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Michael and Kathie Waters considered themselves average, everyday citizens-that is until a devastating illness swept them into an amazing journey that was anything but average. When an unexpected path unfolded before them, a strange turn of events propelled them into a surprising spiritual awareness. This newfound enlightenment changed everything they thought they knew or understood about the world, and as their bond with those beyond the veil strengthened, long forgotten information was revealed. Based on recollection and long-kept journals, the Bridge to Light and Love tells the Waters’ incredible story in a down-to-earth, honest way.
Genre: BODY, MIND & SPIRIT / Angels & Spirit GuidesWe have five 5-star reviews on Amazon and a very good review on Kirkus Reviews.
My husband went straight to bed, but I wasn't a bit tired, for some reason. I thought I would just put up my feet in the sitting room and meditate for a bit. My cat, Kitty, curled up on the chair across from me. He never was a lap cat, to my dismay. But he was our only pet since our beloved Murphy passed away ten years before. I just couldn't let another dog into my heart; it was too painful. I was never really able to get over it. I pushed the sad memories of him out of my mind and began my meditation ritual.
I had the sensation of something touching me. Had Kitty brushed past my arm? I peeked through the sliver of my eye and I saw something. I opened my eyes wide, and on my left shoulder I could see what looked like feathers. I watched as the feathers slid along the front of my shirt. Thery were long and gray, like owl or hawk feathers. They began wrapping around the front of my torso, like a blanket.
It was a bird wind; a huge bird wing! Bizarre a sight as it was, somehow it did not frighten me. I merelysat there, completely calm. I watched the feathers slide across my chest, to meet my other shoulder. They came to rest, cradling me.
I found it curious, not frightening, and that was odd enough. Instead of freaking out, which would be a normal reaction from me, considering the circumstanes, I looked at them with a kind of fascination. I gazed calmly at my feather-covered shoulder, noticing how the soft looking downy part moved as my breath touched it.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something had moved. The arched bay window before me that looks out into our back yard was gone. I couldn't see the usual white framework of the panes; it was just an empty black archway. Through this opening stepped a man. While I was vaguely surprised, I wasn't panicked or even nervous. No, I was actually pretty relaxed. I seem to recall thinking,
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Italian
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Translated by Fabio Bertoldi
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Portuguese
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Translated by Magno Constantino
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Translated by Socorro Maria de Jesus Rosales Chacon
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