Enchanting Shaula Pearl: Joy Is for All Souls

By Geila Jones

Geila takes you on a wild and incredible journey of love, joy, and healing, and straight into the heart and soul of Shaula Pearl, who survived a horrific existence of abuse and neglect. To truly enchant her, it took the magic of belief, a fearless enchantment plan, and support from the angelic realms, opening doorways to the spirit world. The luminous glow of divine guidance poured in, helping Shaula Pearl rise above her most frightening memories. Within a year, she was no longer stiff and afraid of everything, crammed into a small closet. Also, she found joy. It manifested in such an amazing and unexpected way, it leaves you in awe of the divine power of love and the value of all journeys.

Shaula Pearl glows with spiritual messages, reminding us that all souls deserve their joyful inheritance, that it doesnt matter who we love, but that we love, and that animals are highly respected on the other side. Shaula Pearl knows that now, embracing her self-worth, linking her to the sacredness of her own soul. She claimed her inner-dog goddess.

Also, Geilas own innate psychic abilities flourished. When you connect passionately with a soul who feels hopeless, and you love without conditions, you call in your angels, guides, and even your deceased dogs, with their own brand of enchantment.

Enchanting Shaula Pearl takes you beyond a rescue story, into the realms of spirit, where all things are imaginable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Aug 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504335997

Geila Jones

Geila describes herself as a flash-flood intuitive, connecting with the spirit world without warning. She helps animals claim their right to feel valued and to experience joy. She is also a college instructor. She gives credit for all her creative endeavors to the grace and magic of divine light.

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Prologue to Enchantment

Chapter 1.    Dreams And Journeys

Chapter 2.    Sacred Chocolate

Chapter 3.    Dust Off Your Wings

Chapter 4.    Heart Knowledge

Chapter 5.    Born To Glow

Chapter 6.    The Quiet Fires Of Hope

Chapter 7.    Lush Landscapes Of Grace

Chapter 8.    Fragile Webs

Chapter 9.    Divinely Wired For Joy

Chapter 10.    Jewels Of Light

Chapter 11.    Fears Becoming Flowers

Chapter 12.    Soul Of The Wild Woods

Chapter 13.    Plush Dreams

Chapter 14.    Love Spirited

Chapter 15.    Fabulous And Forever

Epilogue to Enchantment

Dedication

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This book is dedicated to my lovely daughters, Rachael and Wendi,

whom I treasure beyond words, and to the sweet soul of Shaula Pearl,

and to all animal souls who are in need of joyful enchantment.

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Acknowledgements

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I wish to thank Balboa Press, a division of Hay House Publishing, and all those involved in this project, and to Virginia Morell, Barbara Carter, and Mary Wegener, my angel team, who gave me exceptional support and guidance, making my vision of this book manifest.

I would like to offer a special thank you to Louise Hay, founder of Hay House, for her joy inspired visions, providing me and numerous others with a safe place to harvest our dreams and share our journeys.

Also, a warm thank you to Michael Kwiecinski for his passionate dedication to this project and his intuitive and expert skill in preparing the photography for this book. He pulled out the goddess in Shaula Pearl, giving her the courage to pose and show her sweet spirit.

To my granddaughter Jasmyne who inspires me.

To my niece Chelsea, my late night writing buddy.

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Prologue to Enchantment

Flowers are innately inspired to blossom. Rain falls gently, bejeweling spider webs. The rich, luscious colors of Autumn, setting trees on fire, enchant us without effort. The same day has a flip-side, dark and nightmarish, trembling with uncontrollable fear. Shaula Pearl’s day, over and over again, until she was rescued.

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Shaula Pearl’s journey is frightening, flooded with deep fears. At the same time, it glows like the moon, dipped in Divine Light, joyful and passionate by nature. Glow is stronger than fear. She became brave in her own way. It took almost a year with mistakes from the human. She always forgave me, coming out of her closet, but not without boundaries. Abuse left her with painful scars, but they have shrunk significantly. The power of love transcends the most potent healing elixir on this earth, because love is what we are made of.

There is a deep and poetic beauty to life. Too many beautiful souls have no conscious awareness of it. Shaula Pearl was emotionless, mentally numb when I adopted her. By the grace of Divine Light, the seeds of enchantment - love, joy, and hope, took hold with tough roots, linking her to the sacredness of her own soul. I was fortunate. I felt the magic of being alive, since I was a young child, aware of the spiritual realms pouring into my world without warning. It gave me an exuberance for all life, for the gentle beauty of trees, for the wild souls of crows, and the placid composure of toads, plump in their own joy, sitting along the weedy shores of moss lined ponds.

As I grew older, I felt a passionate and persistent hunger to connect with spirit and to increase my perceptions beyond the appearances of this world. I was aware of my guides and angels, encouraging me to be fearless. I felt their amazing presence often and their nagging persistence to stay on track. If you get overly excited about a caterpillar, feel that all moments in life are miraculous, and hot joy throbs through your veins, it can be challenging to hold everything together. As a result, one unsuspecting morning, they shoved me into my current journey, unconcerned about my bliss-challenged mind.

The day that I adopted my sweet girl, the flood gates opened wide, submerging me in the incredible landscape of the spirit world, more than ever. Shaula Pearl stood by me, stiff-legged, afraid to move. Our journey together was divinely inspired and beyond both of our hopes. She found her soul, away from the hell that imprisoned her. I discovered what the word grace meant and how deep the well is that we pull love from, and beyond that, the radiance of the word joy, which I thought I was aware of. If there ever was a physical manifestation of the word joy, exploding out of a soul, it was Shaula Pearl. Late one night, someone with a strong foot, kicked opened a doorway, and she slipped through, claiming who she was. Her life, at that point, changed forever. So did mine.

Shaula Pearl is barely twelve now and one of the most gentlest souls I have ever known. She was six when I brought her home. It was pure chaos that day. She thought I was a monster-human. She had no idea what a house was. The stairs paralyzed her with fear. I had to wrap my arms around her belly and walk her up. I was kindly warned that she might be fear aggressive, capable of attacking me. It did occur to me, half way up the stairs, with a strange noise coming out of her throat. But at the same time, I knew she wouldn’t. Spirit led me to her, and if you can’t trust spirit, who can you trust?

The deal was done. The stars ignited our path. We were on it, two feet and four paws, and there was no turning back. That was my first promise to Shaula Pearl, with many more to come. I would never return her to the shelter. I would enchant her, no matter how long it took. Even when she gutted my favorite chair or ate my fake pussy willows, I didn’t hesitate to remind her that I loved her, but all the dark chocolate in the house was off limits. I would share the milk chocolate. Enchantment flourishes with abundant measures of humor.

Ray Bradbury was on the enchantment plan with his warm wisdom. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. That was the challenge. I had to locate her heart key, deeply embedded in her soul, and then twist it slowly, listening for that click, opening her up to the exquisite loveliness of being alive and loved.

I had help, besides the mood enhancers of chocolate and some child development insights. The elegance and beauty of Divine Light, including my angels, guides, and deceased pets, all rallied to her side. I give them credit for their tireless guidance and encouragement daily, and often, deep into the night, inspiring us both to never give up on each other. By the end of the first year, I wasn’t sure where Shaula Pearl ended and I began. Love melded us together. It holds everything together. Her painful memories still haunt her, but now she has a joy run. Everyone has the right to a joy run.

Her journey has left me gasping for enchantment. Things happened that I will never forget and that buoy my own spirit, daily. Strange and extraordinary events became normal. I offer you everything, the wild and wonderful moments of this journey, plus the more chilling ones, including all of her snuffs and gurgles, her own unique voice, unfolding slowly and delicately, wanting to be heard. She has a lot to say because no one ever listened.

As you read the text of this journey, apply your own words for Divine Light, for God and Goddess, and for the way I describe nature with male or female attributes. Use whatever deity you honor. Divine Light has many names and many paths. He-she is all the energies of this earth and dwells in all souls. Also, when you read the word dog, you can think animal or cat, bird or Guinee pig, whatever feels right.

My words are not as important as the drift of them. Let them connect you to the rich, spiritual soil where we all came from, where Shaula Pearl came from, innocent and trusting. Let them fill you with beautiful thoughts and the gentle wisdom of the earth that whispers to us, telling us what it’s all about. Love. A deep and meaningful relationship with your own soul. A passionate desire to enchant the souls of others. Also, to know that a great and infinite river of joy flows through you. Dive deep. Gulp mouthfuls of it. Scoop it up. Pass it around.

Shaula Pearl is here to herald in a message, so needed now. Love one another. Help and heal all living beings. Enchant when you can. Never give up on yourself or on anyone else. Never stop believing in divine love, for the mere whisper of it travels around the earth, changing the course of storms, moving mountains, opening doorways you thought were closed or never existed - and saving souls.

Love and joy in boundless amounts to all of you,

Geila

CHAPTER ONE

DREAMS AND JOURNEYS

You were made perfectly to be loved.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The darkest night of a soul. Crushing inward. Heart, numb. Body, stiff. Eyes, ghostly. A shadowy stare, afraid to look at the monster. Me. Human. Our first day together. I committed. Love without conditions. I looked like a fool to some. A sucker for a soul. So be it. Geila the Dreamer.

We will be friends until forever, just you wait and see. Winnie the Pooh.

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Five years ago, my life changed. Nobody was aware of it until my home began to look different. Chunks of things, scattered on the carpet. Objects of art, stuffed into a closet. A bagel, half eaten, slightly green, under a sofa pillow. My gray carpet was morphing into a non-descript color, muddy like. As a result, it was covered with a wide assortment of throw blankets, including a beach towel covering exposed foam, bulging out of an arm chair. At the end of the first year, it was fair to say, that my décor was no longer candles and beach rocks with a touch of modified Goth. It was classic Shaula Pearl.

I embraced our journey together with quiet gushes of joy, because noise scared her. I was hopeful about all possible enchanted outcomes, but conscious of the polarities of life, I was ready for anything. With the humor and charm of divine intervention, I had a spiritual support team that made all the difference, tempering the heart hammering moments, substantial gulps of air and rising anxiety when I was out of chocolate.

When you find your path, it brings you the strength of a tiger, running in perfect symmetry through a forest. You dodge the brambles and the twisted roots of trees. Even so, there are days that are difficult to swallow, when you step on something unpleasant, or you discover your mattress gutted with a large piece of foam wedged in a flower vase. You don’t question how or why. You forgive instantly, aware that enchantment is delicate and needs a continuous source of fuel. It runs exclusively on love and joy and your ability to grin. Practice.

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Looking out of my bedroom window, in front of my writing desk, I see a very small cut of the world, framed. No matter how limited the view, it is the physical manifestation of a mind, luminous and divine. I see black, glossy crows with glints of auburn on their wings and orangey brown leaves, pirouetting down the street in a light gust of wind. To the left of my window, there is a large magnolia tree with creamy white flowers in full bloom – the simplicity of nature in all its grandeur.

Not every soul has a pleasant view. The sweet face of an animal, peering at you from out a window, lined with velvet drapes and gold cords, appears to be living an enchanted life. The deceptions of this physical world are enormous. He has nothing. Fear chokeholds the day. He waits for the kick in his side. The punch on his face.

Shaula Pearl has shattered some of the most attractive illusions, exposing the real treasures of our lives, all love-fashioned. She has shown me joy, wild and explosive. She has trusted me with her fears, making me highly conscious of what it means to care for another soul. She has taught me the power of words, more than ever. They can inflict deep cuts for a lifetime. They can flood the earth with torrential downpours of love energy, of divine energy that all souls are made of. New mantras arose overnight – the first one being window inspired. All creatures, walking on the divine soil of this earth, are worthy of a window with a lovely view, a safe home, and to feel the undercurrent of joy, spliced into every moment – and if it moves them, dream of sweet honey baked into their dog biscuits.

Shaula Pearl has a view now, devoid of bars. She has heat in the morning and a warm bed at night. She doesn’t live in the nightmare anymore of her previous residence, but she has nightmares. Her memories won’t leave her alone entirely. She has something to say about it, in her pre-enchanted existence. I saw nothing, even if my eyes were open. The stars above my cage, with the scent of death around me, went unnoticed. In my world, there was only danger and decay, and there was no way out. I felt dead and so did the other dogs, packed tightly against my body, heaving and panting. I was afraid to breathe. I slept with my eyes open. I was never safe.

This was Shaula Pearl’s home, or better said, her hell house. In the wildest stretch of the imagination, she was one of the more fortunate ones. Numerous dogs, where she lived, were dead and stuffed into buckets or lying on the ground, withered and cold as stone. Many of the dogs were injured, hiding under wheelbarrows or in boxes. A few hundred animals were taken from an animal hoarder, five years ago, with people going home crying, because they couldn’t rescue all of them in one day.

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This world is a huge womb, birthing our thoughts and dreams. She takes care of us, nourishing us daily with her divine gifts, made for all souls, and some of them very personal - heat and water, sunlight and moonlight, milk chocolate fudge or dark chocolate fondue, plus a deluge of experiences, many of them joyful, feeding the cravings of our own unique souls. At the same time, segments of our lives can be soul shredding. I collapsed in bed, thinking about all this, after my first non-enchanted week with Shaula Pearl, who had crammed herself into the back corner of a closet, stiff as wood. I felt a sadness about the way things were. Life should glow like a prism, rotating around us, dancing with us, chanting our names, filling us with moments of great luminosity at all times. Despite my personal feelings, it doesn’t quite happen that way. Still, I trusted in the divinity of journeys, as harsh and frightening as they can be.

Sleep was in some other realm. It was painful to breathe, only because I could feel her fear, bleeding outward. Most likely, she was feeling me, also. I didn’t want her to sense anything negative, so I did something a little odd, if only to relax. I stared at the ceiling. Small dots of light, flashing in hues of blues and greens and some silver, swirled overhead in random patterns. I had seen them since I was a young child, creating images of my dolls and stuffed animals, waving at me in mid-air. I have a friend who sees rocket ships, so maybe it’s not so unusual.

There is research on dots in the dark. A physical phenomenon is a good explanation. The eye itself creates images when there is no light. It makes sense, but if you were born with a magical mind, you feel differently about many things. To me, they are the loving presence of angels and the playful energy of fairies. At the very least, they are manifestations of my own mind, flashing with inspiration. I would need them all. The coming months would prove to be some of the most exhausting and challenging moments of my life, but also the most inspiring.

Shaula Pearl had no awareness of the waves of joy, churning around the corners of the universe, flowing her way. For the moment, she was stuck in a place where darkness was comforting. The closet, in the small bedroom, was her rabbit hole. Where she was hiding, she couldn’t see me, but she knew I was close. She didn’t trust me and wanted me to go away. She didn’t care if I was dead or alive. I didn’t blame her. I was human. Human was scary.

The dots weren’t helping any. It was hard to enjoy them when the sweet soul in the next room was in a bad place mentally. I was in a weird place, knowing that my next move didn’t make any sense. My left foot was dangling precariously off the mattress. I moved it quickly. The nameless thing that was staring at it, almost ate it. Irrational fears have power, similar to memories, that play repeatedly in your mind, clinging to you like the jaws of a bull snake. My lovely dog was haunted by real and monstrous things in the physical world, nothing ghostly. A shadow of someone approaching. The sound of a door shutting. Keys jangling. The snap of a lock opening. They didn’t issue a threat in my home, but they were alive and sneering at her inside her head, telling her that she was hopeless, a fool to believe that she was safe. I swore to the ceiling that I would smother her memories with enchantment, as much as possible.

I whispered a promise. She heard me. I will make it better. I won’t give up on you. You will claim your power, the magic of your soul, and the joy of being loved. You are beautiful, and you will feel it.

The dots must have agreed. They sparkled like fireflies. Seconds later, a gentle wash of white light flowed through me. It felt warm and delicious and inspiring, like hot chocolate chip cookies. I felt incredibly hopeful. There was more to it. It left me with a reminder. It wasn’t about me or the gas bill or my hair color that wasn’t working. It was all about love and taking care of each other - humans and animals and the wildflowers growing in my yard, excusing my dry dirt, begging for a spray of water.

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For the next few months, the ordinary sounds of the evening, the hum of the heater or the ice machine gurgling, were overpowered by strange and unsettling noises, deep into the night. Shaula Pearl was a nocturnal creature, coming