Resultados Editorial "Balboa Press" en Ocultismo

It began happening almost immediately. The signs were clear and distinctly familiar. They came through music, dreams, nature and sometimes even strangers. John was communicating from the other side. His death was not the end of our relationship. On the contrary, it revealed a new way of communicating. It was a deepening of the bond that had been forged during twenty years together as a couple and an epic cancer journey. Healing is a spiral and there is no right way to pick up the pieces. There is only your way. And the path appears in the heart of every person who dares to look for it.

Listen to My Wisdom Breathes without trying to know what you’re hearing to allow yourself the freedom to go on a journey of imaginative enlightenment that opens your adventurer’s eyes to having fun. My Wisdom Breathes is written in the first person with minimal punctuation, politically incorrect and grammatically improper, and written to discharge and soar you out of your past to experience your nu now. This is a book written to be carried with you wherever you go, and when you are experiencing a bad day, you can start at any time and expand out of your bad day.

A common theme in life is death. Those who lose someone to death must find a way to continue living. Grief was not something for me to understand or even question. Grief was something I had to experience. For a long time after Ricky’s death, I woke up unable to see the morning sun. Two questions overwhelmed my mind: Why did Ricky die? What am I supposed to do now? One day, the morning sun found me.