Guided by the Light

Guided by the Light

Faerie Path by Barbara Thomas


REMINDER from Mano:

Everyone has an inner life, as active and full as your outer life. Most do not pay attention or believe those inner touches of their Guardian Angel or Elemental companions. I constantly encourage Barbara to share her experiences with the desire for others to awaken and recognize their own connections.

REMARKS from Barbara:

I am re-reading the book I wrote in 2014, CELEBRATING THE MAGIC OF JIMS ROAD. I am having so much fun ‘walking down memory lane.’ Today I share the part where I introduced myself and some fun experiences.

REMEMBERING Mary Jane:

Mary Jane returned often to stay in Amity Guest Cottage on Jim’s Road and enjoy the magic of the Amphitheater and the loving Spirits of the Land who live there and bless all that come.


Guided by the “Light”

ABOUT BARBARA Excerpt from CELEBRATING THE MAGIC OF JIMS ROAD

Blog #102

Well, I never thought I would hear myself say I am a mystic, much less put it in print in a book for people to read. Yet in all fairness, as I write this book, I need to tell my truth; all of the stories I tell about the residents of Jim’s Road come from that spiritual perspective. I confess, that is who I am and how I view life. 

Since my life is full, rich, and active in the outer world with family, friends, travel, painting, writing, and other creative interests, I need to say that I have an inner life that is just as active, rich, and full, peopled with the beings of this land, angels, devas, and elementals. Gnomes seem to be a particular focus for my inner life. 

The reason I write this book and tell you of my inner life is that I feel it is imperative that we, all of humanity, wake up to the reality of the inner world, the non-physical world that we live within. The inhabitants of the world of nature have supported their human brothers and sisters for centuries. I feel the ecological mess we are in right now is the result of our ignorance of their presence and of their needs, and our feeling helpless to do anything about the trauma the world is in right now. 

And so I speak out, one small voice in a big world. Yet speak I must. I have two stories to tell: One is a request my gnome companion made a few years ago, and the other is a funny incident that happened while interviewing Philip Emminger for this book. 

The Gnome story first. I have lived on the mountain more than 25 years, walking to the Amphitheater more than 6,000 times. Soon after we moved here, I began noticing a very tall Spirit who looked like a gnome walking with me. We developed conversations, and my first story is a request from my Gnome friend, which I share now. 

The nature beings tell me that they want humans to trust their own inner vision and feelings of the subtle reality of the world we live within. They say, 

“We can no longer go on alone. We are in deep need of the feeding we receive from interacting with the human kingdom, and you are in deep need of us to sustain your life by interacting with the world of nature. 

“The simplest request we ask is to recognize the life force within soil, air, water, and the green and growing things as living beings. 

“Speak to us, relate, and if you have use for our bodies, give thanks for that gift.” 

I leave you with one more thought along this line, not a story but an experience I invite you to try. Each time I step outside and feel the fresh air on my face, I experience it as a blessing from Mother Nature and say, “Thank You Mother, may you be blessed as you have just blessed me.” 

Now the funny story comes. I have known Philip since he was a teenager. He is now in his early 60’s. In his teenage years he was telling me about how the kids who lived on the mountain walked around the forest in the dark without a flashlight and were guided by the light. 

With my mystical propensity, I interpreted light as spirit and spirit as angel, so I interpreted his story as “The angels give the kids a light to see their way through the forest at night.” 

Late one night I was leaving a meeting at Boulder Creek Redwood Christian Park, walking back to my cabin with a friend. It was dark; all of the lights were out. We had a candle to guide our way. I was telling her Philip’s story of the angels guiding the kids through the dark forest, and at that moment our candle went out. Whoof, no wind, no breath, just out. 

I told her it was time for me to “put up or shut up,” so I asked the angels to light the path back to our cabin. I looked to the ground for the light but nothing happened, then I noticed the trees along the path became a shade less black and we could discern the path by the light in the trees. I have used this often when needed and it always works. 

In the process of interviewing Philip, I asked him about this. He got a little squirmy. What he had meant by light was that he would look up to the sky and if he could see the light of the sky above the trees, which showed him the way through the forest. 

There goes my angel story about guiding the mountain kids at night! I let that story go, yet I will hold on to my own experience of having the trees become lighter to show me the way. 

Before talking with Philip, I interviewed my son Peter about his experience of visiting Philip on Jim’s Road. I asked him if Philip had ever told him the story about the Angels lighting the way though the dark when they walked in the forest at night. He said what Philip told him was to “put one hand in front of your face and the other in front of your crotch.” 

3 Comments

  1. Marsha Haner Johnson

    Thank you for these beautiful reminders, Barbara. I’m heading out for an evening walk on my road right now and will open my consciousness to the gnomes, and soil, air, water, and green and growing things. I will thank mother nature as I walk.
    Gratefully,
    Marsha

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