Stories and images
to awaken your
From Out of The Blue is a poetic, consciousness-expanding work of art that is graceful and sacred. A moving collection of personal stories and colour photographs imbued with the higher frequencies of the crystal kingdom, the sacred sites of Hawaii, Grand Canyon, Peru, and the cosmic realms, From Out of The Blue recounts my awakening experiences as I uncover who I am authentically: a multidimensional being creating a new reality through an expanded state of consciousness.
What readers are saying about From Out of The Blue
“The energy of the stories and photographs are absolutely captivating. An other-dimensional book that takes you on a journey outwards and inwards at the same time. I highly recommend this book.” – IG, California
“A most beautiful book that’s fascinating and original. It is a profound and beautifully written and illustrated book and one of the most unique spiritual books I have come across.” – RV, Australia
“Your book has become a beautiful pearl. It helps me and so many others whose souls have chosen to find the way back to their own source in this life.” – MG, Belgium
“Never have I read such a perfect message to introduce a deeply personal writing, at least, not written by a human!” – LM, California
“Your book radiates the most beautiful frequencies, soul invitations, and authenticity of heart.” – MH, Arizona
Book is 68 pages containing 20 stories with 27 full colour photographs. 9.5” x 6.25”.
Hard cover $30 | Soft cover $20 | ebook $12
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From Out of the Blue book excerpt
Mother, Beautiful Mother
The transparent skin on my mother’s hand feels as fragile as tissue paper, bruised purple from the weeklong IV. The long pauses between her breaths lengthen, each one offering her a choice to be released into a new and wondrous realm. Her mother, Rose Fletcher, oversees all that is arising. She stands at my mother’s bedside as wispy light, a patient sentinel guiding her soul’s journey. Three golden angelics in the form of energetic spheres accompany her.
I watch the pulse in my mother’s arched neck, each heartbeat divinely synchronized with the flickering sign outside her hospital room window. As I rest back in my chair by her bedside, I see a neon sign on the neighbouring building that reads “Manulife.” When I lean in closer to my mother only the word “life” can be seen through the window. Dusk arrives, the sky darkens, and the sign begins to flicker. The word “life” sputters off and on, yet even in the evening’s fading light it is always visible. “There is only life, and the impending death that fills the room now is a mere illusion,” Rose conveys.
The sky opens for just a moment, and the brilliant sinking sun is caught by a glass office tower a block away. Three golden orbs illuminate the face of the building, replicating the angelics who are watching over my mother. She cannot fathom just how protected and loved she is in this moment. She has chosen not to see all that envelops her, all that holds her as precious. I place her hand between mine and transmit the mantra I have used to soothe my own fear: “You are safe, you are protected, you are loved.” I repeat this truth until it transmutes into the Om Namah Shivaya chant that always arises from deep within whenever sacredness is about to reveal itself. “My mother, my beautiful mother,” words that are finally safe to say aloud.
My visitation today has been divinely orchestrated, ensuring this essential healing could unfold. The hospital gown, mask and gloves I am required to wear secretly create a brief opening for us to safely connect rather than act as the sanitized barrier they are intended to be. Even my mother’s state of semiconsciousness is a requirement, a gift of silence that unfurls our protected hearts so our earthly mother-daughter contract can be peacefully brought to a close.