There's an Angel in my Computer E-Book

Carol Gino

• Herausgeber: aaha! Books
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Serie: Straight Talk from the Spirit
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 141

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

This is the story of one woman's quest for a Divine Vision and the unexpected ways in which her prayers were answered. It is an introduction as well as an advanced exploration of the dance between spirit and soul, shared in a clever, heartwarming, and humorous way.
When Carol finds her consciousness shifting during the months of healing following a cerebral hemorrhage (or what she calls "the brain blitz") in the left hemisphere of her brain, it concerns her, terrifies her and also intrigues her. That is when she discovers unknown abilities emerging, and begins to hear the voice of her own higher-self in the form of a whimsical, mischievous, angel named, Rashana. It is through this communication between her spirit and soul, that Carol reinvents herself and reframes the reality in which she lives. In this wise and witty dialogue that began at her computer's keyboard, we witness the development of a relationship that reveals many of the answers we all search for. Where we would ordinarily be limited by our "still, small voice", Rashana rushes through the opened doorway of Carol's mind with feathers and sparkle-dust flying. Her blue, wrinkled "angel dress" completes the picture, ensuring she appears just as Carol would expect - being an angel of Creative Communication, of course!
A book that explores both path and purpose and shows us a space inside all of us, where the soul can touch the heart of God.
Carol Gino offers her personal journey with amazing honesty and hope.

Leseprobe

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There’s an Angel in my Computer

Straight Talk From Spirit Book 1

Carol Gino

Published by aaha! Books

New York and Texas

www.carolgino.com

www.aahabooks.com

Copyright © 2011 Carol Gino

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written permission of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

Cover design: Aldren Gamalo

ISBN 13-PB: 9781936530007

ISBN 13-ePUB: 9781936530014

ISBN 13-Kindle: 9781936530021

Library of Congress Number: 2010903794

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

Prologue

First Contact

About the Author

To all who listen for the whispers of the soul

Prologue

The panoramic view of life doesn’t only happen at the moment of death. It happens during every big change, every great grief, in any exquisitely beautiful moment. That’s how it always was for me, anyway. Suddenly slices of my life play like a slide show on my inner projection screen, complete with sensation and emotion, and I can see my whole life unfolding with a chilling clarity.

The vision. I’m sure it began when I was a little kid and said my bedtime prayers without supervision or guidelines. Now that I’m grown up, I realize that little kids should never be allowed to pray alone. They’re too sincere, too committed and they make lousy deals.

But I was a difficult child to stop once I set my heart on something. Even at seven, I was a mini-zealot. Each night, as I kneeled next to my bed, head down, hands pressed tightly together, eyes squeezed shut as I had seen in all the pictures of young saints, my voice filled with emotion as I pleaded, “Dear Lord, could I please have a vision and be a saint, like Bernadette?” Even then I was a big reader. I had memorized the stories of all small saints or children with visions. And I was competitive. Each of them knew they were being called, each of their souls had been touched by God. So every night after I prayed, I waited and listened for the “call.”

Night after night, I heard nothing. I would try to be patient but finally, disappointed, I’d take a deep breath and crawl into bed. I kept my eyes closed for what seemed like forever, fighting sleep, as I searched my “soul” to see if I was worthy–just as I’d been taught to by the nuns at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic school.

I kept the faith and said my nightly prayers for years in the face of God’s silence. By the time I was nine, I figured I needed a new strategy. I was ready to renegotiate. “Dear God, if I can’t be a saint, then I’d like to at least be a nun. Forget the Prince, I’m okay with being married to God.” I almost swooned with the mystery and romance of it all. Still, I heard nothing. I was a tenacious child, so I continued to bargain. “But if You are already married to too many nuns, then I’d like to be a lawyer.”

Though time passed, I kept my resolve. Then one night when I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, I offered my version of surrender. “Whatever You choose for me, is fine with me. But if its true that I have free will like they say in the Bible, and I have a real choice about my life, I’d like to have a vision and I’d like to experience everything, if you don’t mind.”

My sister, Barbara, on the other hand, was a realist. She loved harmony and beauty, but had no use for visions. Four years younger than me, she understood from the beginning that I was asking for trouble. As I prayed for a vision, she kneeled right next to me and prayed, “God, when my sister gets her vision, could I not have one, please?”

Barbara was less dramatic and less driven than I was, but certainly just as fervent. Visions held none of the fascination for her that they did for me. I thought it was because she was younger, and she didn’t get it yet. She was brought up on stories of the animal kingdom, Italian food and the beauty of nature, while I was fed philosophy, religious myth and fairy tales.

Each night at the dinner table I listened to my father, rapt, so enchanted that I could hardly chew, as he read another story or parable from the Bible, or a chapter of the Harvard classics on Heraclitus, Plato or some other great philosopher, while my sister rolled her peas around her plate bored to tears. The words of those Greek philosophers were so much more sacred than any words the parish priest spoke from the pulpit at Sunday Mass.

Well, it took some time but God answered my prayers and filled my life with everything. It didn’t occur to me at seven that everything included both the good and the bad Still, life is full of surprises. And the one surprise I want to share with you in this journal is how I finally got my vision and how creative the universe is in answering prayers.

First Contact

The day I met Rashana began like any other, I swear it did. I made regular tea rather than decaffeinated that morning, and I confess I sprinkled a little refined sugar on my oat bran cereal, but honestly, that’s it. I did no drugs.

After I’d skimmed the newspaper–skimmed, because there’s only so much bad news I can take before I start my day–I took my tea into the study and sat down at my computer. I was working on a magazine article, “Sex in Marriage: The New Way.” I turned on some music, a soft rendition of Pachabel–I’ve found that music often stimulates my creativity. Before I started to type, though, I decided to check my email.

I had just started to read a few messages from friends, when an Instant Message interrupted me.

Dearest Cranberry,

I would like permission to contact you regularly and transmit some information from Home. Do you accept?

Love and Light,

Rashana

Cranberry? I thought, laughing to myself. Cute screen name, but it wasn’t mine. I figured that someone had mixed up my email address with Cranberry’s. So I typed the following message.

To Whom It May Concern,

I’m afraid there’s been a mistake and that you’ve contacted someone other than “Cranberry.” Better search for the correct email address and try again. Good Luck!

Before I knew it another message appeared on my screen.

Dearest Joyful Jaybird,

I would prefer to be addressed by my proper name rather than “To Whom It May Concern.” You know it concerns me or I would not have contacted you. In case you’ve forgotten, my name is Rashana. I have been working on this project for several time sequences and only need your permission to continue and connect. There has been no mistake.

Love & Light,

Rashana

I tried to think. I was sure I didn’t know anyone called Rashana. Even if we’d only met at a party or a conference, a name like that wouldn’t just slip my mind. I was certain it was a mistake.

Rashana,

Forgive me, but I’m embarrassed to admit that I don’t remember you. Could you refresh my memory about where we met? And then could you explain what I can do for you?

My Dear Sight Unseen,

The reason I am trying to contact you is precisely because you don’t remember me. I’d like to reintroduce myself so we can continue the journey we planned together before this life at hand. I want to offer something that I’ve been trying to give you for quite a while, but I have been unable to get your attention before now.

Love and Light,

Rashana

I searched my memory. No Rashana, I was certain. I went all the way back to the kids I knew in grade school, but Rashana wasn’t something that people in the mostly white, middle-class Long Island town of Lindenhurst named their kids. I typed again....

Dear Rashana,

I am certain there is some mistake. But I’m often certain of things and still not right so I’d like to try to help correct it. Could you identify yourself a little more clearly? It’s hard to recognize a person without any physical description and without being able to see him or her. And could you tell me your last name?

Dearest Sharp as a Tack,

Physical description? YOU are my face and my physical presence. That’s the point. Last name? The name RASHANA was given to me by the All-Knowledge when I began. It represents a vibration or a frequency. RASHANA is all that I am, except for you, of course.

Lighter Love,

Rashana

Rashana,

Is this some sort of joke?

Dearest Precious Puzzle Piece,

I asked the Thirteenth Master the same question. He/She assured me that this was all part of a Greater Plan. You included.

The Thirteenth Master? My imagination went wild. After all, the media was always warning us about all the terrible things that could befall those who surfed the net. I was getting nervous. All I needed was to find myself mixed up with some terrorist group. My family would never forgive me. I’d have to ask straight out.

Rashana,

Do you belong to some secret organization? Are you from a foreign country? And if so, is it a democracy and a friend of the United States?

Dearest Patriotic Soul,

What a wonder you are. Here I am sitting at the Computer of Manifestation transmitting from the University of Higher Thought and you want to know where I’m from. I am a Creative Spirit and my specialty now is Creative Communication. As for our relationship? I am your Higher Self. An appropriate metaphor which may comfort you and not frighten you? From a belief system that is familiar? An Angel.

Your Spirit,

Rashana

I should have known. All that Love and Light stuff from someone I didn’t even know. Probably some New Age nut, distracting me from my work. I was open to the idea of angels. It wouldn’t even be my first encounter with an angel—if that’s what Rashana really was. But as much as I liked my Mac computer, I didn’t think they made software that could communicate with higher realms. Besides, Rashana wasn’t acting like an angel. It was hard enough to write about Sex and Marriage without this. I’d have to put an end to it.

Rashana,

First of all, it’s It’s my understanding that angels are perfect. That means they are considerate, polite, compassionate and have higher wisdom. You’ll forgive me if I say you sound kind of pushy to me.

Dearest Disenchanted Soul,

I’ve tried all those other aspects to no avail. Besides, “pushy” is a judgment call, and so is “perfect.” Some angels are so perfect they don’t make judgments, but if I were one of those, you wouldn’t be a soul on earth at this time. And as long as we’re sharing our feelings, I must tell you that I have been trying for years to get your attention. The human race is in great difficulty now because too many souls are unaware of their higher connections. Each of us here on the spirit realm is trying, with great effort, I might add, to share with our souls on Earth the wisdom that will help them evolve and aid in the evolution of Mother Soul Earth.

Greater Love & Light,

Rashana.

The phone rang then and I jumped, but it was just somebody trying to sell me a new computer. Another computer? Who knows who’ll be in that one? At least Rashana, whoever she was, had some interesting ideas, even if they were a bit delusional. I could live with that. I’d worked as a nurse in mental institutions and some of the biggest crazies I’d met had great truths to tell and interesting perspectives on life, so I decided to go with it and explore the possibilities. I typed again.

Rashana,

If I assume you’re telling the truth, how did you get stuck in my computer?

Dearest Dense Matter,

Stuck? Stuck? I am assuming that you don’t know that “stuck” is one of the greatest insults to a Spirit of Light. “Stuck” is stagnant, not moving, not flowing and not learning and growing, therefore it is the only “evil,” if you will, to those of a higher nature. I am not “stuck” in your computer any more than a TV newscaster is stuck in your TV. I am using the silicon chip to make contact, to create a bridge between my realm and yours, in the only way that you seem to be able to recognize. And on second thought, I must also take exception to you calling me pushy. It is only Masters of Illusion or earthbound souls who invade a person’s space without their knowledge or permission.

I have identified myself as being from the Light, from the Thirteenth Master–or “God,” as you on Earth like to call the Highest Lit One. I have tried for decades to encourage you to meditate, pray, and go inside your heart to find this wisdom. I have been patient but unsuccessful in all these attempts and so I have been forced to be creative in my communications. If I was “pushy” and “stuck” as you say, I would have just entered your consciousness, but that is not my nature. In fact, you are straining our relationship by making a spirit of my nature haunt you.

Even Greater Love,

Rashana

Okay, so now I had insulted someone I didn’t even know and I felt bad about it. It could be somebody living alone somewhere, completely isolated, who had just gone a little crazy. After all my years of nursing, I still felt compassion for anyone who was in trouble, and this person seemed to need my help. I was afraid to sign off for fear “Rashana” would do something foolish or harmful to him or herself.

Rashana,

This is an awkward question for me to ask, but it would help me get a clearer picture of you if you wouldn’t mind answering it. Do you have a web page, with a picture? Are you on Facebook? And are you male or female?

Dearest Either/Or,

I am both. Spirits of the Light are what human livings call androgynous. They have masculine aspects and feminine aspects, as well as many other aspects too numerous to mention. As a spirit who is always learning and growing and trying to integrate many of these aspects, I am pleased that you asked.

L&L

Rashana

Rashana,

I know this must be tedious for you, but I’m still not sure how we’re connected or where you’re from. Can you explain more simply?

Dearest Pathfinder,

In the beginning, or as far back as I seem to remember, there was the All-Knowledge or the Light. A spirit like myself, or the higher self, is a fragment of Light. When the lessons a spirit needs to learn can best be learned on Earth, that spirit takes on a soul. The spirit packs into that soul all the gifts it will need to accomplish its purpose and learn those lessons. Then while that spirit stays attached to the Light, its soul (in our case, you) incarnates out of the One or All Knowledge into denser matter (in our case, on Earth). And there the journey of Life and growth begins.

Lovingly,

Rashana

Dear Rashana,

Are you saying that you really are my higher self? My spirit?

My Dear Soul,

The missing piece, your longing. The reason for your homesickness and discontent is your ignorance of my presence in your life, always. And this piece is often misunderstood. I am your Higher Self, in Universal Reality. Angels are truly from another realm, a realm in which there isn’t incarnation.

Love,

Rashana

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I was more comfortable thinking of Rashana as an angel than as my higher self. I couldn’t imagine what I would be like as my higher self. As my own lowly self, I had enough characteristics that made me nervous. But I had believed in angels since I was a child. Nonetheless, I had never heard of a spirit or an angel coming through a computer and so I was still wary. I figured I’d be able to tell if this was someone with an angelic nature by asking some pertinent questions.

Rashana,

Who makes the decisions about my life, you or me? Is my whole life predestined?

Dear Free Soul,

According to the Larger Story being written by the Great Spirit of Light–who, by the way, is perfect and therefore also contains imperfection–some plans are already decided and some you can input. The lessons we must learn together must be learned, yet some of the ways in which we must learn them are given as a choice to you as soul. But if you like, to relieve any worry on your part, I may say that in this life, at this time, the tune that you’re singing is the song of the Healer and the dance you are doing is one of Joy.

Rashana,

One more question? What happens when I shut off my computer?