Excerpted from the book Hot Chocolate For The Mystical Soul, which contains many other great stories to fulfill and uplift you. This book can be purchased at amazon.com.

Dying to Know

When I saw my first ghost, I was nine years old, visiting my grandmother in North Carolina.  I was playing on the front porch when an old man appeared.  He was sitting at the opposite end of the porch, fast asleep and snoring loudly.  At first, he startled me, because he hadn’t been there a minute before.  But I couldn’t take my eyes off him.  I was riveted by his every move, and an eerie feeling enveloped my body.  Suddenly, he woke up from his nap, grabbed his chest, and fell right off the porch and onto Grandma’s flower bed.  I rushed over to help him, but when I looked into the flowerbed he had vanished!— READ THE STORY

Two stories from the book, Hot Chocolate For The Mystical Teenage Soul.
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Multidimensional Teen

Our family had only lived in Louisiana for a couple of months when we piled into Mama’s Plymouth Duster and headed back to our home state of North Carolina.  It was the middle of the school year and now I had to be the new kid on the block once again.  I had seen how classmates treated the new kids before, and it wasn’t pretty.  Being horribly shy and a hopeless introvert had its disadvantages for this thirteen-year-old. — READ THE STORY

Two Worlds Collide

As a child I often saw angels and heard their voices.  I didn’t tell my parents about the loving visitors and their guidance, assuming that other children had the same experiences as me.  I loved listening to my nonphysical friends as they shared their unlimited wisdom and insight.  Visiting with these angelic guides was my personal escape from our family’s turmoil. Some how it helped me release a lot of pain of the physical world when I slipped into the magical world of unconditional love. — READ THE STORY