The Voice: A Story of Intuition

By Glory Brown

This is a story of survival and making it through lifes trials. While it has been and continues to be a journey, the way things line up throughout life is only a sure testimony of Gods miraculous ways and grace. Life always has mountains and valleys, but you must learn how to listen to the spirit that dwells within. The Voice within will guide you through everythingevery little decision you make.

Everything Ive accomplished came through The Voice. I kept the joy through it all by being in touch with The Voicethe God within me. I want to be able to share even just one word to help somebody, one word to heal somebody, and one word to show somebody that if I can make it, anyone can.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jun 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504327534

Glory Brown

Glory Brown is a breakout author who has taken her big leap in to the literary world with her first published book, “The Voice: A Story of Intuition.”  Glory Brown was born in 1945 on the beautiful island of Jamaica.  To ease the family burden, she was sent to the other side of the country to live with an uncle when she was twelve, and then she moved to England.  Years later, striving to make a better life for herself and her children, she escaped from England to America with almost literally a dollar and a dream.    She went from feeling unwanted, uneducated and defeated, to being filled with family, love and abundance; her story needed to be told as an inspiration to the world.  She believes that if you trust in God, the great I Am, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

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The

Voice:

A Story of Intuition

GLORY BROWN

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-2752-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-2754-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-2753-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015908924

Balboa Press rev. date: 6/3/2015

Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Chapter 1 The Beginning

Chapter 2 For Better Or Worse

Chapter 3 The Journey

Chapter 4 The Destination

Chapter 5 Chateau De Glory

Chapter 6 Dream Chaser

Chapter 7 The Revolving Door Of Tenancy

Chapter 8 Trying Times

Chapter 9 Full Circle Of Faith

Acknowledgments

As a first-time author, writing this book was a very emotional journey for me. I would like to thank those who have helped me in the process and all along the way to ensure that my vision would be fulfilled.

I would like to thank my oldest granddaughter for helping me write this book and get it published and for her patience and support through my high-anxiety moments.

Thank you to my sister, for all of her dedication, time and work while helping fill in the gaps and make this a complete story.

Thank you to my three daughters and my only living brother for their support, encouragement and guidance through this process. If my mind fell short remembering some moments in time, they were always there to help bring it all together.

I would like to thank Mum and Daddy and so many others who have served as spirit guides through this journey. Thanks to Reverend Ike, who has been one of my lifelong spiritual teachers and to God and The Voice within, which has never left my side.

Introduction

This is my story, this is my song. Praising my savior all the day long.¹

My name is Glory. Glory Brown. I was born in a small country town in the beautiful West Indies. I am the third of seven children. There were five boys and two girls: Lyndon, Patrick, Oliver, Brendon, Lynn and Joel. Brendon and Lyndon both died as babies. My mother’s name was Edna—Mum to me. My father’s name was Euriah, but I called him Daddy. I was a very sheltered child. In fact, my sheltered childhood is probably what led to me becoming a naïve young adult.

My first experience with God was when I was a child. I loved to walk in the woods by myself, watching the birds and listening to them sing and chirp. That’s when I knew there was a God. I always had a strong intuition and the ability to sense when something was going on. As a little girl, I used to love to hear my mother pray and sing. My mother had a beautiful voice. She sang in the choir and was the first person who made me dream of being a singer.

Life growing up in the Caribbean in the forties was not always easy, and many people did whatever they needed to do to survive. While families were known to be close, parents often lived apart for a period of time, sometimes in different countries, all in pursuit of better economic opportunities for everyone. Many times, children were also sent to live with their grandparents or other close relatives in order to help ease the burden. In certain circumstances, children were sometimes sent away to school to receive a better education.

While it has been, and continues to be a journey, the way things have lined up throughout my life has only been a proven testimony of God’s miraculous ways and grace. I’ve learned that life always has mountains and valleys, and the lesson through it all is knowing how to listen to the inner spirit that dwells within.

Through it all, The Voice within guided me in everything I did and all the decisions I made. Everything I’ve accomplished came through The Voice. I kept the joy through it all by being in touch with The Voice and God within me. This is a story of survival and making it through the trials. I want to be able to share one word to help somebody, one word to heal somebody, and one word to show somebody that if I can make it, anyone can.

CHAPTER 1

The Beginning

As a child, I was very sensitive and I would internalize other people’s feelings. My father would travel often to America to supplement the family income by doing farm work. While my mother was left to take care of all the children, she also did farm work to make extra money for the family by planting carrots, thyme, onions and peanuts. She also raised chickens, pigs, goats and cows on the fourteen acres of land we lived on. My mother had it very hard caring for us alone, but she did what she had to do in order to make sure we were always provided for.

During the day, my mother would be on the farm while my paternal grandmother and my cousin would help take care of us. My paternal grandmother lived down the hill from us, but my maternal grandmother lived about two and a half hours away.

Both of my grandmothers were very nice and always looked out for the grandchildren. When my grandmother would go to the market, we would wait for her in anticipation, knowing she would always bring back something nice. My paternal grandfather died before I was born, and my maternal grandfather was not the most affectionate man. He died when I was very young. I came from a large family. In addition to my five brothers and sister, I had at least six aunts and six uncles with lots and lots of cousins.

Brotherly Love

I never had a chance to meet my oldest brother. Lyndon was the firstborn son, but he died as a baby. In those days, it was not looked upon well to live together out of wedlock, let alone have children. Even though Mum and Daddy were still together in a relationship, they lived separately and in different districts. They got married and moved in together before Patrick was born.

Lyndon often stayed with Daddy and his family on the weekends, and during one of those weekends, tragedy struck. Daddy’s sister, Aunt Leanne, was making milk for Lyndon before bedtime and placed a cup of hot water on the table. She turned to get the powdered milk out of the cabinet, and before she knew it, Lyndon pulled the cup of water off the table and spilled it all over himself, burning his skin. This was long before the days of calling 911 and having an ambulance come to your house for an emergency, so they picked him up and walked two miles to the doctor. He died on the way back to Daddy’s house. Mum never saw her first child alive again, and Aunt Leanne was never able to live with the guilt of this happening under her care.

This was not the only tragic loss our family would see. My younger brother Brendon also died when he was about eight months old. Brendon had not been feeling too well and spent the whole night crying, but no one knew what was wrong. The next morning, Mum gave him a bath and sat him outside in his cradle on the veranda for some fresh air with Patrick, Oliver and me. She asked us to keep an eye on him, and out of nowhere, white foam built up and came out of his mouth.

We called Mum outside so she could see what was happening. She took one