Interview with Lightworker, Caroline Shearer

I met Caroline Shearer on Goodreads, a networking website for booklovers like myself and soon thereafter discovered she had written a novel. I invited her here today to share a little about herself and her novel because she has struck me as someone cast from a different mold, someone who has chosen to create a life filled with magic. In fact, even though I’ve never met Caroline in person, her spirit has a way of touching me all the way down here in Mexico. Let’s find out more about her….shall we?

Your book is called Adventures of a Lightworker: Dead End Date. Do you think of yourself as a Lightworker?

First of all, thank you for the lovely introduction, and I am so happy to be writing on your site, one that is filled with so many beautiful messages! You have such a beautiful soul, and it shows! I am so happy you are choosing to share your thoughts and discoveries with the world!
A lightworker is a soul who chose to help humanity evolve in a positive, loving way. It’s more than just a simple desire to be good or do good; it is someone whose life purpose truly involves helping humanity and teaching love. Watch my career unfold – I’m only just beginning, after all - and you’ll be able to decide if you believe I am a lightworker! And you might even discover you’re one!

Your main character has encounters with spirits and discovers she has psychic abilities. Did you believe in these things before you wrote this novel or did your main character bring them more to your attention as you wrote?

Oh, I very much believed they were real, and still do! In fact, the story itself is fiction, but every single encounter or ability Faith experiences, I have experienced firsthand. I purposefully wanted to write about these abilities in a realistic way because I have the hope that these examples will allow others, and perhaps inspire others, to explore their own abilities. I believe we all can communicate with those on the other side – souls who have been on Earth and angels alike – and I believe we all have natural intuitive abilities. It is simply up to us to allow them and to embrace them – and then choose to use them for good!

How do you, personally, let your imagination positively affect your life?

Imagination is so important! I believe our reality starts in our imagination. And when we are in that imagining state, not only are we manifesting – actively creating our future - but we are most in touch with God and the universal flow of life. When we allow ourselves to tap into that flow, we find life is smoother and happier, and we can understand the “big picture.”
On another level, imagination helps work out problems. When I am faced with a decision or am exploring options, I will play out different scenarios in my mind. Again, through that universal force, I will feel which one is the better course of action for me, at that time. I also believe when we can imagine the blissful feeling of God’s love, it makes it feel more real to us. We have a tendency to get disconnected in our daily lives, and imagining God’s presence can bring us to that wonderful place where we realize the presence of God’s love isn’t imagination, but, rather, reality!

Is there one message you hope your novel, Adventures of a Lightworker will give to the world?

Yes, I hope it will encourage people to open their hearts. Too often, we want to close our hearts because of hurts or fears; we think it is safer or easier to live life this way, when it is truly our soul’s desire to be free and to rise above these earthly concerns. If we each choose to live each day with an open heart, everything falls into place, and life is very beautiful, indeed.

Thank you, Caroline! To support this beautiful lightworker please buy Adventures of a Lightworker: Dead End Date anywhere fine books are sold, follow Caroline on Facebook or Goodreads, and share this post with friends.

May your new year bring you even more magic than last year...with love,Brynne

Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Lightworker-Dead-End-Date/dp/0615339328

Gift Giving Affirmation

My happiness is my greatest gift to others.

Selfishly seek joy, because your joy

is the greatest gift you can give to anyone.

Unless you are in your joy,

you have nothing to give anyway.

--Esther & Jerry Hicks

"And Peace Shall Reign Forever and Ever..." let us all dream it so

Freezing = Cold?

I’m 19, in Berlin, and I’m freezing. So cold my fingers can’t even unravel themselves inside my pockets. My wool coat is sealed around my body like a ziplock baggie—around my neck, around my wrists, around my waist. I walk stiff legged trying to push my hands deeper into my pockets and wonder to myself if all the hoopla to see the crumbling Wall is really worth it. I hate being cold.

I didn’t know it before I arrived but the Berlin Wall wasn’t just one wall. There was the West Berlin Wall and the East Berlin Wall and between the two was the infamous ‘No-Man’s-Land’ with all sorts of nasty things like mines and razor wire. That’s not even counting the towers overlooking its every crevice with machine guns pointed and ready if any East German ever tried to step foot on it. All of this was new to me as I walked along the West German side taking in the graffiti, the tourists clicking photos, the vendors selling pieces of the Wall as souvenirs.

I picked up the pace a bit to try to warm myself up and in a few minutes found myself alone and in front of an enormous hole. And not in the sidewalk, in the Wall. I stopped. And stared. The cement was thick, much thicker than I imagined. I peered through, trying to imagine how it must have felt just a few months before to those who wanted their freedom so badly they were willing to risk their lives, to run through the terrifying ‘No-Man’s-Land’ before me. I saw the East German Wall in the distance. It was a long way away. The towers were still filled with East German guards, guns slung over their shoulders. I shivered. This time a much deeper chill ran through my bones.

I don’t know how long I stood there and stared but it was as if I was unknowingly waiting for something else to happen. I was freezing after all, and stopping to stare at anything was literally painful to me. Until, it happened.

Out of seemingly nowhere a West German police officer appeared to my right. I stepped back to let him pass, the butt of his machine gun narrowly missing my elbow. At that very same moment, I kid you not, an East German police officer with another machine gun slung over his shoulder, passed on the other side of the Wall going the opposite direction.

To this day, I cannot remember who put their hand out first. Was it the East German proclaiming he was now ‘free’ like his counterpart, an equal? Was it the West German welcoming his enemy now as his friend? Whomever it was, the other followed suit—two hands from two warring sides bridging their gap through the very Wall that divided them.

My eyes googled. My neck suddenly grew. My fingers came out of their cozy caves to cover my gaping mouth, to wipe my icy tears. And without even realizing the magnitude of what I had witnessed, my body grew warm. Warm and very, very happy.

For You, Dear Reader

It’s your birthday. You’re turning three. You sit on the couch in the living room as your family and friends light the candles on your cake in the kitchen. You swing your feet, twiddle your thumbs, anything to pretend you aren’t soOO excited for the best part of your birthday to begin. You see the glow from the candles before they make it around the corner. And then…

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear (your name here),
Happy Birthday to you!

Your birthday cake sits on the coffee table in front of you. Everyone you love most in the world stands around you in a circle celebrating you—your birth, your beauty, your unique and wonderful you. They stop for a minute, this very minute, to see you, love you, admire all that is you. They see the flames sparkling in your bright young eyes, reflecting not just your four candles (always one to grow on!) but the joy bubbling up from your heart of hearts. This feels like magic, you think to yourself. And it is. I tell you, it is.

Maybe that’s why when I was three all I wanted for Christmas was a birthday cake. Mom tried to tempt me with a doll, or a new puzzle, even a rocking horse. Nope, nope, nope. All I wanted was a big frosted birthday cake. I can’t remember all these 37 years later what was going through my mind back then. Did I ask for a certain flavor? Mom doesn’t think so. Was I sweet deprived? I doubt it. So what then? Why a birthday cake?

Maybe I wanted to be loved in an intense way, admired, seen, celebrated for who I was. Maybe my brother’s birth, or my father’s new job, or our new house distracted the family. Maybe we all got busy trying to handle the stress of life and we stopped focusing on love. Maybe the three year old girl living in the crumbling farmhouse wanted to bring Christmas back to what really mattered. Maybe she was too young to make a cake for everyone in her family, but not too young to know a feeling and to ask for it for herself. Maybe?

So as I begin to feel the magic of Christmas this year, I remember the birthday cake that sat under the tree for me when I was three. I remember and am reminded that we all secretly (or not so secretly) ache for a love that makes us feel seen, cherished and celebrated. No matter if we are three or 93, its one of those feelings that never loses its magic. So here, dear Reader, a birthday cake with your name on it. From me, to you, with love. You are unique. You are cherished. You are beautiful. I know it right down to my core. Merry Christmas.