A Story that Needs to Be Told

By Stephanie Lauren Weise

Should a woman experience spiritual events in her life, that give her undeniable proof the Heavens are real, that we are able to receive direction from those beyond the grave, it does not seem to be fulfilling the intent of the heavens to keep this knowledge to herself.

Should this same woman receive such encouragement from beyond to share her experiences with others, may she recount only the truth for others to interpret; whether the facts seem sensible, or leave one with more questions. She realizes anyone picking up this book has possibly had experiences of their own.

Should this same woman realize that she is just the messenger and that the stories have been provided by the heavens, deem it fair to acknowledge this fact, and donate one half of all proceeds to help others in need.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781638295877

Stephanie Lauren Weise

Stephanie Lauren Weise began receiving spiritual messages when she was quite young. She was not religious. She was not spiritual. The fallacy was, she thought everyone received these and tucked them away. Into adulthood, the messages grew in importance, but she still questioned her insights and missed many opportunities to help others. Thankfully, the heavens did not give up. At the height of her spiritual messages, she prayed for proof that these messages were not of her own creation, and received it. With proof, she began passing the messages to those intended. Thankfully, she was able to interrupt several things that were about to go terribly wrong here on Earth. This book has been written to help answer questions for many that have received spiritual events and didn’t know what to do with them. Please keep an open mind. One-half of all proceeds will be shared with those in need. If you have questions of your own after reading this book, Stephanie would love to hear from you. Stephanie Lauren Weise P.O. Box 8226 Cincinnati, OH 45208-0226

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Introduction

Thank you for picking up this book. Please be assured that my reasons for writing are pure and simple; to fulfill my promise to the heavens. Please keep an open mind.

One half of all profit from this effort will go to those in need.

For years, I have prayed for a time without financial stress, and an excessive workload, so that I might be able to clear my head and keep my promise to the heavens; a promise to recount the stories of amazing spiritual events that I have personally experienced.

The truth is, I’d received premonitions for years; long before I believed in them… I wasn’t religious; I wasn’t spiritual. So, it took some time to get my attention and develop my faith. Many notices went right over my head. I missed a lot that could have helped myself and others. Thankfully, the heavens didn’t give up on me.

Eventually, through watching things come to fruition that I had received a notice upon, I began to realize that this was not about me. These insights were meant for the greater good and needed to be shared. I was realizing that had I spoken up, I might have been able to change the course of events in some cases. It was the best and worst realization I’ve ever had, all rolled into one. Why me? I questioned God in prayer and told him that he might be overestimating my abilities. Imagine! I had to admit that it didn’t seem like things were always going as planned here on Earth. With some time, I developed faith, and chose to accept the insight that I would not receive bad information. I was just to be the messenger

As time passed, I crossed paths with others in my daily life, who had themselves received notices, and didn’t know what to do with them. Most wondered if they were real or a figment of their imagination. In most cases they were troubled souls, as they’d looked the other way. As I listened to their stories, I knew that they could benefit from my experience. They needed to know that there was a pretty good chance that their events weren’t imagined; that the heavens were attempting to help them, or to encourage them to help others.

Without confirmation, however, most were expressing self-doubt; feeling frightened, shy, and alone. The event felt imaginary, so they tried to tuck it away. I, too, know from experience that it can feel extremely lonely when you have no one to share with; no one who can relate to what you’ve experienced. I’m writing this today, from a point much farther down the spiritual path.

I will share only what I have experienced first-hand, and know to be true. I suspect that you already have guesses of your own. I hope I am forgiven for waiting so long.

At first, I justified not writing, as our family was in a serious financial crunch. Good reasons; private schools, lessons, colleges approaching; but still a financial crunch. I knew that every hour I owned needed to be in pursuit of more business; more sales and more presence in my design market, so that others would view me as successful and prominent, and continue to use my company. I knew that I had to stay the course and do my best to complete everything my husband and I had started. I was determined to not allow a low financial moment in our lives define me or my family. The truth was, my other half was waning in and out of responsibilities, and general interest in life. I worked harder and longer, trying to keep everything at a constant for my nearly adult children. We had come so far! I hadn’t gotten them this far, to get them this far! I couldn’t allow things to blow up; to fail. l will not fail, I will prevail became my internal mantra I received through prayer.

There were years that felt like Hell on earth. Debt was mounting and challenges were growing. My husband’s anger at my determination was culminating, but the heavens intervened, keeping me out of harm’s way. I persisted; the love for my children fueling my determination and resilience. Fortunately, I was able to maintain a strong credit history working seven days a week, and robbing Peter to pay Paul. I just didn’t have a lot of time to breathe, or take care of myself. I gained weight to a level I’d never approached before in my life. But I didn’t drop the ball. I focused on keeping things as normal as possible; predictable for my family. I did my best to keep them away from the stress as much as possible. Colleges were taking place, and we remained, on the surface, the stable family house who welcomed all. Fortunately, I’ve always loved my work, and loved my children more. It was worth it. We are far down the path now, and my adult children are confident, happy, and successful.

In the worst of times, I was getting a lot of ‘signals.’ I’d always been subject to occasional spiritual glimpses of things to come, but this was different. There was so much stress in my life on earth, that I didn’t realize how much the heavens were trying to help. On some level, I wanted to question my sanity. The mid 2000s were a disaster.

In 2005, I lost my oldest brother to ALS after being one of his caretakers for the two years prior. During the same period, I was witness to the pain that my dear friends went through, after losing their youngest son, to suicide. It was a dark time. But with darkness, I was rewarded with insight. After my friends lost their son, Christopher, a brilliant-off-the-charts young man of twenty-two, to suicide, he answered my prayers. I had prayed for some proof that the notices that I had received from the heavens were real, and not something I imagined due to stress or illness. Between the heavens and my responsibilities here on earth my attention felt pulled in ten directions every day.

Then, less than a year after his passing, I received ‘Christopher’s gift’, which solidly confirmed my faith, and changed the way that I’d think forever. I immediately began to fill a book with all of the unexplainable things I’d experienced in this life. I listed over sixty situations. I vowed to write new experiences immediately after they occurred, and to do my best to never change a word. I knew in my heart that there were others who could benefit from the proof that I’d received, but couldn’t bring myself to attempt to put it into print. I was humbled by being chosen to receive such insight, and couldn’t imagine how I could steal the hours from my current schedule to do my best for such an emotional project. Not the least of my worries was the fact that I knew it would be difficult for others to believe if they had not had the experience. It would have been for me early on… I kept thinking that I needed more than one story. Maybe three? I began to pray for at least two additional stories involving other credible sources to back up my experience. I had to find a way to encourage you, the reader, who I believe to be at least curious, if not searching for answers, to realize that these experiences were real; orchestrated by someone on a higher plane than most of us acknowledge. So, whether you call this source God, or the heavens, or a higher being, doesn’t matter I just need you to have confidence that there is a higher source:

You’re not alone.

Time passed. I had more ‘requests’ to help others. With my new confidence after Christopher’s gift, I didn’t question these requests, and in cases where I did not pause, I did some real good. I was slowly accepting my new role as a mouthpiece for the heavens; interrupting things that weren’t going well here on Earth. In all cases, it was tough, and emotional, and took every ounce of faith to leave my timidness behind, and deliver the message. The absolute most difficult negative message for me to deliver is to someone I care deeply about. I’ve had a couple of these, and after all I’ve experienced, I’m still awkward and hesitant. It takes all of my strength not to change the wording to soften the message.

Looking back, it’s easy to self-diagnose that the prior years of financial stress had whipped my self-confidence. After Christopher’s gift, although the home and financial situations were then still tumultuous, my new successes with following through on my requests from the heavens, helped me regain confidence. I was helping others. By 2008, I even began to correct my weight. I no longer felt alone. I was beginning to realize my purpose. The fear I’d lived with for years in good times and bad was subsiding. I was assured that the heavens had my back.

The second and third experiences that I have been asked to share; resulting in the stories, ‘The Big Guy’ and ‘Jean,’ came along during the next few years, after ‘Christopher’s Gift.’ They proved to be just what I had prayed for. They involved credible others who had experienced unexplainable life changing events of their own.

Both were searching for answers when we crossed paths. Both were strangers, but both were expecting me. One approached me by name! Yes, that was new for me, and a great deal to take in in the moment. Both were realizing that despite their success here on Earth in so many other things, they were failing when attempting to share their amazing stories of life changing spiritual experiences.

By the time I had met them, each had attempted several routes to get their stories out, with no success.