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Find My Hidden Rose
Find My Hidden Rose
Find My Hidden Rose
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The book, Find My Hidden Rose, is about how I went from an innocent child of about age six to the present day of over sixty. Discovering that I am, for lack of an appropriate word, a spiritual being and that God created me. He sent me a Messenger - the one with many names, Bahaullah, to guide and comfort me through over sixty years of numerous spiritual events.Now I know that these spiritual events, as some would call miracles, were a unique way Bahaullah communicated to me.

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PublisherXlibris US
Release dateMay 1, 2018
ISBN9781984525475
Find My Hidden Rose
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Sharlyn Duval

After practicing as an L.P.N. for 13 years I felt unfulfilled in wanting to help people, I went on to study Sociology. It took over 4 years as my mind was twice as old as the average student. I was 43 when I first started undergrad school. And, 47 when I graduated with a B.S. degree in Sociology in 1994. Around 1988 I started writing commentaries in various interracial family newsletters. This was very interesting. I never thought Id be writing a book. And, one that shared my spiritual experiences with Bahaullah. The whole purpose of Find My Hidden Rose is to teach people particularly younger ones that God is here! This was shown by my life examples.

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    Find My Hidden Rose - Sharlyn Duval

    Copyright © 2018 by Sharlyn Duval.

    Library of Congress Control Number:      2018905333

    ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-9845-2549-9

                    Softcover        978-1-9845-2548-2

                    eBook             978-1-9845-2547-5

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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    Rev. date: 04/30/2018

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    Contents

    The Oath

    Preface

    Acknowledgments

    Beam of Light

    The Fallen Cross

    Our Declarations

    Conversation with Two Golden Orbs

    The Miracle Birth

    The Green Aura

    The Car-Bomb Angel

    The Dream Wolves

    My Return to Bahá’u’lláh

    Three Human Angels

    Escape from LaClede Town

    The Invisible Driver

    The Search for His Rose

    The Turnaround

    Final Thoughts

    The Oath

    At the onset of starting to write this book, I took an oath before two Local Spiritual Assembly members of Las Cruces, New Mexico. Some would find the contents of and remarks by me in Find My Hidden Rose untrue.

    However, again I verify before my Lord Bahá’u’lláh that what is written here is all true. And I ask with all humbleness that he guide my thoughts and memory. Please understand some of my earliest memories go back over six decades. There are some details I have probably forgotten. Again, this book is a true account of my spiritual journey and no one else’s.

    Preface

    We live in a world where we innocently accept information taught by our parents, then from our widening circle of friends. We accept without question because we do not know any better when we were youngsters. That is absolute trust in the judgment of our parents.

    As we develop and explore, friends come and go. Therefore, the average youngster starts to question everything. This questioning begins with a resounding no! Then comes the word why! The why word can drive parents to distraction. I should know. I became aware of life around age three and questioned everything. My parents did not like the barrage of questions, temper tantrums, and the no word from me. They were the salt-of-the-earth types. And a newly adopted daughter with emotional problems only complicated their world.

    However, the no and the why words are tools everyone needs to use in order to navigate through a confusing world. Even though I was adopted around age three, I was considered a cheerful, sweet little girl who was extra gabby and inquisitive. Who would know I would develop within me the desire and ability to question established beliefs and way of life set down by my parents. Even so, I got into so much trouble with my parents and the children I associated with at school.

    This book, Find My Hidden Rose, is about how I went from an innocent child of about age six to the present day of over sixty, discovering, for lack of an appropriate word, that I am a spiritual being and that God created me. He sent me a messenger, the one with many names—Bahá’u’lláh—to guide and comfort me through over sixty years of numerous spiritual events. Now I know these spiritual events, as some would call miracles, were a unique way Bahá’u’lláh communicated to me.

    One of the many descriptive adjectives my parents called me was the word stubborn. I agree. I was stubborn—and curious, bullheaded, even a cabbagehead. Later in life, I would call myself a dunderhead. Stubborn, curious Ms. Kruse was playing the oboe and dreaming while her fellow classmates were doing socially accepted activities. Being a dreamer, I did not make many friends.

    I was so unpopular in elementary school that I named some boys the pack of three. They would call me names, chase me home, and even give me a beat-down—every so often! I would think, So what? And I would hold it in. I was wildly angry and frustrated. Part of me wanted to beat up those boys. And the other part just wanted peace and to forget it. I was so conflicted! Then I would run home and go to my practice room and start to play Angela, my oboe.

    Sometimes I would run upstairs, crying softly, throw myself across my bed, and look up at Jesus’s picture and pour out my heart. This gave me such peace. Later I would go downstairs and practice on my oboe. It was at these emotion-filled times I would be playing when Mom would come into the room and ask me what music I had just played as she thought it was beautiful, and she would ask if I could play it for her again. I never knew what music she referred to as she had woken me up from

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