My life has been filled with a lot of drama. I was adopted at birth, molested as a 4 year old, date raped at 16 and physically abused by a boyfriend during my college years, which resulted in a fractured skull. I lived in San Francisco during the 1989 earthquake, and survived the fires of the Berkeley Hills in 1991. My father in law dropped dead of a heart attack while visiting our home in 1992 and our daughter was born with her esophagus not attached to her stomach in 1993. Not to mention the death of my husband when I was 37. I could go on, but I won’t. Whenever I’d share a few of these details with people I would always get the same response, “Wow, you should write a book!”
Well, I did. I started writing it soon after my husband, Ian, died from cancer in 2004. It started out as a memoir about my life up until Ian’s death. However, once I met, started dating and ultimately married my second husband, David, I put the book down, wanting to concentrate on all the happiness I was experiencing. For the first time, I felt I could fully embrace life and not dwell on past traumas.
In the fall of 2011, I decided I had to share my story. Since Ian’s death, I’d had such a dramatic shift, having given up accounting, started connecting to angels and the spirit world, and was coaching other people, both individuals and groups.
When I revisited the book this time, I focused the beginning on Ian’s death and my spiritual awakening the very moment he passed. It took me over a year and a half and I’m finally done! I could have never done it without my book coach, Caroline Allen from Art of Storytelling. If you have a desire to write a book, Caroline is the coach for you. My book is currently with my editor for the final polishing with the expected publication to be early summer of this year.
To give you an idea of what I’ve written in my book Art of Living Happy, here is an excerpt about my experience of connecting to the angels:
One of the girls, Barb, lived in London. She came to my home for a visit. We were chatting and she asked me if she could ask the angels a question. I told her I’d have to get a pad and pencil.
“Can’t I just ask the question, and then you just directly tell me the answer? Without writing it down? You know, just speak what they say?”
“I’ve never thought of doing that before. Ok, let’s give it a try.”
We sat on the floor in the guest room, crossed-legged and facing each other. I closed my eyes and said, “Ok, what’s your question?”
Barb said, “I want to know about the direction of my life. Am I on the right path?”
Suddenly, I felt as though a train dropped on top of my head. I felt this huge rush of energy pouring right into that spot.
“Welcome, Barb. We are glad you are here and are very happy to answer your question.” My voice sounded like a robot, mechanical and halting. “We want you to know that you are on your path and that…” The energy wouldn’t stop. My teeth started to chatter and I felt as though I was floating or being lifted off of the ground. My entire body was vibrating and my neck became stiff. No words were coming out; a rush of energy, like a lightning bolt, was coming through the top of my head.
I called out to Barb, “Make them stop! Make them go away!” I tried to push the words out of my mouth, because I felt as though I had no control over my body. “Tell them to go away!”
Barb said, “Stop! Angels, leave Lisa’s body now! She wants you to leave.”
As quickly as the energy rushed in, it rushed out. I felt light-headed and disoriented.
“Oh, my god, Lisa. Are you ok?” Barb asked.
I rubbed my forehead. “Oh God, I’m ok. I just need some water. That was crazy. I’ve never felt that way before. It was a rush, but scary too.”
Having the angel energy enter my body was mind-blowing. When I wrote down their messages on paper, the energy felt lightly connected; yet, when I opened myself up to channel the message through my voice, it was as though I became an untethered live electrical wire. The experience reminded of the time I touched the glowing red wire in a toaster with a knife.
In writing my book my goal was to not only tell my story, but to help support others who happen to find themselves in a similar situation. The more I share my story the more people I am connecting with who have had their own struggle. I had felt so alone and now I’m finding a whole community of people who understand where I have been or who are just starting out and appreciate the support they are finding from my experiences.
I’d love to know if you have ever had a psychic experience? Please leave me a comment below and tell me all about it. I find all of this so fascinating – and the best part is now I get to help people all over the world connect to spirit and help them with any issue that they are dealing with, so they can live a happier life. Let me know how I can help you.
Love and Blessings, ~Lisa