The Time When Time No Longer Matters Continues

By N/A

Kindness, respect, and compassion permeate this story as the exploration of human potential continues through the friendships of the main characters and in their connections with the beloved departed: the long-deceased Aunt May and recently passed David McNabb. Through these heartfelt exchanges, the reality that there is more becomes evident.
After an unfortunate and inexplicable incident occurs at a cherished setting called Mertons Cove, new characters from the scientific community, along with an unusually gifted park ranger and an amiable police chief, enrich the story, bringing excitement and hope to all involved.
Coming together from many different walks of life, this cast of characters blend their areas of expertise as they discover the validity of existential communication with those in this life and beyond, as well as humankinds potential for personally and collectively directing energy that is capable of assisting and healing others, including the remarkable life being, Earth.
By engaging with this fascinating tale, your awareness of who you really are is profoundly expanded.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781504394390

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I am a Father of two children from Sydney, Australia, who loves to write. I was inspired by my two children to write In the Fairy Garden, to encourage them to be kind and caring towards all creatures great and small.

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Contents

Book Two

Introduction

Acknowledgement

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Book Three

Introduction

Acknowledgement

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

OTHER BOOKS

The Time When Time No Longer Matters

2016

The Book of Ages

2016

Messages From Within:

A Time for Hope

2011

Messages From The Light:

Inspirational Guidance for

Light Workers, Healers, and

Spiritual Seekers

2008

THE TIME

WHEN TIME

NO LONGER

MATTERS

CONTINUES

Presented by

CLAUDIA

The Center for Peaceful Transitions

Book Two

Introduction

T he time will come when time no longer matters; however, when that time comes, it will not matter to those who already exist without time. Those who continue to perceive time as a matter of relevance after time’s passing will indeed experience a time of unrest, but when all is said and done, time without time will be equally as pleasing as was time when time mattered. Open your hearts, Dear Reader, to the truth about time. Time with time was a remarkable time and time without time will be remarkable as well.

Those who exist without time as a relevant factor in their existence will not find the passing of time extraordinary; however, those who enjoy time as a companion in their existence will find the absence of time out of the ordinary. Time, as it was known before the existence of time, was a time worthy of experiencing, as was the time experienced with time, but of all the times most pleasurable in all the times that have come and gone, the time that matters most of all is the time of the present. What once was, mattered, what is yet to be will matter, but what is most significant of all that ever was or ever will be is the present moment of time.

The time before time existed was an exceptional time in existence, as was the time when time entered into existence. Time before time was good, time with time was good, and time after time passes will be good as well. Such is the truth about the existence of time’s passing.

Acknowledgement

D ear Readers, you are extended an invitation to experience an act of generosity. As a reader of The Time When Time No Longer Matters… series, you are both a participant in and recipient of an unfolding act of generosity that was conceived long ago and which is now presented to the peoples of Earth on behalf of the peoples of Earth.

If this sounds odd, trust your intuition, because it is indeed an unusual invitation, and yet, it is without question the most important invitation you may ever receive. You are invited and encouraged to accept this book as the gift it was and is intended to be, and you are asked to involve yourself in this material because it has the potential for changing not only your life, but also every life upon this beautiful planet. Dear Reader, as I received the previous statement, I questioned whether presenting it as it was heard was a wise action to take. After all, it is a rather ambitious statement, if not, grandiose, and yet, it is a statement delivered with sincerity and hopefulness.

You are invited, Dear Reader, to read this book with similar intentions. With hopeful curiosity and a discerning heart sincerely engage with this so-called fictional tale, for more resides within these pages than an initial glance or a quick skim over can reveal. Approach each page with an open heart, a quiet mind, and a sense of gratitude for what has been prepared on your behalf. Indeed, this book with its unusual title was prepared for you and all the peoples of this planet, and now, it is brought forward because you have reached a level of maturity and readiness to know the truth of your beginnings.

The Time When Time No Longer Matters…series was conceived longer ago than any of today can imagine, and yet, its message is pertinent and timely. These books are an intricate part of an act of generosity presented to the people of Earth, which offers possibilities for solutions to the global issues that now must be faced both individually and collectively. Please delve into this next book of the series that was intentionally and purposefully developed on your behalf and learn how you too can be a participant in an act of generosity that is capable of creating peace on Earth.

Chapter One

E mily Powers, sitting quietly on the back porch in her favorite white wicker chair, waited patiently for the sweet moment when the sun would rise and peak over the horizon to greet all who were in attendance. Emily rarely missed an opportunity to experience the breaking of a new day. It is an event worthy of everyone’s attention, she thought to herself, while recognizing that few followed the sun with the same avid devotion, as did she. Emily’s Aunt May was responsible for this daily ritual. A smile gently emerged from within as she remembered her dear aunt’s insistent manner. Decades before when Emily was still just a little one, Aunt May had declared, You must rise early to show proper respect for the grand ascension! And that was the beginning of a lifelong tradition, for which Emily is exceedingly grateful. Grateful for her Aunt May, grateful for the never-ending rising sun, and grateful for a life that is unquestionably a blessing.

Emily’s normal routine of meeting the sun on the trail to Merton’s Cove had been interrupted earlier this morning because of a rather unusual experience. Mrs. John Powers had overslept. Surprised by this uncommon turn of events, she rose hurriedly with great intentions of racing out to the trailhead and keeping her appointment with Master Sun. And then without any announcement or fanfare, another peculiar experience overwhelmed Emily. I am too tired to get dressed, much less to attempt a race with the rising sun. And so, she donned her ancient, but delightfully comfortable blue chenille robe and quietly exited the bedroom. The aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen immediately drew her in that direction. Entering the small breakfast nook, Emily marveled at the preparations lovingly made the evening before by her dear, sweet husband. Two beautifully arranged place settings, accompanied by all the morning necessities, adorned the small table situated in front of the window overlooking their backyard garden. John’s thoughtfulness is growing exponentially. When does he manage these kindnesses? And how did he know to set the coffee timer so early this morning? Knowing this would inspire an interesting conversation later; she simply accepted John’s good nature with gratitude, as she poured herself a freshly brewed cup of hazelnut crème coffee.

And here I am, Emily admitted silently. My Friends, please forgive my manners. It seems my good intentions did not serve this morning. Please join me, if you are able. Although, we are not at water’s edge, the view is quite lovely and I believe Friend Sun will recognize our presence.

Emily required no response to her invitation; she simply knew she was not alone. Looking out toward the horizon, the first sparks of sunlight broke through a range of low-lying clouds accentuating their beauty with an array of colors too glorious to describe.

So here we are, came a sigh from a familiar voice, in the company of Dear Old Friends.

Yes, Emily replied aloud. What a joyous way to begin the day! Time passed as the sunrise gained momentum rendering one spectacular masterpiece after another. As Emily witnessed the ever-changing canvas before her, she wondered how many other viewers were enjoying this precious moment in time. What a blessing this is, she voiced within.

Yes, replied the other.

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Emily, Dear, what a surprise, Mr. Powers spoke with delight in his heart. My goodness, I think this may be a first. Can’t ever remember you greeting Master Sun from the porch. Concern overtook John’s demeanor as he quickly assessed the situation. His Beloved was still in her robe. Obviously, she had not taken her morning walk, nor did it appear that she had frequented her Sacred Space. Something was amiss. Are you feeling well, Dear?

Emily rose slowly, stood atop her toes, and gave her Beloved a morning kiss. The assertion of this age-old relational tradition calmed John’s worry a bit, but he still wanted more information, which was undoubtedly revealed by his inquisitive look.

Oh, not to worry, Dear, his wife responded. I’m discombobulated this morning. Just out of sorts, I guess. Emily motioned John to sit with her on the wicker settee, which also provided a lovely view of their garden. But I made the best of my wayward ways. At least it seems so, and incidentally, your coffee selection helped! I’m sure of it! The smell was so tantalizing when I came out of the bedroom that I couldn’t resist it. Emily pointed to the empty cup still sitting beside her preferred chair. The hazelnut crème is absolutely my all-time favorite. John couldn’t help chuckling at this remark.

No matter what I prepare, he giggled, "you always proclaim it is your absolute all-time favorite.

Well, it’s true! laughed Emily. Perhaps, it just the way you brew it, Dear. Since entering into retirement, you have become a true barista. John rolled his eyes at this remark, but before he could respond, Emily continued, And John, thank you so much for your thoughtfulness. You take such good care of me that it’s a bit embarrassing. When do you manage these wonderful acts of generosity? I don’t even know when you accomplish these selfless deeds.

Emily, please! You’re the one who has watched over me for decades. You managed everything on the home front while I focused on my career. And because of my own self-centeredness, I will probably never know how much you sacrificed on my behalf over all these years. I am so grateful, Em. And I’m sorry it’s taken me such a long time to realize how much you’ve done to make our lives so wonderful. We are truly blessed Emily, and you are responsible for much of our blessings. I’m very grateful. Grateful for everything you’ve done…and grateful I am finally recognizing your many contributions that enriched our manner of life. Leaning over to his Beloved, John gently kissed Emily and then tightly held her close. And I’m grateful for everything presently unfolding, Emily. We are living the most incredible adventure. I’ve never felt so alive before.

Her husband’s enthusiasm served to enliven Emily’s spirits. A smile spread across her face as a tiny tear glistened in the corner of her left eye. We are having the most delightful time, aren’t we John? I believe we are experiencing what is referred to as a New Beginning! It’s rather exciting.

Yes, it is, agreed John, and to be perfectly honest Em, I cannot wait to see where this adventure takes us. Pausing very briefly, Mr. Powers took his Beloved’s small hands in his. I’m open to whatever happens Dear, as long as we are always holding hands along the way. What a lovely gesture, Emily thought to herself, and before the sweet thought had even faded, she found herself accepting an invitation from John to join him in the kitchen. Her husband of many decades clearly had a plan for their morning meal and she politely made herself at home in front of the window as was instructed. May I assist you, John? Emily knew her offer would be declined, but it was a question that demanded gracious articulation. For someone of their age, it was just good manners.

As John quickly bustled about, Emily admired his handiwork. She quietly appreciated his eye for detail noticing the precise placement of silverware and china dishes atop beautifully hand embroidered placemats and matching napkins that Aunt May had given them as a wedding present many years before. When did he do this, she wondered. And how could he manage this without me noticing? John, is this a special occasion? You’ve really outdone yourself, Dear. The table looks absolutely wonderful. Emily’s question seemed to distract her husband for a moment, but then, as was often the case, he recovered nicely.

Every day we share is a special occasion, John lovingly responded to the love of his life. As he poured Emily a fresh cup of coffee, he continued answering her question. I cannot believe our good fortune. Why are we so blessed? We have each other. We have wonderful friends. And now we have this new world opening up to us. Why? The retired professor shook his head in wonderment. Perhaps, the easy answer is to simply say, why not? But quite frankly, such a response doesn’t seem to honor the question. Maybe, it really isn’t necessary to know the answer to the ‘why’ question; nevertheless, I will continue to ponder it, as I live in gratitude for every day we have together. Every day is a special occasion, Em! Thank you for loving me.

Oh, John, thank you for loving me. I cannot imagine life without you, don’t even want to try. And you’re right! Every day we share together is a special occasion. It’s such a gift to know that you are loved, Emily spoke in a whisper. The two old friends sat quietly for a moment, basking in their love for one another. When the oven timer sounded, their individual reveries were disturbed and with the opening of the oven door, their olfactory senses went wild. Oh my, Emily giggled with near-uncontrollable excitement as the titillating aroma heralded the readiness of orange cranberry muffins.

Yummy noises overtook the previous conversation as the elder couple indulged their morning appetites. Both knew more conversation awaited them, but for the moment, they feasted. The first bite demanded a second and as each savored John’s culinary masterpiece, they simultaneously whispered, Why must these treats disappear so quickly? The concurrently expressed comment brought a round of laughter to the table, but each knew the incident was more than mere coincidence, and yet, neither needed to articulate this reality. They simply knew an experience of importance had just transpired.

Hello! a familiar voice was heard followed by the friendly face, which was seen scurrying towards the back door. Good morning, you two! May I let myself in?

Yes, of course, both immediately responded, as John scooted to the back porch to welcome their neighbor and Dear Friend, Anne McNabb. Good morning! You’re just in time for a delicious muffin. Do join us! Emily was deeply impressed with John’s ever-expanding social graces. He’s living into a new role. John is becoming a gracious, sophisticated host. Greetings and hugs were exchanged as Anne joined the morning confab.

What’s on your agenda today, Anne? Do tell us everything! Emily jokingly quizzed her friend, confident that Anne would be up to something. She always is! Anne is a woman of many talents and extreme curiosity, which makes her a joy to be around. Their friendship had carried them through a lifetime of shared experiences, including the relatively recent death of Anne’s husband David. Truth be known, the McNabbs and the Powers are Families of Choice.

Well actually, I just wanted to know more about the incident out at Merton’s Cove. The news is very vague, almost mysterious. Thought you may have learned something on your walk this morning. The Powers’ blank looks quickly informed Anne that her friends had heard nothing about the event reported on the early morning news.

We have no idea. Emily, looking puzzled, asked Anne for more details, Has there been an accident? Was anyone hurt? Even as Emily bombarded her friend with questions, she knew it was a waste of time. Obviously, Anne was seeking information from them, which they didn’t have, so the questions at this point were unanswerable.

Everything happens for a reason, asserted John looking at his spouse. Perhaps, this is why your morning unfolded the way it did. Maybe you were not intended to be on the trail. John’s comments gave Emily pause and aroused more questions for Anne, but for the moment, everyone sat in silence. Thoughts were abundant as each old friend meandered about in the chambers of their respective minds.

Emily broke the silence. Anne, do you know if the trail is open?

No, I don’t. The film that was shown on the news was taken from a distance, so it was impossible to figure out what was going on, but there definitely were a number of people out towards the cove. I don’t remember them advising people to stay away.

Well then, it’s time for me to get dressed. With a deep breath, Emily sat up straight. Looking determined as she repositioned herself at the edge of her chair, she asked, Who wants to join me?

I’m in, declared Anne.

You’re not going without me! John announced.

Great! I need 15 minutes to get myself pulled together. Does that work for you two? Positive responses indicated that Emily’s time frame was acceptable and each went in their own direction to make ready for the walk to Merton’s Cove. Emily, who was the least ready, was the first to be out the door. Eager to see what was transpiring at her favorite place, she had to rein herself in to wait for her companions.

Patience, Emily, came a very familiar voice. "It appears your energy has returned. Have compassion for your friends, Dear One.

Good Morning, Aunt May, Emily greeted her deceased aunt. Do you know what’s going on at the cove? Before Emily’s revered aunt could answer, both Anne and John arrived.

Are you talking with Aunt May? asked Anne. Emily acknowledged she was and Anne immediately fired another question. May, Dear, do you know what’s going on at the cove? John, who remained silent, was equally curious to hear what his wife’s aunt had to say. To an outsider, this interaction, if overheard, might have seemed extremely odd; however, to these old friends, it was simply accepted as the norm. Even though the event of Aunt May’s passing had occurred over 30 years earlier, the special relationship that existed between Emily and her aunt never ended. In truth, the two of them continue to communicate with one another to this day. Emily’s most trusted friends are privy to this information and never doubted the veracity of this unique relationship. And now after all these years and much to everyone’s surprise, several of Emily’s friends also are involved in communication with the long gone favorite aunt.

Excuse my impertinence, Aunt May. My curiosity has usurped good manners. Hope you are doing well! One could not help but love Anne’s boisterous nature, and a better friend, one could never find. Anne is one of the reasons why John and Emily feel so fortunate. She is a gift to them and to many others. And she is a joy to be with!

As the trio headed out towards the trailhead, Emily reassured Anne that no faux pas had been made. Not to worry, Anne. I just asked the same question before you two arrived. So what about it, Aunt May? Can you tell us what is going on? After the questions were posed, the three friends fell silent. Although Emily’s listening skills were finely tuned, John and Anne’s were still relatively new and demanded more intentionality. They walked several blocks without a word before Emily broke the silence. Pardon me, Friends, but we have a visitor up ahead. As the threesome approached the seaside-walking trail, they were surprised to find a uniformed National Park Ranger posted at the entryway. Handsome and well built, the young ranger, exuding confidence, spoke with authority.

Good morning, ladies! and then making direct eye contact with John, he added, Sir! I need to inform you the trail is only partially open this morning. You are welcome to enter, but please do not go beyond the marked barriers.

How far in can we go? John inquired.

About a mile and a half, and then you’ll need to turn around. It’s still a nice walk; you’ll enjoy it!

Yes, we know, Emily piped up. We walk this trail everyday. What’s happened up ahead? Can you tell us? The ranger, whose nametag identified him as Dustin Waters, looked somber and paused before he replied.

Well, to be perfectly honest with you ma’am, I really do not know what has happened. I was pulled from upstate early this morning and told to monitor this location. Sorry, I have no information to provide. The young ranger was obviously telling the truth. Clearly his assignment was to guard the entryway, but he knew no more about the situation than the elder friends.

Well then, we will just say thank you, Mr. Waters, for helping out our community, and we will see you again when we return. John’s manners were so gracious you actually could see relief wash over the younger man’s face. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the walkers headed down the trail.

This feels very strange, Anne remarked. What’s the big secret? Doesn’t it feel like we are in some old Twilight Zone type of experience? Anne, mimicking the old television series famous soundtrack, got a laugh from both her companions. But her point was well taken. The situation did seem unnecessarily mysterious. Should we try to contact Aunt May again? Our intentions were sidetracked by that good-looking park ranger.

Before Emily could respond, John chimed in with his preference. You know I really would like to just walk in silence again. If Aunt May wants to connect with us, she will. Either way, I think this situation behooves us to be quiet and alert. John’s suggestion appealed to both his companions and they proceeded without outward conversation.

Aunt May, I don’t know if you can or if it’s appropriate for you to respond at this point, but I am curious about what is happening. And I must admit your perspective is desired. Emily’s train of thought stopped and then went in another direction as she continued with her inner commentary. Wish Vandee Vandegard was here. It would be very interesting to know what her fine antenna could perceive. Sorry, Aunt May, but my mind is whirlwind today. I’ll hush now.

John was right, Dear Heart. You were not intended to be on the trail this morning. There are no coincidences. Please do not fret about the unfolding circumstances. More information will be provided, as it is necessary. At this point, just know that all is well, and you and your companions, both in human form and other forms, are all safe.

Uncertain if Aunt May was still available or not, Emily quickly interjected a couple of questions just in case. Have John and Anne heard your communiqué, Aunt May? If not, should I share this with them?

Ask your Beloved Husband and dear friend what they have heard? And then, be the spiritual guide you are intended to be. With that remark, Emily knew her aunt had signed off. She walked on a bit more trying to assess when it was appropriate to break the silence.

May I speak? she quietly began. Receiving confirmation from both Anne and John, she did so. I’m curious, she declared excitedly, have you heard the communication with Aunt May?

Yes! their answers came simultaneously. Beaming, the threesome joined in a sweet arm-in-arm embrace as they continued along the trail. Anne, unable to contain her exuberance, initiated more conversation. I heard Aunt May’s reassurances, but nothing else. Is that what you heard as well, Emily? Nodding in response, Emily wondered what it meant to be a spiritual guide. How am I to behave? Can I really serve in this way? Insecurities and feelings of inadequacy welled up within her. What am I to say or do?

In response to the Emily’s inner queries, John lovingly and silently offered encouragement, Emily, just be you! Nothing more is necessary! Just be you!

Agreed! chimed in Anne. Well spoken John! Emily, Dear Friend, please don’t ever feel as if you must be more than you already are, because you are absolutely divine just as you are. And please forgive me for always looking towards you for guidance, but I am just so eager to move forward. I hope you don’t ever feel pressured by my overzealousness. You know how I am! Rather childlike with my enthusiasm at times. Please just know I am deeply grateful for your leadership. Anne’s words achieved what she desired. Emily was relieved by her comforting reassurances.

Thank you both, she sighed. I’m so impressed by both of you. John, your telepathic response to my inner thoughts was stunning and your words very reassuring. And Anne, you heard the exchange as well. This is wonderful! We’re doing it, my friends! We are actually communicating more and more in the same way that Aunt May and I have done for decades. I’m proud of you, and us! And I am so grateful. Together, we are going to advance rapidly! I just wish the Hardings and Vandee were with us now. It would be a great opportunity for all of us to share this experience. The thought of these favorite friends satisfied everyone.

As they continued down the seaside path, John admitted his excitement and curiosity were uncontrollable. I want answers now! he declared laughing at himself. Patience has been lost to selfish desire and good manners are quickly deserting me, as well. I may just hurdle those barriers the ranger told us about. After all, this is public property, and we are the public; hence, we have a right to know what is going on. John’s feistiness tickled his feminine companions, who also enjoyed the image of athletically jumping the barriers and bravely marching out to the trail’s end.

And then, the barriers loomed in the distance. Oh, my, whispered Emily. That’s a bit excessive, don’t you agree? For goodness sake, what is going on? As they neared the stand of barriers, earlier visions of youthful agility faded. As the three old friends stood side by side, John expressed the obvious.

Well, they, whoever they are, definitely are serious about prohibiting any further passage. This certainly rouses one’s curiosity, doesn’t it?

And concern, added Anne.

Okay, I have a suggestion, Emily announced. Rather than allowing our minds to run away with themselves, let’s take positive action. This comment received nods of assent from John and Anne, who were both witnessing their already overactive minds accelerating. Pointing to an area just off the trail that particularly emanated nature’s gracious hospitality, Emily elaborated upon her idea. Over there, we will each find a suitable rock to settle upon. As they pursued the ideal sitting stone, Emily explained her plan. Okay, let’s get ourselves comfortable so we can practice merging our energies. The purpose of this endeavor is to increase our potential for accessing information about the mystery occurring out on the cove. Are you with me?

I’m with you, Emily, affirmed Anne, but can you offer a bit more instruction.

Oh, it’s easy, Dear. We’ll begin with what we all know how to do. We will sit…and move into the silence. Then, I’ll take the lead for a moment and assist both of you in playing with your energies. That’s all we are going to do…we are going to play with moving, blending, and manipulating our energy fields. I can assure you this will be much easier than our earlier notions of hurdling the barriers. Chuckles and embarrassed grins were shared acknowledging Emily’s remark. This is a great exercise and apparently apropos for the occasion. So let’s just have some fun! We will first go silent and then we will practice expanding our energy fields and see what happens. Just be open to whatever you may hear, see, sense, and intuit.

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A passage from

The Book of Joy

(Part I, Chapter One)

Welcome! You are invited to participate in an act of generosity. This invitation is extended to you and those of similar nature who seek peace within and peace with others. As you read the pages that follow, allow your heart to open and simply ‘be’ with this vitally important initial step of becoming an individual who naturally lives and flows with the ever existing abundance of joyful energy. As you experience openheartedness and the resultant wonder of joy, the correlation existing between these two states of being will become increasingly self-evident. Before embarking upon our search for joy, let us presume with absolute certainty that it does indeed exist, because the simple truth is this. Joy does exist!

Up ahead, Melissa Vandegard noticed a rather robust energy field radiating from a small group of people whom she could not identify from her present position. The energy composition of these folks appeared familiar to her; however, it was operating very differently than she was accustomed to seeing. Vandee, as she is called by her friends, hastened her pace. Although, she was eager to discover what was going on at the cove, Vandee preferred the company of friends as she pursued this quest, and intuition, combined with her unique visual skills, indicated that good friends were indeed about a quarter of a mile ahead of her. Fortunately, they seemed to be moving rather slowly or she was advancing much more rapidly than she was aware. As the distance narrowed, she realized her friends were actually not moving at all. She quietly approached, but stopped short so as not to interrupt their energy mixture. These guys are doing some excellent work, she acknowledged inwardly. I’ll wait until they complete this exercise. Emily, you are a marvelous teacher!

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Evelyn, have you heard the news? Assuming her husband’s phone call was important, Mrs. Harding immediately moved over to the edge of the sidewalk so as not to block the traffic flow of walkers.

No, I haven’t dear. But I can tell from the sound of your voice that something is up. Tell me, what’s going on? Gene Harding quickly recited the mysterious news report to his wife. He apologized for not having more information to share, and then encouraged her to come home so they could take a walk out to the cove.

If you don’t mind, Evelyn, I really want to go out there and see what’s happening. And I prefer that you join me, if you will. His wife, who was equally curious, quickly turned around and headed for the car. The drive home took only a few minutes. Gene had Evelyn’s walking shoes in hand as she entered the front door, and with a quick slipping off of one pair and lacing up the other, they were out the door headed for the trailhead.

A quick visit with the park ranger revealed no new information, so they hurriedly continued along their favorite walk. We are so blessed to have this gorgeous trail, Evelyn asserted knowing full well her husband agreed with the obvious.

Yes, he nodded. Just one of many reasons for which we have to be grateful. The two walked hand-in-hand in full awareness their lives were filled with blessings. And the greatest blessing of all was their awareness of the blessings as each one unfolded before them. Life is so good to us! Gene exclaimed. Thank you so much to ‘everyone’ who may be listening!

Amen, to that! his wife sang out. I wonder if we will run into any familiar faces this morning, she said hopefully. Gene quietly responded to his dear wife’s comment with a wink and a nod…acknowledgment that he too was having the same optimistic thought.

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And now, Dear Ones, let us continue by simply enjoying the merging of our energy fields, as we open our hearts to the presence of others who are also near us. With this directive softly spoken, Emily joined the silence with her companions. Intuitively aware that Vandee, another member of their cluster, was only a few yards away, she chose not to distract from their immediate momentum. Although Emily preferred to include their young friend, she refrained for the sake of continuity. Knowing full well Vandee would understand her decision, she reached deeper into the depths of her inner self to see what else might come forward. At first, she thought about engaging with Aunt May, but then she elected not to do so. Aunt May will connect if its appropriate, she told herself. Just wait and see what unfolds.

Meanwhile, Vandee honored her friends’ exercise by maintaining her present location. Selfishly, she wanted to join the energetic experience her friends were engaging in, but politeness would not allow such a presumptuous act. Without making any noise, she adjusted her position planting her feet solidly apart by about twelve inches. Stretching her arms comfortably away from her torso, she created a balanced, upright stance, which safely allowed her to close her eyes. With a few deep breaths, she embraced a meditative trance respectfully holding the space for her friends’ good work without intruding upon it.

As the threesome became four, two additional members of this recently founded collective hurriedly advanced in the direction towards Merton’s Cove. As they rounded the bend, that is to say, the bend, which takes everyone aback, Gene and Evelyn Harding came to a full stop. It’s always the same, whispered Evelyn. How many times have we witnessed this view? And still, the moment of encounter is as breathtaking as when it was first seen. Her husband nodded in agreement before both retreated to the confines of their respective minds. Eventually Gene spoke.

Well, to answer your question, Evelyn, it’s been thousands of times that we’ve stopped at this point and gasped. This must be one of those proverbial sights to behold! We are so fortunate to have access to this incredible gift! The couple took in the view as done every time before and then Gene proceeded, Actually dear, my experience of this setting is changing. Because of the explorations we’ve been doing lately, I am feeling emotions much more deeply than before. Obviously, I have always been overwhelmed by the beauty of this view, but now, I experience the encounter much more fully. It’s visceral. Every part of me is involved in this interaction. Evelyn watched as her husband attempted to explain his new way of connecting with life. She was so proud of him. He has grown so rapidly and beautifully. We are truly blessed to have this special time together.

Thanks for expressing this, Gene. It’s really true, but until you verbalized your reaction just now, I wasn’t able to discern my own changes. Yes, there really is a profound difference. Before, I only witnessed the beauty of this setting, but now, there is a sense of relationship with it. Heartfelt connection, keener awareness, and overwhelming appreciation are experienced at a level not understood before. I think this is what Emily and Aunt May refer to as Oneness…a sense of unity with all. Evelyn inhaled deeply before she acknowledged, Whew! This is difficult to articulate, isn’t it? Looking into Gene’s eyes, she thanked him again for his openness. Had you not initiated this discussion, I wouldn’t have experienced the growth that just took place. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my Love. Bliss, founded in love and gratitude engulfed the couple. There on the trail overlooking one of Mother Earth’s most beautiful sights, Mother Earth bore witness to the beautiful, energetic expression of sweet love between two of her residents.

As the couple stood there wrapped in each other’s arms and gazing out into the distance, Gene pointed ahead, Look Evelyn! By the rocks, just off the trail! Do you see them? Squinting her eyes, as if, doing so would improve her vision, she could barely see a gathering of folks.

What are they doing? she quizzed her husband.

Not sure, he responded, but I think our hopeful thoughts of encountering familiar faces may be coming true. Let’s hurry! With this said, the couple still glowing from their euphoric moment, rushed ahead.

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Dear Ones, perhaps it is time to return to the present. Discern this for yourself, please. And when you are ready to open your eyes and come forward, please do. Emily’s posture became more erect as she inhaled deeply. She was curious to hear what her companions had experienced and she was also extremely eager to find out what Friend Vandee was able to see with her remarkable vision. Consuming another long breath, she tried to manage her excitement about this shared experience, and as she monitored her energy, a new awareness reached fruition. Ah, the rest of our complement is approaching. Another gathering without traditional announcement has been accomplished.

Vandee’s eyes were still closed as she began repositioning herself. She had no idea how much time had passed and doubted that it mattered. What is important, she declared to herself, is the experience itself. Then a smile brightened her face as she recognized the presence of others. Turning about to verify her intuitive skills, she waved a welcoming greeting to the Hardings. The gathering of our collective is achieved.

As Evelyn and Gene came closer, they realized what their friends had been doing. They slowed their pace to give their friends time to enjoy a peaceful re-entry from the meditative process. Wow! Can’t wait to hear all about this! Evelyn whispered to Gene. Only moments passed before the six were exchanging hugs and greetings. And then the questions began.

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A passage from

The Book of Joy

(Part I, Chapter One)

So let us begin this remarkable exploration by seeking within. Let us seek within with confidence. Let us seek within with hopeful optimism. Let us seek within with faith. Let us seek within with open hearts filled with trust and acceptance that joy does exist.

We are a group with many questions, declared Emily. Looking about, she asked for suggestions. How shall we comfortably situate ourselves? John Powers, in his usual thoughtful way, had already visually assessed the area and found a particularly accommodating grouping of rock formations.

I think that space beyond the beach rose bush may work well for us, he asserted, pointing to an area just a few feet away. Looks as if we can form a nice discussion circle there with a reasonable amount of comfort. Shall we give it a go? With Emily at his elbow, the elder gentleman led the way, inviting everyone to find a suitable spot.

What a lovely setting to have a gathering! Anne mused.

Yes, it is! John validated Anne’s thoughts without even realizing he had done so. His response did not go unnoticed.

Did everyone hear the inner-workings of Anne’s mind? asked Emily. Nods and gleeful commentary indicated everyone’s skills were improving. Wonderful! she exclaimed. Well, how shall we begin, my friends? She looked to her friends for guidance. Everyone present knew they were in this particular place at this particular time for a reason. She would wait and let them decide how to proceed.

Gene willingly took the lead. Well, we’re here to find out what is going on beyond those unsightly barriers. The news report was so purposefully evasive that it begs one to wonder why.

And we are! Evelyn joined in. We are wondering why the authorities are behaving in such a secretive way. And we want to know what has happened.

Then Gene effusing his typical runaway enthusiasm interjected, We were hoping to meet up with some familiar faces, and here are the faces we were really wanting to see! Grinning boyishly at everyone in the circle of friends, he added, I’m assuming you are as curious as we are. Agreement was demonstrated with more nods and muffled affirmations revealing that every one of them had responded immediately upon hearing the baffling news.

I too am curious about this situation; however, I’m even more interested in what you three were doing when I arrived. Vandee’s comment aroused attention, even from those who were actually participating in the experience. Can you tell us about it?

Yes, we must indeed process our exercise, Emily announced, "and it’s opportunistic the three of you arrived in our closing moments. Like you, we came out here to find answers and were shocked when we encountered that ludicrously large barrier. So we decided to engage in a playful activity, which might allow us to practice merging and manipulating our energies in hopes that our combined energy state might actually assist us in ascertaining information about last night’s occurrence. As you know, we just finished the experiment, so we haven’t had a chance to discuss our experiences yet.

Emily, will you go first, Dear? John’s invitation revealed his high regard for his Beloved’s remarkable abilities. Her intuitive skills were masterful. And everyone in the group looked to her for guidance. Although Emily was grateful for her friends’ respect, she also wanted them to gain greater confidence in their own developing skills. Indeed, she had much more experience than any of the others, but they were learning quickly and she wanted them to trust their own abilities. Oh, Aunt May, how does one balance this? You were such a skillful teacher. Always knowing when it was right to share your wisdom and when it was best to allow me to flounder about trying to figure things out for myself. I’m just now beginning to understand the gravity of being a truly mindful teacher. Don’t fail me now, Aunt May! How should I proceed? As