibration; it announced his presence before I would physically see him.

I have a really clear memory of the first time I saw him. I was a newborn. I think I was in a crib, or perhaps it was a cot. I remember the wooden, vertical slats that formed my bed. I could see the room quite clearly even though it was dark. I could distinguish between the three doors in the bedroom. One of them opened to a wardrobe. The second opened to a cupboard with shelving. The third door opened to the hallway.

I could see him standing there, between the wardrobe and cupboard doors, watching me. My eyes looked over to where my parents lay sleeping in their bed, and I could not understand how it was that they did not sense his presence and wake up. I think that really disturbed me—that they did not wake up. I was more anxious and puzzled than afraid.

This is the earliest memory I have on this earth.

I know that my parents preferred their babies to be in a room of their own. That way baby and parents were not unnecessarily disturbed by each other; so I must have been new in this world for my parents to have had me sleeping in their bedroom.

Often I would wake up with the feeling that my thumbs were being pulled as if to pull me out of bed. I always understood that he was not physically touching me—his vibratory energy was such that the effect on my body felt like physical touch. Why it was that my thumbs responded so I cannot say.

I resisted his pull on my thumbs so strongly. Sometimes I would awaken, feeling his presence close to me; before I felt my thumbs being pulled. We always seemed to have such a battle over my poor thumbs!

As I grew older and was able to speak, I would tell my parents about my nightly visitor. I was constantly told I was having nightmares.

Thus, I learned my parents’ fears. I became very afraid of those nightmares and afraid to be alone in the dark. I was given a nightlight, and I would cry if left alone in the dark. My parents thought the light would help me feel comforted, less afraid, but the nightlight did not deter my nightly visitor.

His regular visits seemed to end when I was eight years old.

I remember the last night he came. The light was magnificent: bright, white, glowing, and all encompassing. The light seemed to pour in through the windows of the room off my bedroom. It would fill that room and spill over into my bedroom.

I could feel his presence, yet at first I could not see him.

Then I saw him. He was standing in the doorway of my bedroom; I could feel the familiar pull on my thumbs. That night, he seemed to have a much stronger effect on me. The pull on my thumbs was so insistent. Actually, I do not remember being afraid that night. I felt very determined. Our battle seemed to