From the Author
Ithappened one summer...
Agood friend of mine--I'll call her Piper since I followed her blindly into theobscure world of the believe-it-or-not--invited me to attend a conference.
Weworked together in the corporate world, so when she explained that it was aspiritual retreat and that it would be a week of new and unusual experiences, Itook her at her scientific word. And thus began my first "encounter"with weird, sort of exciting, and somewhat scary phenomena.
Wearrived at the somewhat deserted college campus a day early because Piper wasteaching a workshop, her first, and she was concerned that everything be inplace before she began to teach.
WhilePiper and I unloaded the car, a woman in a wheelchair approached us, waving,smiling, and obviously happy to see Piper. Nitya was introduced to me as agifted visionary and teacher. I only saw a curly head of blond hair and a greatdeal of energy packed into a tiny body. She seemed...normal, and sincevisionary stuff was bogus, I innocently went through the nice-to-meet-youroutine.
Nityahad just begun to practice angelic alignment work and wanted to share thisexperience with Piper. Immediately.
I,totally new to metaphysical work, naively accepted their invitation to watchthe process of Piper's allignment. We were able to use an unoccupiedsitting area furnished with a sofa and some chairs. Piper took a seat on thesofa, Nitya facing her in the wheelchair.
Notwanting to intrude, I took a chair off to the side, curled up and settled in,eyes wide open, to watch my first metaphysical demonstration. As Nitya began towork, breathing and weaving her arms around Piper in a complex and quitebeautiful choreography, my thoughts went awry: This is really strange. Whatthe heck am I doing here? Should I leave? And then the biggie--Would I miss somethingimportant if I left?
Myassigned dorm room was across campus, in a huge unoccupied building and escapeseemed a better option than hanging around these strange people. I tried toslid to the edge of the chair in preparation for a unobtrusive exit, but mybody was suddenly too heavy to move.
Itold myself that my muscles had turned to lead because my body knew it would berude for me to just walk out. Truth: the room seemed to be moving and I was tooscared to twitch, much less get up and leave, and if I was being held there,paralyzed by the scene in front of me, I seriously didn't want to know it.
Thiswhole demo business had become way more paranormal than I bargained for.
Theroom seemed to become lighter and brighter, and I noticed a peculiar pressurebuilding in my head. The cold chill of fear slithered through my body. Icouldn't leave. Couldn't even move. Time had been suspended. Well, maybe notsuspended, but definitely something funky was going on.
Itried to talk myself through it: You can handle this. It's a little strange,but nothing that unusual. And remember, this is a spiritual conference andthings are supposed to be slightly different from the ordinary.
Nityabegan to chant. From my scared speechless perspective, this was nothing shortof a miracle--to be able to produce musical sounds, seemingly out of the blue,while she waved her hands around and the room turned icy cold. Not. Normal.Nope, we'd done gone and moved into someplace "other."
AndI wanted out.
Notthat I could move, but still.
Andwhy did Piper and Nitya seem to be all cozy and comfortable? How come theyweren't freezing their butts off ? My mind played with the scientific fact thatit was August--in North Carolina--and hot enough to whip up some barbeque on thesidewalk. Too. Weird.
Ishut my eyes and pretended I was home with a normal kitchen where I could poura Diet Coke and read a good romantic mystery.
Myeyes fluttered open to discover a very large angel hovering around Piper.
HadI fallen asleep? Was this "situation" some kind of surreal dream?
Myeyes snapped shut and I took inventory. Breathing? Check. Shivering? Check.Sane? Nope. I'd lost it.
Isucked in a breath and opened my eyes. Sure enough there was an angel--ghostlypale energy, human body shape (more or less), glistening, vibrating, flowing,peaceful, bright--everything human art depicts except for the wings. No wings.More like energetic arms that seemed to surround Piper. And no halo. Howcould it be an angel without a halo?
Whew.Had me fooled there for a minute. I did not see angels. Angels belonged inheaven, safely tucked away where God could keep an eye on them.
Asa kid I thought it would be cool to see my Guardian Angel. Say hi, whatever.But I wasn't a kid anymore and this was what? My imagination inoverdrive?
Iexplained it to myself: You're stressed from work and haven't been gettingenough sleep. This is just a minor breakdown that'll be over as soon as they'redone playing with...uh...whatever it is they're doing. Then you can laugh abouthow you imagined seeing angels and chalk it up to your newly developedmetaphysical imagination.
Theydid finish. And I could move, but not with a whole lot of umph in my step.
Oddlyenough, our after-party conversation wasn't focused on teasing me about myimagined "sight." It was a profound and genuine sharing of theirexperiences in this work of the angels.
Threethings passed through my mind, none of them comfortable. I had to sleep, bymyself,in that empty building across campus. I was scheduled for a private sessionwith Nitya in two days. My life would never be normal (Sanity is overrated,right?) again.
About the Author
As tothe "writing," well, that started when I was eight and penned myfirst book on pink construction paper with a purple crayon. It was a romancethat involved a princess, and although I remember very few details about theplot, I do remember that it was illustrated and there was music and dancinginvolved.
Atabout the same time I created my first story, I discovered Nancy Drew and mylove for reading was born. It has only grown over the years, and I am rarelywithout a huge to-be-read stack, and a book within easy reach.
Nowdays I write women's fiction and young adult novels. All of my stories combineromance, mystery, and paranormal elements. The paranormal, because it's a hugepart of my life, the adventure and romance because I haven't ever outgrown myearly reading adventures with Nancy, Ned, Bess and George.
I live in the frozen north with my husband, whoseTBR stack is taller than mine, and two felines who have been known to addentire pages to a manuscript without telling me.