Mrs. Pennybutton: Teacher of Souls

By Dana Ross Martin

Everywhere you go, everyone you see, they've all attended Mrs. Pennybutton's class. Yes, you, too! We've all been her students, receiving the same knowledge and guidance that any soul could ever require to fully-enjoy their time on Earth. But some of us (okay, most of us) have forgotten what this wise angel taught.

The secrets Mrs. Pennybutton imparts are our last recollection in the great beyond before we're born into this life. Everyone who is, was, or ever shall be attends this lecture; it's a Divine requirement.

So, come, take your assigned seat in her classroom, and go back to that time when you 'knew everything there was to know about everything there is to know'. Then, from that place, hear again the Gifts of Guidance this beloved angel shares, the ones that promise us the best life imaginable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 11, 2011
• ISBN: 9780984684311

Book preview

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In the dimly lit classroom, we sat in silence and watched as the little old woman carefully wrote her name in oversized letters across the large expanse of dark-green chalkboard. When she’d finished the last stroke of the last letter, she turned and looked at us for the first time.

Blessings, dear ones. I’m Mrs. Pennybutton.

The room became brighter as she spoke these words, not because the intensity of the lights had increased, but because we, ourselves, had become brighter.

What a joyous time awaits you all. she said. A journey of a thousand adventures begins the moment you are born.

We began floating upward, lost in bliss.

Wait! Mrs. Pennybutton’s voice stopped us. Before this journey can begin, there are a few things I must share with you.

From our vantage point so high in the air, I could see that this was no ordinary space. It resembled an enormous lecture hall with an area of wooden flooring at the front of the room. Here, Mrs. Pennybutton stood, looking out on row after row of an untold number of seats that climbed from the very first level, a few feet away from her teaching lectern, all the way up to the very last row at the rear of this exceptionally large place. Regardless of where one sat however, every seat was a good seat. Everyone could clearly see the petite woman in heavy wool skirt and high-necked blouse who smiled sweetly and waited for us to settle into our seats. As we floated down, I noticed there were thousands of us in attendance.

Yes, she continued, it’s true. Moments ago, before you entered my classroom, each and every one of you knew everything there was to know about everything there is to know and, yes, you also knew that you were everything, too, because, well, that’s how we are when we know who we are.

A wiggle of her finger.

Ah, but that’s how it is here and now. When you go to Earth, all that changes. It must change.

She sensed our puzzlement.

Of course there’s a reason. she continued. We make these changes in you before you leave here so that all of you can experience life on Earth in the exact same way we’ve always intended you to experience it.

We wanted to know more.

How? By sending you to Earth completely free of the knowledge of everything you now possess.

Well, except for what I’ll teach in this class, she whispered.

That’s how everyone begins the journey, she said aloud then read our minds.

"You want to know our reason for doing it this way? You mean, sending you to Earth without knowing everything there is to know?"

Mrs. Pennybutton paused to think.

Well, I guess the bottom line is what fun would that be? I mean, how would it be going to a place where you’ve already seen, heard, tasted, smelled, felt, thought, and experienced everything? She shrugged her shoulders. Yeah, and then what? Nothing, that’s what. There’d be no fun at all. No movement, no adventure, no, uh—she stopped to think of the perfect word.

…thrill!

We liked the sound of that word.

Nope, no thrill, no fun, no nuthin’.

Mrs. Pennybutton leaned forward and whispered.

And trust me, fun is the funnest thing we’ve ever created and we intend for you to have lots of it.

In her normal voice she added,

"This is how we’ve always done it, dear ones.

"This is how you learn.

"This is how you evolve.

"We send you out into Creation without all the answers.

"And that is how you learn.

And that is how you evolve.

All this sort of made sense to us.

Mrs. Pennybutton spoke a bit louder now to make sure we heard the next part of our lesson.

But, that doesn’t mean that what I teach in this classroom doesn’t matter. Quite the contrary. Sure, this class takes no time at all and every lesson is easy to understand, absolutely, but what I teach—simple though it may be—is all the knowledge you’ll ever require for your entire Earth-stay.

She shook her head and chuckled.

"We used to call the things we teach here the Laws of Life. She put the tip of her finger to her lips and thought a moment. No, wait, we called them the Universal Laws, that’s right, not the Laws of Life." Mrs. Pennybutton laughed at the way that phrase sounded.

A universal law, oooooooooh.

That’s the toughest kind.

"But, the more we used that term—Universal Law—the