Spirit Gift

By Jeffrey A Wellman

Everyone has a gift. Each of us was sent back to earth with a mission to discover and use that gift to help humanity.

In this book, Qaletaqa's near-death experience transcends him through seven spiritual planes where he learns secrets to living a beautiful life and sharing a gift with the world. During his journey he is in

• Language: English
• Publisher: Better World Publishing
• Release date: Oct 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781087970240

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Jeff Wellman

Praise for Spirit Gift

As an end-of-life doula, I found Spirit Gift to be an insightful and beautiful perspective not only on finding meaning to life, but a deeply thought-provoking peek into life after death as well. Its lessons have brought more self-awareness into my own life, and have enriched my understanding of the Spirit world.

Angela Shook

End-of-Life Doula

Past president, National End-of-Life Doula Alliance

Instructor, End-of-Life Doula Professional Certificate Program, University of Vermont

WELLMAN TAKES READERS on an existential journey with Qaletaqa, the Native American protagonist who goes through inspirational changes in his pursuit of enlightenment. A well told narrative, Spirit Gift is a simple yet motivational odyssey

Steve Miller, journalist and author, Detroit Rock City: The Uncensored History of Rock ‘n’ Roll in America’s Loudest City.

OUTSTANDING!!! WOW! This simple yet profound story is wonderfully told to be most enjoyable and revealing of great spiritual truths. It gives hope and enlightenment to the reader. It truly is and will be a blessing to many.

Reverend, Pat Crawford

President & Medium at Snowflake Spiritualist Church Camp

Better World Publishing

Waialua, HI 96791

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Wellman, Jeffrey Allen, 1960–

Sprit Gift, – A journey through the seven planes of existence

/ Jeff Wellman. p. cm.

LCCN: 2023903308

ISBN: 979-8-9850646-3-6

The corporate mission of Better World Publishing is: Inspiring lives of passion and service for a better world.

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FIRST EDITION

Copyright © 2023 Jeff Wellman

All rights reserved.

In memory

... OF JULIE WELLMAN, for your passion and Spirit. Your continued help and guidance from the Spirit world has helped me immensely and awed me completely. Your warmth, love, and patience over thirty-two years will never be forgotten. Thank you for teaching me and convincing me that there is so much more beyond this physical world we call Earth.

Foreword

Ididn’t write this book! Yes, I put pen to paper, but the inspiration, storyline, and truths from the Spirit world all came from Spirit guides during serene meditation.

I was introduced to meditation forty years ago while practicing martial arts. As a young, high-strung, Type-A business salesperson, I dismissed the idea that meditation could ever help me. I couldn’t sit still and calm my mind for one minute let alone several hours. Not to mention, I was too busy for that nonsense.

Luckily, my instructors implored me to try it in small doses and keep extending my time in consciousness. It was arduous, but I persisted and began to see the difference meditation made in my life.

Today I can transcend into a quiet meditative state quickly and for hours at a time. Meditation has changed my life, made me a better person all around, and created this book.

I’m not sure why Spirit guides chose me to share this message with the world, but I’m grateful. Their knowledge and guidance awe me and continue to help me live a better life.

Spirit guides shared the concept of this book with me during quiet meditation on the Big Island of Hawaii. My wife and I were vacationing at the Kona Sheraton Resort. I started each day meditating from a natural seat carved out of the black lava cliff over crashing ocean surf. There, a manuscript took shape in my mind, then over several years and countless hours of meditation, it became this book that I am proud to share with you.

Author’s Note

This story is my interpretation of insights from Spiritual masters of the present and past. Insights from visionaries like Buddha, Deepak Chopra, Ramdas, and other Yogis. They share visions of Spiritual planes and life after our brief Earth adventure, along with life lessons we all need to enjoy an extraordinary existence.

I chose a time frame for this story, 1211, when there was no organized religion. No one to taint or mold our beliefs and Spirit. The only people in the area were the indigenous, original people. They were, and are to this day, very Spiritual people. Their true Spirit comes from their hearts and souls, not books or preaching.

As a white male, I won’t pretend to know their culture as intimately as their own people. I have studied this beautiful culture in our local libraries, read articles and books from their own resource center, and consulted with the native people of the area. They are very Spiritual people and have always understood that life continues indefinitely.

That is the core value of this book, along with lessons one can use to live a joyful life of peace and harmony.

I’d like to thank Julie for gently pushing me to finish this book and get it out to the world. Your nudging me along while on earth and even more so from heaven has inspired me to no end. You were a force on the earth plane and even more so from the Spirit world. Thank you for bringing my Spirit guides to help me with this project.

My new love and wife, Angela, has inspired me as well. You met my endless questions with love and patience. 

Thank you to my children, Tyler, Claire, and Madison, for allowing me the time to concentrate on the book when I should have been hanging with you. I love you so much.

Thank you to my wonderful editors, Steve Miller, Diane Button, Carrie Bolin, and Stephanie Clark, for all your hard work to make me look like I knew what I was doing.

Thank you to my Vice President-do all, Deb Jason, for coaching me through the trials and tribulations of the Microsoft Word program that makes no sense to me. And to Better World Publishing for helping me get off my ass and get the book out there.

You’re all the best.

Contents

Restless Warrior   13

Aki   29

Peril   37

The Light   43

Furious   53

Spiritual Planes   59

Follow Your Heart   71

The Final Plane of Existence   81

Returning   97

Keep the Light   115

Eleven Truths   121

Let Love Fill Your Heart   137

Breath of Life   149

Spirit Teacher   163

Trouble   179

Tracked   189

Destiny   201

Okwi   207

Home   211 

Epilogue   221

Appendix   235

Life

Life is a human experience until death.

Death is a part of life until entering the light.

Light is your connection to source.

Source is all life.

The only question is, why are you here?

–  Jeff Wellman

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Chapter 1

Restless Warrior

1211 , A.D.

Qaletaqa could sense the danger before he saw the timber wolf emerge from the brush behind him. It stood five feet high at the shoulders with its ears back, its cold yellow eyes staring directly at him. The smell of the entrails from the elk he had just killed enticed the predator.

The young man knew to move slowly while the gray wolf circled him. The fur at its neck stood up in attention. Qaletaqa sheathed his knife and removed the bow from around his body and shoulder. The beast stopped and eyed the hunter, then sauntered forward. The alluring scent of the kill encouraged the wolf as it moved to steal the carcass. This man was in the way, and the wolf saw him as a minor obstacle to its next meal.

It all happened quickly.

The wolf lunged. Qaletaqa pulled an arrow from his quiver, set his bow, and fired into the middle of the animal’s chest. The lack of movement told Qaletaqa his shot had found its mark. Few men could have acted with the calm precision that Qaletaqa displayed. Years of hunting for his tribe in the thick Northern Michigan woods had prepared him for these extreme situations. He cautiously approached the prone wolf with his knife in hand. As he approached the animal, Qaletaqa could see the wolf breathing slowly. The last bit of life was draining from the beast, the ground beneath it turning crimson red with blood. Qaletaqa was drawn to the animal’s eyes. He saw something that startled him deeply in the large, dimming pools of the wolf’s eyes. There was a sense of recognition as the wolf’s eyelids slowly closed. Qaletaqa brushed away the strange feeling coursing through his mind. After all, this was just a wolf.

Thankful that he didn’t have to finish off the animal with his knife, Qaletaqa knelt on the soft warm earth in front of the creature; he closed his eyes and asked for forgiveness from the Great Spirit for sending such a beautiful creation to the land beyond. Qaletaqa could remember how his father spoke about respecting and caring for all living beings.

All living things, from animals to plants and trees, have Spirits and should always be treated as equals to you. We call this Manitou, his father had shared with him many times. It was an important lesson passed through their people.

Unfortunately, life in the wilderness often forces one to make a harsh choice between life and death. If Qaletaqa felt unsafe or that danger was near, he would always choose his life above others.

Qaletaqa carefully removed the front quarters of the elk with his knife, separating it into smaller portions he would take back to the tribe. He then raised the remainder of the elk into a nearby tree. He secured the carcass with netting made of wild grapevines and hemp. Qaletaqa tied a rope to the net, threw one end over a high pine branch, and then yanked on the other until the animal was high enough to keep it away. The wolves, coyotes, and badgers would smell the meat and bones and inevitably be drawn to the scent. It would be safe until he could send a hunting party back to retrieve it. There was just too much animal here for him to carry alone.

Qaletaqa hoisted the front of the great animal over his head and shoulders. With one arm, he dragged the wolf behind. From hunting, fishing, gathering wood, and wrestling with his brothers, he had developed incredible strength. His body was quite muscular at his young age. He was the envy of the tribe’s men and the desire of many of the tribe’s women.

He was well-liked in his tribe and knew he could become a great warrior like his father. He wasn’t egotistical but did enjoy how he felt when others congratulated him on his hunt or when others admitted defeat after a wrestling match. It made him feel proud and respected.

Every muscle strained as he began his journey back home. It was a heavy burden, and Qaletaqa had to stop often to rest. But the excitement of bringing these rewards back to his village kept him moving.

THEIR VILLAGE WAS LOCATED on the northern shore of Pine Lake, later known as Lake Charlevoix, in the northwest reaches of Michigan’s lower peninsula. With anxiety, Qaletaqa entered the hut of Chief Owosso. He knew he should not have ventured so far from the tribe, but the hunt had gotten the better of him. His absence while tracking the solitary elk for two days had the entire tribe concerned for his life. His return to the tribe sparked cheers and yelps from the young and old. Everyone was eager to hear stories of the great hunt that Qaletaqa endured. Astonished, his fellow tribespeople stared as he lumbered in with half an elk draped across his strong shoulders and a slain timber wolf dragged by its massive back paws.

Outside Chief Owosso’s hut, Qaletaqa dropped the animals to demonstrate his success during his prolonged absence.

You have been reckless, Chief Owosso said. Many were worried. Many thought you would not return this time. Yet you return from what looks like a great hunt. Your mother worries about you. I’m sure your father even worries from the Spirit world beyond.

Qaletaqa didn’t have much patience for the Chief’s lectures or talks of the Spirit world beyond, but he didn’t dare show it. Respect for all elders in the tribe, especially the Chief, was among the first lessons taught to the young children.

Chief Owosso regularly mentioned Qaletaqa’s father. A great warrior, he said, and an even better hunter. However, the Chief never elaborated on how or when his father was taken to the Spirit world. Qaletaqa heard whispers and hushed stories of a great bear that took his father’s life and how his father sacrificed himself for the entire tribe. But no one gave any detail on what happened. Qaletaqa was just too young to remember the great warrior of the tribe, his father.

Let us talk of your future, said the Chief. Come and sit around my fire, and we will learn what the Great Spirit has in store for you, Qaletaqa.

Qaletaqa bowed his head in respect and did as he was asked.

He spent the remainder of the day listening to Chief Owosso speak of great Manidogs—Spirits—and lands beyond the limitless boundaries of their conscious awareness. None of this talk kept his interest until the Chief told him he would be sent alone into the northern woods so his guardian Manidog could direct him in life.

Whatever that means, Qaletaqa mused to himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his future; he just didn’t want to deal with it right now. He was young and he provided for the tribe, already giving him a good sense of purpose. He didn’t need direction from a Spirit.

You have a gift inside of you, Qaletaqa, Chief Owosso said with hope. Many don’t know what their gift is until life shows them. Some figure out their gift halfway through life. Few realize their gift very early in life. Chief Owosso stared at Qaletaqa, trying to decipher his thoughts. Qaletaqa didn’t seem interested in what he was being told.

The Chief worried about Qaletaqa. He knew Qaletaqa was determined to become a strong warrior. That was acceptable, but was he doing it to become just like his father, or was this his true gift and purpose for this life? Chief Owosso knew that this journey would be a great  experience for Qaletaqa, and perhaps he would learn something along the way.

The lucky ones know their purpose and share their gift with others, Chief Owosso continued. This makes life easier for them and helps the tribe and others outside our small circle.

Qaletaqa didn’t see the point in any of this. Why did he need the Manidog to guide him? Why did he have to leave the tribe? He was