Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

September 9, 2006

Today’s announcements

Carol,

Would you ask the wonderful folks on Storytime to say a prayer for my cousin. Her name is Nancy and she was just diagnosed with cancer. Thank you, Sharon Bryant: 1946@bellsouth.net

Now onto the good stuff!

Today’s Queue Stories

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Revelation Brings Brand New Insights

Martha Jette |

When a sudden revelation unfolds in the mind, it is as if the soul has opened itself to knowledge that was heretofore unavailable. Throughout history, various sensitive spirits have received revelations, from Ezekiel and the apostle John in the Bible, to Nostradomus and such modern day psychics as James Van Prague and Sylvia Browne.

For most of us, revelations never come to mind. In fact, most people don't even consider the possibility. All my life I have searched for answers to life's mysteries and have read countless books. Little did I know that I would wake up one morning with an awareness like I'd never had before.
Over the past year, I had been talking to my angels. I know they are there, even if I can't see them. I know this, because I have heard them. One night as I got into bed and began saying my prayers, I heard the most wonderful singing and instrumentals I had ever heard. Of course, I thought perhaps a neighbor was playing the music or maybe it came from a car in the parking lot. After inspecting both of these possibilities, I could not determine the origin of the music. It seemed to be both above and all around me at the same time.

I had heard of this phenomenon in one of Sylvia Browne's book, but never imagined that I would be so truly blessed as to be able to hear the music of the angels. And I can't describe it exactly, except to say that it sounded unearthly and like nothing I had ever heard before. This amazing phenomenon has occurred twice in the past year. The second time, I knew right away that the angels were back, so I just lied back in bed and let their sweet melodies permeate my very soul. What an amazing feeling of peace overcame me!

As I said, I had spent the last year talking to my angels as if they were right in the room with me, because I truly believe they hear every word. I also believe that they love me and are with me to help me along my path of self-discovery. I had been asking them questions and hoping to learn new insights into how the world of spirit operates in this overwhelmingly earth-based dimension of reality. When I woke up one morning not so long ago, I was stunned that the angels had revealed something I really wanted to know.

My question had to do with the spirit world and why some places seem to echo the lives of past residents. For example, if one was to enter a 150-year-old home, the chances that you would hear paranormal noises and/or voices are extremely high. Was this evidence of actual spirits being present or was it a matter of imprints. Imprints are impressions or a residue of sorts left in a space after the actual inhabitants are long gone. Like lightening, I woke up with awesome new insights.

While some places may have actual resident ghosts, it is much more likely that what you hear at a "haunted" location is an imprint. This is caused by the residual energy left behind by a person. It is necessary to think of this world as a hologram in which everything is recorded. And that recording can be heard over and over again throughout time. Often people claim to hear the sounds of battle, screaming and shouting in major sites where wars have taken place. Even some of those left behind in the Tsunami claimed they could hear the voices of loved ones on the beach.

While this made sense to me, I immediately thought to pick up my Bible. For some reason, I like to think the Bible will back up any new insights. Jesus and other Bible authors spoke about the importance of words and what we say. He and others also noted that everything is recorded in heaven. Then I recalled a near-death experience I had about 8 years ago. I was put through a life review, which appeared before me like a huge movie screen. Everything I had said or done was captured in this for lack of a better word, "documentary" of my life. Good, bad and ugly; I had to watch it all. Then I thought further on this.

If everything is recorded and replayed back to us after we pass over to the heavenly dimension, it is no wonder that we must be careful what we say. The words that come out of our mouths are often said, without enough forethought. And sometimes, we can be downright nasty. How many of you have ever chatted it up about someone behind his or her back? Well, they just might get a replay of that one day. One thing is for sure. You will! So the bottom line is that we must chose our words carefully. Not only do they reflect who we are, they may come back to haunt us one day!

Martha Jette

jettemartha@hotmail.com

Martha Jette is an author/editor from Hamilton, Ontario with four 

published books. For more information, please visit: 

http://www.freewebs.com/paranormalbooks. 

For her latest release, Playing With The Devil, go to: 

http://www.angelfire.com/planet/pwtd.

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Poetry Section

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Dear Dad

Rosanne Catalano

Dad, I want to tell you

how much you meant to me

When you took me by the hand

oh how I loved you so

a little girl I was...

You took me in your arms

for the first dance with your daughter,

and even though you directed me

a young woman I was...

I took you in my arms,

told you I loved you

not knowing it would be the last time

you heard those words

an adult woman I was...

Though I always told you I love you,

I may not have told you of all the wonderful memories

of growing up with you as my dad;

Memories that continue to flood into my mind...

I remember the fun things you did

with your children --

my brother, my sister and I.

The roller-coaster ride in your little Corvair

that made all three of us scream with delight

While going up and down those hills you drove upon,

telling us kids not to be afraid that you were, after all, a bus driver

and the safest driver around ... what fun that day turned out to be!

Now just memories of the little boy you never got to be

in that orphanage you grew into manhood in

but were for us three

I still miss thee and wish our Father above

hadn't called you home with your brothers and sisters

who went before...

I love you forever and ever more

and my heart is still breaking so...

My dearest Daddy and War Hero

Ctrosanne@aol.com

Copyright June 2006 by Rosanne Catalano

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Will I Live To See Tomorrow?
 A Pray Against Terrorize

Will I live to see tomorrow
For I saw your face today
I will never let you take me
Or lose my soul in anyway

I read about you in the papers
I look at the fear in your eye's
I have been on the plane of terror
In the bombs and every cry

I look at our county
In a world I will not lie
For I AM the people
I will never die

Will I live to see tomorrow
I have seen brave solders
Lose their lives
But I pray for every man and women
Children who kneel and pray
God I will never let them take my freedom
Or give my soul away.

I hear the words of a great hockey player
As he helped his fellowman
Take back a plane
Even though he would never
See his loved one's again

I see myself in flames
Will I live to see tomorrow
For if I die, it will be in freedoms name
I may see terror, but my heart will forever live on
I AM the voice of peace,
And I will carry on.

Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet

LINDA11231949@AOL.COM

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THEY  WENT  THAT-A-WAY

Ron Gold

Buck Jones, Hoot Gibson and shrewd Tim McCoy,

Matinee idols for an American boy.

God fearing.   Right fighting.  Inspiring joy.

Buck Jones, Hoot Gibson and strong Tim McCoy.

A rancher’s been run-off.  The sheriff’s grown slow.

The schoolmarm’s in danger.  The stagecoach won’t show.

A mad mob’s lynch happy.  Fast outlaws in town

Could never keep my screen heroes down.

They’d out-draw bad gunmen.  Rope cowpokes who’d steal.

And bring peace and honor at the end of the reel.

Our times sure have changed some.  Our problems have, too.

We’re too weary and gun-shy to know what to do.

We fear our own chaos.  Our power to destroy

The world and the dreams of a now graying boy

Who sought truth and justice and found strength and joy

In Buck Jones, Hoot Gibson and wise Tim McCoy.

Ron Gold

OUTTHINKRESUMES@AOL.COM

Readers Feedback

Wow, Carol. I hope you are not stuck in an apt yet that keeps causing problems.

Sounds like you had your share. It must have been tough having to keep calling

the bailiffs. Jene Lind.

Dear, I can't believe what bozos those former renters of your apartment must have been!  And what unsavory characters they had as boyfriends. Hopefully, with time this will all melt away and you can truly enjoy the lovely apartment you finally found.

Love,

Barb

It Happened Again – Carol Roach - I get phone calls like that all the time.  Asking over and over for the same person.  I've had this phone number for FOURTEEN years.......now how long does it take for someone to get the message???? After a while it quits.  I hope. Sharon

Carol,
   I am sorry to hear about the problems at your new place.  I am glad though that you won't be walking the stairs in the winter anymore. I think that part of your problem may be computer related.  With everything on computers these days nothing ever gets changed or erased.  I pray that eventually these collectors will just right it off as a loss and
leave you alone.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

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