For about a week now, I have been attempting to have a visit with Brad (not real name) who was a piano student of mine when he was a young boy. I recently learned that Brad passed away from suicide over a decade ago. I loved that child and was overcome with feelings of remorse. Could I have done something, something more, when the child sat on my piano bench? Could I have made a difference that would have saved his life later, when he was a young man with a little boy of his own?
Knowing his family has suffered horrendously from this loss, I asked God and I asked Brad, if they were willing, for a visit. Could I help Brad? Did he have any message he would like passed on to his loved ones? I apologized to Brad, for asking this of him, if he had no desire for contact with me. Then I prayed, “God you know I only desire contact with those of your light and those who also desire contact with me. If Brad does not desire this, then okay. But please send someone else who does. You know my list of people I love to visit with.” My Dad always tops this list.
Daddy is usually a man of few words. He seldom speaks. But last night he came for a visit and talked with me! “Now, that you’re divorced, you will have to support yourself. With all that education, what kind of job do you think you will do?”
At this I thought, What? I don’t have a lot of big, fancy degrees. I guess I have taken a lot of classes, though. But, I didn’t say this to Dad. I just said, “I’ve been thinking about that. Perhaps I could be like an advisor in a high school.”
Next thing I remember from the dream, I was working in a high school and Brad had just transferred to that high school. I was surprised to see how he had grown and changed. He had grown his hair to below the shoulder. It was straight and had darkened to a dirty blonde color. Skipping his classes, he sat outside the school, in a snowbank. I went out to him, hugged him several times and told him, “I love you, dear boy.” While inviting him back inside where we could talk in a private office, I fully expected his resistance. However, with an expressionless face, he agreed.
This dream visit ended before we ever discussed his problem. But I am so grateful for this first visit! Perhaps next time we will get into his problems.
After waking from this visit, I had a realization: God only allows spirits of his Holy White Light to visit with me. Brad is in his Holy White Light! Brad has been healed! And I praise a merciful God for this.
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As a toddler, Sue Baumgardner made up stories for herself looking at books she could not read and later spun tales for her younger sisters. After she had her own children, she told them tales and eventually wove a new pattern into the fabric of their lives. As the three sat together, one would begin with a story idea of her own. She spoke perhaps a paragraph or two or three, then pointed to the next who would take up the thread and continue with her own evolution of the story line passed to her, until she pointed to the next. The third person wove her own ideas into the story progression. After the three each had a turn, anyone could end the story, in their turn, whenever it felt complete to them.
After her children were adults, Sue studied writing, first poetry and then prose. After six semesters in adult education, she was thoroughly hooked on the story art form. Sue continued with dozens of classes, seminars and writing retreats. She studied writing and publishing under the likes of James Patterson, Peter Behrens, and Mark Dawson.
As a contributor to the Discover Maine Magazine, Sue received her first check for her prose.
Her poetry has been published in The Aurorian.
She has six of her paperbacks along with four ebooks published. They include fiction and nonfiction for adults and fiction for Middle Readers.
Her very first publishing though began with Greeting Card Universe, where Sue’s greeting cards with verse are sold across the world.
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