I am going to start doing regular Facebook Live Streams and offer online counseling/coaching and support groups to help calm that anxiety and isolation. This way people will not have to come to see me in person but can still get my unique brand of help and support.
I am working on two new books,. One is my second dog book, this one centering on Baltho’s next incarnation, named Hattie, and the lessons I learned with her and the other two dogs and cats, as my mystical insights and abilities became stronger.
I am also working on another book about my paranormal experiences with animals and the people involved with them. I plan to publish sections on Kindle as they are ready. And then combine these sections into a full book available on Kindle and paperback.
Here is the start of that new book.Titles are working titles. They may change.
Cloud of Witnesses Series
The communion of the living and the dead
Foreword
We are living in dark times, hit by tragedies and suffering on every side, much caused by human beings who willfully inflict their short-sighted, egocentric views on others, heedless of the consequences to others who share our planet. Grinding poverty, disease, and displacement from war torn areas is multiplying geometrically. Some of these horrors are caused by natural disasters that batter creation everywhere and cause more even more devastation and population movement. Every time we sign on to the Internet, turn on the TV or radio, or open a newspaper we are assaulted by such horrors. We live in a world terribly out of balance—careening ever more toward the abyss.
Yet, the still small voice of hope is always there, always calling to us to do better. After opening the box that let all kinds of illness, bloodshed, terrors and evils loose upon the world, Pandora discovered the one thing that remained was hope. I have learned to eat it like bread.
For me that hope comes from the spiritual world that surrounds us, that calls us to the mystery that all life, past, present, and future, is connected, often in ways that we only glimpse at best. Those we care about, and those who care for us, bear witness to this, even from beyond this mortal world.
As a Hindu friend who tried to explain her embrace of Christianity to her Hindu parents said, “God comes to me in the form of Jesus.” Prior to landing on that explanation, her parents could not understand why she would reject her Hindu heritage with many expressions of God to follow Jesus. They felt that she was rejecting them. “They now understand that God comes to us in many forms. He comes to me in the form of Jesus,” she explained. “They do not feel condemned if they do not follow him. They do not feel pressure from me. Nor do I push them in any way. We accept one another. We love.”
That has long been my experience. I cannot tell others what path they should follow. I can only say what is true for me. When I was an undergraduate at the University of Denver at the end of the Vietnam War, everything—every tradition was questioned, every institution was distrusted, most of all, the government. Like Kent State we had the National Guard occupy our campus, with classes cancelled and everyone in fear that the massacre that happened in Kent State might happen here in Denver. I knew members of the Weathermen from the Scholars and Honors program, males and females who believed, or said they did, that our government was so corrupt that it had to be overthrown. Drug experimentation—especially with LSD, speed, and marijuana—was widespread. I was afraid to try any of that myself. I valued my mind too much. But, like my colleagues, I questioned everything, unsure what to believe, including the moderate Christian faith of the American Baptist church I’d grown up in. My immediate family were not very churchy. I found services boring, though I’d made an early commitment at four years old to follow Jesus . . .