Paranormal Summer (Indigo Moon Rising) (22 page)

Jillian, let me ask you a question. If you are gardening, and you want some pea pods, do you plant carrots?

No.

Why not?

Because I will get carrots.

If you want strawberries, do you sit there and look at the dirt?

No.

Why not?

Because I will not get anything.

Good.

So if you want friends, and you know that you are creating everything with your vibrations, which are your emotions, would you say "I want
friends,” or “I don't have any friends?"

No, I guess not.

What would you say?

I like having friends.

Very good.

What else do you think you want?

To explore all of this new stuff, my gifts.

Perfect. How do you say it so the vibration matches what you want?

I love learning about my gifts and helping others feel connected?

Yes, now say it as a statement, not a question. That little bit of doubt will sabotage what you are trying to create.

I love using and exploring my gifts to help others!

Bravo!!! How does that feel?

Better... like maybe there is hope. Like it's possible.

That is how you can start to move in the direction of your desires. You don't have to live in default. Speak your intentions; feel your desires. The universe is lining up for you faster than ever before. Always ask for help. Your gifts must be strengthened, and you must use them only for the greater good. Never to take advantage. What you do to someone else, you do to yourself.

Are you Amanda?

Yes.

Hi!

Hello, Jillian. It's so lovely for you to recognize me again.

Are you a ghost?

I am in spirit. Let's just say that we agreed we would get together in this lifetime. And since I left the physical world earlier, I am keeping my promise.

Why did you die?

You will understand later, but I am here with you now to help you experience things so you can grow spiritually. This is the best way to do it!

There is so much I want to learn! Oh yes, and your journal...I want to know more. How is all of this happening?

Well, I wasn't alone when I wrote mine, either. We will share all of that soon. You are just now getting glimpses of what life has in store. This last week has just been the tip of the iceberg! There is so much you can experience! I have so much I want to share! Something we need to talk about is for you to choose your words wisely.

Oh yes, I AM is important, right?

Yes.

Do you know the difference between believe and know?

Ummm...

That the things you believe, are just an opinion, or an imagining, not necessarily true? A belief is just a thought you keep thinking. But knowing, that means it comes from your own personal experience.

Okay.

So anytime you say believe or know, stop and identify that you are using the words correctly. People who live by default are living their beliefs. People that live by conscious intentions live by choosing what they know to be true.

That sounds a little complicated.

It does now, but I will help you with it.

Are you always going to be with me?

Yes.

How do I know this isn't just another dream?

"Jillian," Aunt Jana said as she shook her gently. "Why don't you go get ready for bed now?" Jillian picked her head up from her aunt's shoulder and looked around. She was still sitting on the couch with Tiffany Marie asleep on her lap. Uncle Tim was gone, and she looked at her aunt like she had seen a ghost. Jillian looked around the living room, wondering where Amanda went.
I know I was talking to her,
she thought. She sighed, and got up off the couch.

"Good night, sweetie. Sweet dreams," her aunt said, kissing her on the forehead.

"Was there anybody else here with us?" Jillian asked.

"Uncle Tim," her aunt said, turning off the lights.

"K, good night," she said and headed down the hallway to her room. She stopped and looked at the picture of Amanda
. Am I going crazy, or is this gonna be an awesome summer? Oh, this IS an awesome summer!

She got ready for bed and followed her evening ritual.
Talk with Tiffany Marie who wants to hear about my day!
And as she explained about the What Not Shop, the three kids at class, and talking to Amanda, she found herself weightless, and drifting.

Jillian could feel the breeze on her skin. There was an extraordinary scent in the wind.
Like white
. She stood motionless, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Her chest rose and fell.
Is this what white smells like?

Somewhere in the distance, a faint melody could be heard. As she focused on it, and nothing else, it seemed to grow closer, louder. It touched her skin, and then passed right through it, into her blood and bones. She began to not just hear the music. She could feel it, and then she was part of it.

Illianna watched. Jillian stood relaxed, her eyes closed, head tipped back slightly, her body swaying to an invisible music.

“Do you know why you are here
?” Jillian heard a voice inside her say.

“
Yes, I AM exploring, remembering, creating. That is all I have to do!” She heard her own voice say with such conviction, that a jolt of energy shot forth from her heart and surrounded her body. With her eyes closed, she could see this brilliant white light expand from where she stood and burst outward in all directions. This took her breath away. As she opened her eyes, all she could see was white. The ground was soft white, like fluffy cotton as far as the eye could see. At the horizon, there was a soft blue that graduated to a deep velvet navy overhead.

As she looked down she could see something stirring in the whiteness. It began to take a form and develop shades of color. As she focused on the shape, she realized there was a wolf now lying at her feet. His eyes met hers as he slowly moved into a standing position. He was still staring into her. Not
at
her, but into her.

Illianna had been closely observing. She bowed. The wolf slowly closed his eyes and bowed to her. Jillian was experiencing a new feeling. She was thinking she should feel fear. But she didn’t. “
Accept, don’t expect,”
Jillian heard from within. She focused on her stomach. How did it feel? It felt fine. She took a deep breath and slowly bowed to the wolf.

“
Welcome,” she heard a deep growly voice say to her as she lifted her head. She looked into the wolf’s eyes. They seemed to have softened. There was something familiar about it.

“
Hello,” Jillian said, starting to relax. Illianna tilted her head, and her large brown eyes squinted because of the large smile that was now upon her face. It was a look of utter sweetness and love, like she was giving the wolf a full-bodied hug with just her smile. It looked like she had found her long, lost best friend.

She took a deep breath and gently said, “Thank you for inviting us.”

The wolf smiled and nodded his head. “Jillian, I am LoneWolf, and this is my world. Welcome.” Jillian looked ahead of her, to both sides. She turned around. She looked down, and then she looked up. The only thing she could see was Illianna and the wolf. What was this place? She looked at the wolf and then to Illianna.

“
Please, take a look around,” LoneWolf said as his eyes surveyed the horizon.

Jillian thought,
there is nothing here but white
. Then she heard her aunt’s voice. “If you are looking for more, you will find it.” So Jillian started to walk in the whiteness. Seeing nothing, she closed her eyes and relaxed. She began to hear a faint sound, like water. As she opened her eyes, the sounds of the water became louder. In the vast whiteness before her, a fog started to swirl and churn, and as it evaporated before her eyes she found herself standing at the edge of a stream.

Upstream the sky was dark with low hanging clouds, thunder and lightning. The grey-green waves had patches of slime floating on top, and they were thrashing violently as if they would chew you up and spit you out.

Downstream the sun was shining and a soft breeze blew the crystal clear current. Flowers danced and birds sang and bathed at the water’s edge. “Is this the stream?” Jillian thought out loud. “
Love is one; fear is the other,”
she heard a voice say. “
You have a choice to love or to fear. Every choice comes down to these two directions.”

“OH! I get it I get it!”
Jillian thought, springing into the shallow water. She faced the stormy waves. With a grimace she thought,
“This is fear. It’s hard to go upstream. I won’t get very far, and I’ll become exhausted.”
She turned her body to look downstream. She smiled and took a relaxing deep breath and thought, “
This is love. I choose to let go and let God.”
As she lowered herself into the water she thought, “
His current will carry me,”
and she slowly began to float downstream. Her face bathed in the sunlight, she saw the bright, blue, cloudless sky overhead as she floated past flowers and butterflies, dragonflies and frogs.

As she was floating, she saw what looked like a rainbow up ahead, spanning the width of the stream, and she was about to float under it. The rainbow cast a secession of colors into the water, and as she floated through them, she could feel tiny vibrations start from her bottom all the way to the top of her head. She closed her eyes and tried to feel all of the incredible sensations she was experiencing. The water was so soothing on her skin. The lapping of the waves was peaceful.

When she realized that she had stopped moving, she got up and moved to the water’s edge and out of the stream. There was Illianna and LoneWolf.