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Volume 9 Issue 1 ISSN# 1708-3265



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 		Divine Gifts
by Julie Hoyle

As a child, I was graced with a colourful palette of divine gifts, which included out-of-body experiences and proof that life continues after death and beyond. I was also challenged with having to learn whether, when and how to share these gifts. One example of this dilemma occurred when I was nine years old. Early one morning, I floated out of my body, through the bedroom window and down into the back yard to find my grandfather standing between what appeared to be two angels. As I approached, I began to cry. Sensing my fear my grandfather gently told me, "Don't be upset, I'm not going to take you with me. I have come to say goodbye." Then he whispered, "Take care of your brothers and baby sister," before slowly floating up and disappearing into light.

At school I felt the palpable presence of my grandfather and on arriving back home, I knew what to expect. My mother was there to meet me urging, "Be quiet, your father is very upset. Your grandfather died early this morning." Although I wanted to comfort my father, I was afraid of sharing what I had experienced in case I had somehow been an accomplice to my grandfather's death and would get into trouble. Later, as an adult, when I eventually shared this with my father, he said, "I wish you'd told me. I wish you'd told me. I wish you'd told me."

Years later while living on New Providence in the Bahamas, dear friends lost their four-year-old son in a drowning accident. Blond, bright-eyed and bubbling with life, Taylor had been running around the perimeter of the pool while his parents were inside, unpacking after a day out boating. Taylor could swim well. He had been taking lessons ever since he was able to crawl and he loved the water but that day, he tripped over a hose, hit his head on the tile and fell unconscious, face down into the pool. By the time he was discovered he was close to death, finally succumbing a few days later.

The trauma of this event was overwhelming and his family was inconsolable. Having learned from the words of my father, I shared my experiences of life after death in the hope of offering solace. Then unexpectedly a couple of weeks later, Taylor came to visit with his own, more personal message.

In a lucid dream, I found myself standing alone in a vast, light-filled space. Suddenly Taylor bounced in. Overjoyed, I said, "Taylor, how wonderful to see you! How are you?" Jumping up and down he replied, "Oh, fine. Tell Mommy and Daddy I love the tree." With that, he turned and skipped away as suddenly as he had arrived and I was rapidly pulled back to waking. This time, I knew I had to convey the message and a short while later I phoned Taylor's father John.

Making sure to describe every aspect, gesture and detail as accurately as I could, there was a long silence, then drawing a deep breath, John told me, "After Taylor's funeral my wife Anne and I flew out to our home in North Carolina. It was a place Taylor absolutely loved. We decided to buy a small tree as a way of honouring Taylor's life planting it in the exact spot Taylor had loved to play. Then we found a carpenter and commissioned him to make a plaque inscribed with the words, 'TAYLOR'S TREE.'

Taylor's gift to his parent's and to me was priceless. For his parents, here was authentic proof that Taylor was aware of their prayers, intentions and actions, and for me, Taylor helped me find my voice.

A short while later, my husband Tony and I were visiting New Mexico with a plan to relax, visit art galleries and attend a local church. However, during the early hours of Easter Sunday, in a lucid dream I began to hear the distant howls of someone sobbing and praying with desperate intensity.

Following the sound, I was rapidly transported to the home of Jessie, a teaching colleague. Jessie was pacing up and down, tears streaming down her face and I knew she had received a possible terminal diagnosis. Without saying a word, I stepped forward and embraced her cradling her in my arms. Synchronizing my ingoing and outgoing breath with hers, I began visualizing light entering her heart, along with the sound of Om. After some time, I saw a knotty, dark energy dissolve, then Jessie relaxed into peace and I was drawn back to waking.

On the way to my classroom, a week later Jessie passed by on an adjacent walkway calling out, "Good morning, Julie." I responded, "Good morning, Jessie. How are you?" When she replied, "Fine, fine," I spontaneously inquired, "How are you really?" With that, Jessie ran over, pulled me aside and divulged, "Terrible. The day before the Easter holiday, I was diagnosed with a lump in my breast. The doctor said it could be malignant. I had tests done, but because of the holiday, I have not been able to get the results. I told no one. Instead I stayed up all night on Saturday praying to Jesus to help me."

Listening in awe, I knew the importance of responding with words aligned with Jessie's Baptist beliefs: describing the lucid dream as a meeting 'in the Spirit' and OM as 'the Light of God.' Her eyes widened as I concluded with the reassurance, "You are going to be fine. You are going to be fine." By then, Jessie's mouth was hanging open. All she could offer was, "But you don't know me. You don't know me like that. This is incredible. How could you know my personal life in this way?" Three days later, she came to my classroom to let me know her test results had come back. Despite the doctor's initial warning, Jessie told me he had relayed the news, "The growth is not malignant. You are going to be fine. You are going to be fine."

We are all graced with our own unique palette of divine gifts. They come in all shapes, sizes, colours and forms and they are abundantly ours. Whether and how we use them is key. We can let them remain dormant and unused or we can nurture, cherish and value them as a way of serving and supporting others. Essentially, this is why we are here. We are here to silently bow to, honour and serve the divine in each other and to let the light of our own unique spirit guide the way.


Julie is a natural intuitive, writer, artist and transpersonal hypnotherapist who lives on Grand Bahama Island. Her profound spiritual awakening and the unfolding of unity consciousness is detailed in her book, 'An Awakened Life - A Journey of Transformation' at: www.anawakenedlife.org

For information about the work of 'True Alignment' and the 'Living in Alignment' online course go to: www.livinginalignment.org

Here are a few more sites you may want to visit: Twitter and her blogs: http://truealignment.blogspot.com and http://anawakenedlife.blogspot.com

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