Wind: A Multi-Dimensional Experience

By Lorene M Pulles

Wind: A Multi-Dimensional Experience is a nonfiction spiritual journey that culminates in an altruistic message for all of humankind. A hopeful story of healing and self-discovery, Lorene Pulless memoir details her spiritual awakening as a medium and healer. Possessing a unique shape-shifting ability, in addition to other supernatural gifts, Lorene introduces the reader to Wind, the spirit guide who mentored Lorene through a spiritual coming-of-age.

But Wind is more than just one womans story of spiritual encounters and revelations; it is also a relatable account of overcoming fear and self-doubt. With a strong Christian influence and working in the rigid field of corrections, Lorene endures much criticism and uncertainty. Through learning and acceptance, she is able to realize her purpose and how she can use her spiritual gifts to incur global benefits. Lorenes story is for anyone who has ever struggled with self-acceptance; it is for anyone who has ever wondered, Who am I, and why am I here?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504368346

Lorene M Pulles

Lorene Pulles is a healer, physical medium, spiritual teacher, author, prophet, and certified clinical hypnotherapist. With her diverse background in metaphysics, meditation, Reiki, spiritual development, and counseling, Lorene writes about spiritual self-discovery and the global benefits to personal healing. Wind: A Multi-Dimensional Experience is Lorene’s first book. She is currently working on a sequel. With her authentic and natural gift of empowering people to manifest their dreams and achieve success, Lorene has touched many lives. She combines positive and traditional approaches to healing. Lorene is a devoted advocate of human rights, especially involving children and youth. She has twenty-five years of experience in the human services field, along with careers in the criminal justice system. Presently, Lorene is the executive director of a community family centre. She holds a bachelor’s degree in social work from the University of Regina. Lorene and her husband, Fred Pulles, have received extensive facilitation training and have been teaching and counseling as a team for the past twelve years. They reside in Quesnel, British Columbia.

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Contents

Introduction

Part 1 – The Awakening

Chapter 1 – The Early Years

Chapter 2 – Miracle

Chapter 3 – Meditation

Chapter 4 – Wind

Chapter 5 – Physical Changes and Abilities

Chapter 6 – Future Visions from Wind

Chapter 7 – Power Animals and Shape Shifting

Part 2 – Transcendence

Chapter 8 – Twin Flame

Chapter 9 – Past Lives

Chapter 10 – Miracle Healings and Reiki

Chapter 11 – The Messengers

Chapter 12 – Shamanic Journeys

Part 3 – A Humble Awareness

Chapter 13 – Multi-Dimensional Lives

Chapter 14 – Sweat Lodge and Spirit Guide

Chapter 15 – Final Admonitions

Chapter 16 – A Spiritual Meeting with The Council of Light

Chapter 17 – The Beginning

Chapter 18 – The End of My Self-Doubt

About the Author

This book is dedicated:

To the Universal Guardians, who look over our sacred Earth, and protect me on my journey. Thank you for the wonderful insights and the immense love that you share.

To my beautiful husband Fred, who has been an angel of support, guidance and love, your strength, is miraculous. I love you.

To my amazing children, Kalie, Janaya, Keegan, Carey and Adam, who are the lights of my life.

To my beautiful grandchildren, Demi, Halle, Wiley and Myra, who were born to experience this incredible Earth, the best is yet to come.

To my co-workers who have had to endure all my unusual stories.

And last but not least, to Donna Steeves, Lida MacLellan, Nikki Field and R. J. Roberts for proof reads and edits. Thank you. Thank you, Thank you and Thank you.

Introduction

Most of us wonder about our world and where we come from. We think about a God who made the Earth in seven days and seven nights. Some of us expand our thinking beyond Earth to the universe, thinking about other planets and the possibility of other life. It took me awhile to accept that there may in fact be other life forms living on other planets, some similar to us and some very different. Then there is another possibility, one that is even more infinite than the first two ways of thinking; the possibility not only of physical planets with physical life forms, but of worlds in which all life exists in etheric forms.

These spirit realms, their environment and the beings that are alien to us, live in those extraordinary worlds. They are able to transfer and shapeshift their energy into any physical form and travel through any dimension. These beings, whether they are angels, guides or even our higher selves, all have one thing in common. They seek to travel and transpire to help other planetary people discover their inherent birthright to create. These worlds are parallel to our own, yet unfamiliar to our physical senses. Nevertheless, these worlds still exist.

My journey into awareness of these worlds was a gradual and skeptical one. I started my life with a solid religious foundation and transformed into an open, unbiased spiritual being, realizing my capabilities and accepting that there is something more than a single creator or God. That’s what this true story is about. This is a story about discovering the vast universe, step-by-step, and accepting that there is much we do not understand, and much to learn about life and energy.

Fifteen years ago, I met a radiant, luminous being named Wind. She appeared to me in a vision and continued to appear to me until I understood her lessons about healing ourselves and understanding our sensitivities to the Earth’s energies and the universe. Her lessons taught me how we create light and darkness with every emotion and thought. I came to understand that we were born from pure essence, energy and love, and that we affect everything in our world by simply existing in light. I learned that the Creator is deep within every one of us. We manifest our own environments and realities, and have the power to make positive changes. Wind produced miracle after miracle.

My experiences with Wind are documented throughout this book. This divine being taught me about myself and showed me how to heal past traumas. Wind taught me to be observant and realize I had more to learn. The greatest gift she offered me was a belief in unlimited potential. But her final and most integral purpose would unravel a tangled web of synchronicities, producing the most shocking revelation of all.

It wasn’t until my forty-ninth birthday on March 9, 2015 after a bizarre and powerful experience, that I felt an urgency to convey these experiences. As an Executive Director of a family centre, I held weekly staff meetings. On this particular day, at the beginning of the meeting, fifteen employees witnessed what looked like neon green ink appearing under the skin of my fingertips. I tried to rub the colour away but the ink dripped down my fingers like small blobs of paint. The message was simple: it was time to write, to be strong, and to have the courage to tell my story.

This story may not be true for everyone because everyone is creating and experiencing their own journey. But it is definitely true for me. Tomorrow, I may discover something new and expand my understanding. After all, with everything I have discovered in the last fifteen years, I have come to realize that I have most likely only stepped into a speck of what our vast universe, with all her glorious mysteries, has to offer.

My hope is that the experiences I share provide even the slightest inspiration for those who may be going through a similar process of self-discovery, inner power, love and acceptance. I hope that my own journey will advocate continued growth to the highest possibility, and for spiritual humans to understand the power of our existence and our ability to heal ourselves and this amazing earth we all cherish and share. Love & Light, Enjoy.

Part 1

The Awakening

Chapter 1

The Early Years

I have always felt that humans are not alone on the Earth. I was constantly seeking the truth about our existence and curious about the world in which we live. I felt there were other beings that we couldn’t see walking on this physical plane. I would lie in bed at night and see tiny flashes of light and shadows moving across the room. Of course, as a child, I didn’t think it was abnormal. I assumed everyone else had similar experiences.

I also had the privilege of growing up on Prince Edward Island, a small, quaint Island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I would spend many of my summer days swimming in the ocean, floating on my back and staring up into the sky, cloud gazing and imagining all the possibilities our beautiful Earth had to offer. I dreamt of experiencing them all.

My spiritual support was my father’s mother; I called her White Head Nanny. My Nanny was a very religious Protestant, and up until age ten or eleven, I spent many summer nights with her reading the Bible. The Book of Revelation fascinated me. Frequently, Nanny, my grandfather and I would sit around their big grandfather clock as each of us took turns reading verses from the Bible. My reward for doing this was helping Nanny bake cookies. Looking back, I think my Nanny knew I was gifted. I was the only grandchild who ever got to spend the night with her. She made sure I attended her church and understood who Jesus was. In later years, my father revealed to me that my Nanny had a special gift of premonitions. My father said that, as children, he and his siblings watched Nanny prepare the family’s ‘best’ dress clothes and iron grandpa’s suit. Every time she did this, there was always a death in the family a few days later. The children came to understand that when the suits came out, someone was about to die.

Nanny and I had a special bond. I felt that she could really ‘see’ me. She knew my thoughts and my passions. Since my mother never went to church, I have my Nanny to thank for opening a spiritual curiosity in me. Because of her, I would seek out most every church in the neighbourhood and attend on my own. I refused to go into the children’s bible study groups, wanting instead to stay with the ‘big people.’ I thought about the minister’s sermon, as it was being preached, and quietly raised my hand to ask questions. They didn’t seem to like my questions, and they definitely didn’t appreciate me when I challenged their beliefs. I remember yelling out that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene. The minister went pale and everyone looked at me. I confidently asserted, It’s true, and gestured for the minister to continue. I think I was ten years old. I had no educated reason to make such a declaration and I remember saying the same thing to Nanny when we read the Bible. She informed me very sternly that Jesus did not have a wife, and that it was total nonsense. Maybe, as a fanciful child, I made it up because I wanted him to have a wife and be happy. I adored Mary Magdalene and defended her as much as I felt the need to defend Jesus. I could have been comparing them to Cinderella and other romantic children’s stories. Either way, I valued honesty. I was too young at the time to understand that people’s beliefs could be different, and I was very opinionated, particularly when the ministers did not believe what I did. I would sit there judging their sermons and shaking my head at what I thought was their dishonesty. Some of the adults would try to talk to me, saying I had to listen and learn and stop my nonsense. Then I would be ‘good’ for a while, because I didn’t want to be punished and have to go to the children’s study. Some of the church ladies went to my house to talk to my mom about my disputative behaviour. My mom didn’t really care what I did in church and she certainly had no desire to attend church just to supervise me.

My first experience of blending my religious and spiritual journeys was around that time, when I was ten. I had heard some myth that if a person had warts they could do a spell with thread and the warts would go away. I decided to give it a try. I had a big wart on my left hand above my index finger and a small wart on the top of my left knee. I heard that if you tie a knot in a thread for every wart you have, and then bury the thread in the ground, the warts would magically disappear. I asked my mom for some thread and explained that I was going to get rid of my wart. Ignoring her opinion that it was just an old wives tale, I took the thread and went outside. With bare hands I dug a small hole in the ground. I took the thread in my right hand and rubbed it all over the wart on my left hand, then I tied one knot and prayed for my wart to be removed. After the ritual, I buried the threaded knot in the ground. A few moments after burying the thread, I realized that I had forgotten about the wart on my knee. I faced a dilemma - should I cast another spell or use the same thread I had just buried? What would happen if I dug up the thread I had already buried? I mulled it over for a few seconds and decided the spell had to be done correctly. I dug up the thread and rubbed it on my knee. I then tied a second knot and reburied the thread. Two weeks later, the warts disappeared, but the one on my knee left a small indent. I took the indent as a sign that magic worked, but only partially if you screwed up.

After the success of my spell, my imagination really took off. I began thinking of all the possibilities if everything was that simple. I didn’t know it yet, but my child-like imagination would be a key that would unlock my gift of spiritual power. The doors to the spirit realm would open one-by-one. And I would be carried further into the depths of cosmic consciousness, like a spider’s web expanding outwards, bigger and bigger, to the point where everything interconnects with all living things; the air, the mountains, the sea, the world around us and the space we thought we couldn’t see. I continued my path, seeking and searching and dreaming, but most importantly, believing.

When I was twelve, we moved to the west side of Summerside, PEI. Every day on the way to and from school, I would walk past a big beautiful Catholic Church. One day on the way home from school, I quietly opened the massive front doors and looked inside. There didn’t appear to be anyone inside, so I snuck in for a peek. Immediately, the smell of the old wooden pews struck me, like some ancient wood from centuries ago. A deep comforting feeling came over me. I glanced up at the massive stained glass windows and the orchestra balcony above. My eyes followed the length of the aisle. At the end of the aisle, looking high above the pulpit area, Jesus was hanging on a cross. Mesmerized, I approached him, my eyes fixed on him. I knelt on the communion bench and gazed upward. After all he had done for the world, I wondered how lonely he must be, just deserted up there. Bowing my head, I prayed to him, sending him love and apologizing for what people did to him. I promised I would watch over him and check up on him and visit him when I could. As I prayed, I felt like he was watching me, hearing me, and deep inside I started to feel sorrow for him, like the world just didn’t understand him. Years later, I realized it was I who didn’t understand him.

The emotion I was feeling for him when I prayed was his pure love pouring over me. However, my innocence caused me to mistake that love for sorrow, because it was so powerful it brought me to tears.

Whenever I was alone and walked by that church, I would go in and talk to Jesus. A couple of years later when my family finally got approved for low-income housing, we moved to yet another area of town. I could no longer visit Jesus at the church, but I continued to visit him in my mind and heart.

Chapter 2

Miracle

At thirty-two years old I was living in Maple Ridge BC, working at Alouette River Correctional Institute. One afternoon, an hour into my shift, a code yellow was called over the radio. A code yellow meant that staff needed backup and all available staff must respond. There was an inmate fight happening in the kitchen. I was about 300 yards away working in a housing dorm. Feeling the adrenaline pumping, I began to run, focusing on getting to the location fast. Suddenly, my right leg felt light like it wasn’t taking the full weight. I started to slow down and then my leg gave out. Rubbing my leg on the floor of the hall and in the frenzy of the emergency it didn’t really register that there was something physically wrong with me. I tried to force myself to walk off the feeling of numbness. Within a few seconds my leg responded and I could walk again. I entered the kitchen and saw that the staff had everything under control. All heads turned to look at me. One of my co-workers had witnessed me collapse on the ground in the hall.

Well, what took you so long? he asked in an effort to ease the apparent guilt reflected in my demeanour, and his own concern for me.

In the six months following that incident I would have numbness and feelings of tingling in my body. I would see my skin rise and I could see a rippling effect in my neck, legs and feet. It looked like a snake flowing under my skin. It was never painful but felt and looked shockingly gross. Doctors began to think I had MS. Since the effects were