About 15 years ago, when my mother lay dying, I shared a vision with her, and the Sister that was in charge of the nursing home. I cried for weeks, because I could not believe it, nor did I feel that I should be able to witness this magnificent gift.. Finally, I was motivated by various circumstances, beginning with a friend who kept telling me he was writing a book. He would ask, " Why don't you write a book?"
Since this was the most momentous event in my life, I spun a yarn around the event of my mother's death, and the death of my daughter Karen. It is a hopeful book for those that are dying, and for those that fear dying. It is a book of love, between man and woman, the self and God, told in dreams and visions, sprinkled with songs of the times, going back to the 1940's and 1950's.
Since this was the most momentous event in my life, I spun a yarn around the event of my mother's death, and the death of my daughter Karen. It is a hopeful book for those that are dying, and for those that fear dying. It is a book of love, between man and woman, the self and God, told in dreams and visions, sprinkled with songs of the times, going back to the 1940's and 1950's.
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