Friday, 23 October 2009

Show me an Angel - Review of ANGELS in my HAIR by Lorna Byrne

I am a believer in the fact that there’s more to life than what we see day in day out. Just beyond the curtain there’s a whole new life filled with angels, souls of those who have passed on, some think animals that have died are included in that mix, but I don’t know about that. In my continual search for the whys and the hows of why we go through pain and loss and why sometimes after we’ve prayed and believed that a loved one will be healed and not die, the opposite happens, I came across Lorna Byrne; she was being interviewed by Jeni Barnett at LBC. A soft spoken lady, she narrated with ease her experience with the world beyond ours; her encounter with angels from as little as two!

I immediately placed my order for Angels in my hair via Waterstones online, when the book refused to arrive after 10days, I went on Amazon and ordered a copy. Needless to say while I was a few chapters into my copy from Amazon, my earlier Waterstones order arrived. I popped it in the post to my lil’ sister in Canada; I needed to share this compelling story with someone else and because we recently lost dad, I reckoned she probably has the same questions I have bouncing in her head.

I was surprised by the challenges and losses that Lorna still had to endure though she had and still has constant encounter with angels. I expected that her journey through life would be easier than less spiritually conscious people. Not only was she raised in abject poverty, she suffered rejection from her immediate family members and termed retarded when they did not understand why she seemed not to focus on the world around her. Can you imagine being shown who your husband would be and then to be told that you weren’t going to live old and grey together? I know! I thought that was unfair too.

You can’t help but ask questions when you read this book, it gets you thinking and wondering how much we think we really know. Angels in my hair was an easy read, an account of an ordinary woman’s extraordinary encounter with life beyond everyday experiences.

I found comfort in her account of what death is all about. ‘Death is like rebirth’ she said. It does make a lot of sense to me and gives me a sense of comfort to know that this isn’t all there is to life.

I know a lot of people will be sceptical and probably think it’s a whole lot of rubbish. All I’ll say is this, you have to keep an open mind to read this book and just because you can’t see it does not mean it’s not happening.

Thursday, 8 October 2009

I love this!

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.We were born to make manifest the glory ofGod that is within us.It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,we unconsciously give other peoplepermission to do the same.As we are liberated from our own fear,Our presence automatically liberates others
Marianne Williamson

Monday, 5 October 2009

My rant about AVON

A couple of days ago, I received the Avon catalogue in my mailbox with a note attached saying to leave the catalogue at my doorstep by a said date if I am not interested in placing any order or kindly return it to a specified mailbox number if I didn’t mind doing so. As the sales rep’s door number is a stone throw from mine, I decided to return the catalogue in her mailbox. Actually if my memory serves me right, I did not look through the catalogue before returning it because I was hard on cash and didn’t want to be tempted to buy something I did not need.

When I checked my mail box on my way in from work the day after, to my surprise, the Avon catalogue was in there again from the same sales representative with the same note about leaving at my front door by a specified date if I was not interested in placing an order. OK, what the hell is going on here? I thought to myself.
As it was a Friday evening, I decided to look through the catalogue as I waited for something interesting to come up on tele. Even though there were some really nice products with fairly affordable price tags, I still wasn’t going to place an order for anything…. Yep, that’s how disciplined I am. NOT. Lol! As I flipped through the pages, something was visibly missing or should I say someone? All the models were Caucasian! I went back o the first page and carefully looked through all the pages looking for a face or skin colour that looks similar to the one turning the pages…Moi, but found non.

I then decided to write a short note to the Avon rep (indicating my door number!) ‘Thanks but NO thanks' was my opening line and I stated why I was not ordering from her. Ok, I know my reason had nothing to do with the models and their shade of skin but I thought for a brand that would make the extra effort of placing their catalogue in my letter box TWICE within a space of 48 hours, having faces that represent the consumer market they are trying to reach isn’t asking for too much. I know some people might say well, they do have other non-cosmetic products in there that’s not skin shade specific. Yeah, yeah I still ain’t buying and it’s got nothing to do with my skin colour either. If you’re asking why, then you must have missed my first paragraph.

I will let you know what my neighbour has to say in response to my rant, if she gets back to me that is.

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Get Caught Reading - The Shack

I had heard a lot about this book months before I finally got my hands on a copy. I think because the subject matter is something I can now relate to, I have to say I was enthralled right from the first sentence.

‘Who wouldn’t be sceptical when a man claims to have spent an entire weekend with God, in a shack no less?’

I tell you what, I would have loved to have an entire hour with God right after I unexpectedly lost my dad a few months ago. I desperately needed answers and for some reason my Sunday school classes and my stint at regular bible study was not helping me understand the whys, hows and the what ifs? So, as I read through the pages of The Shack, I had my ha! moments.

‘Nobody wants God in a box, just in a book. Especially an expensive one bound in a leather with gilt edges or was that guilt edges’

The truth is that one cannot limit God to the good book, or the four walls either. He can reach out to anyone whenever and however he pleases. Thankfully I found some my answers in this fiction written by WM Paul Young to help explain to his kids, his perspective of God. I know this book is not for the legalist or traditionalist.

In his own words…

‘The institutional church doesn't work for those of us who are hurt and those of us who are damaged.’

I have been touched by Mr. Young’s book and wanted to share but not give away the story and spoil it for those who have not read it. What I would say is this, depending on where you’re at, The Shack will either help you to see things from a whole new perspective or be a stumbling block.

The story of how this book got published is also an encouragement for yet to be published writers like myself. All he had was $300 and a few family and friends that believe in him.

I need to get back to writing!