The new book I’m now writing is basically a story based on my own experiences, but maybe some of you can offer your own. You know how as you develop yourselves as healers, you seem to dissolve, to be less aware of your physical form? Particularly, I suppose, if you travel long distances out-of-body to help. As you become more aware of the part you play in the vastness, you feel less stuck in your body. Death is just as comfortable as life, and some of those walls fall away. So this story is about a healer who identifies less and less with her little self; and so after her body dies, she just steps out of it. Keeps right on healing. People find her garden is haunted, but not in a scary way, and ever more people come to her for help. – I would be happy to hear your own stories of feeling less dense, more ethereal in your highest moments, if these are not too personal to share.
Thank you in advance.