IF GOD COULD SPEAK, WHAT WOULD HE/SHE SAY

IF GOD COULD SPEAK, WHAT WOULD HE/SHE SAY?



Dedicated to Nick Amore, the true love of my life.





























Those who read this book may decide that it is the ranting of one who should be committed for treatment at a psychiatric institution. The book is based on telepathic communication with the “other side.” Hence, any information cannot be proved at this time. None of what is written is the imagination of the author. Only in death will people understand the truth. It is expected that many people of all religions will be repulsed at what they read, but it is necessary to remember that all religions were created by man and not by God. This writer follows no religion; I say that I am either “all religions or none.” But, all religions are based on one thing: the Golden Rule.

My one surviving sister continues to think that I am “delusional.” I had written her an email and suggested that I visit her and her husband in Florida. I wanted to explain to her what I am going through in the hope that she would understand. I was not looking for her to accept it, but I wanted to convince her that I am not delusional. I waited a few weeks and never received a response. I sent her another email and this one she responded to, saying that she never received the original email. So, I re-sent it. She totally ignored ever having gotten it. My last email on the subject stated that I knew she was afraid, because in addition to talking to her about my life as it is now, I wanted to open up all communication with her since there had always been a “wall” between us. Perhaps she could not handle that. And now when we talk it is limited to “Hi, how are you?” “What is doing?” I will never be able to have a “heavy” conversation with her. Yet, her husband is so very different. We have shared much together; he understands me.

My brother-in-law wanted very much to be able to communicate with “the other side.” I wanted to help him in this endeavor. So, a few years ago I spent two weeks at the home of my sister and her husband. Every day I did my best, through a simple exercise which included light hypnosis, to have the barrier for him broken between the two dimensions. It could not be done because he has Parkinson’s Disease which does affect his brain. I did feel like a failure, but I could not do what became impossible because of his condition.







FOREWARD

The contents of this book approaches all serious topics, and because of this, in addition to changes in my life, my personality has been altered. This was pointed out to me during a conversation I had with a friend. For several years she and I had been very close, but I found recently that there was a distance created between us two. So, I telephoned her and said “I feel that our relationship has changed.” She said that I am not the person I used to be, that I find no humor in life any more and that I have become a very serious person.

In addition, she felt that when I could, I should add humor in this book whenever possible. I have given this much thought and realize that I cannot be false to myself and create humorous situations where none exist.

My life has changed, and not with the writing of this book. It happened well before I had decided to put down on paper all that I have learned from “the other side.” Is it because from the last time I had visited this friend I was hospitalized on three separate occasions? Is it because for days on end I do not leave my apartment? Is it because I am alone and very seldom have a friend visit? Is it because I can count on one hand the number of friends who are geographically close enough for me to see? Is it because the subject matter of this book is of a very serious nature? It seems that past friendships end because so very few understand me. I also tend to end friendships because I find I have nothing in common with them. I find that much of the conversations I have had with them are vacuous; there is no substance. The values which I have are so very different than their values. None of them were concerned about creating bad karma, its affect on this next life, which many do not believe they will have. Their world centers around their jobs, their families, their financial security. My life centers around God. My life centers around completing the mission I have for this life. My life centers around a deep concern about my next life.

My friend has a difficult life; yet she has the inane ability to find humor. She is the only one who has ever made my spirit guide laugh when she spoke with Him/Her through me. I told her that I would try to instill some passages in the book that would entertain the readers and put a smile on their faces. Alas, I do not feel that I can do that. Understand that it was not my decision to write this book; it was a request from “the other side.” The contents of this book is not entertaining, and that is not the purpose of my writing it. What I want to do is to make people aware, to help them to understand that which cannot be explained logically; to prepare them for what is to be - to be honest, truthful. The goal I seek in the writing is to give renewed faith and hope to all who read it. I want to say “Hang on. There are better days ahead. Never give up.” To you, my dear friend, I cannot do what you request of me. I have chosen a path of my life in which I can no longer find the humor I once had. Do I feel sad about this? I neither feel sad nor happy. Each of us has missions to achieve in our lives. The writing of this book is one of my missions - and I will achieve that mission to the best of my ability.

I do not seek fame or fortune as a result of the publication of the book. That is not, for me, the path to true happiness. Have I found “true happiness.” Yes, I have. You may wonder how I can be truly happy when I have no money right now, when I have no one in my life right now. Do I ever feel alone or lonely? Never! God is always with me, and as much as I love Him/Her, I know that that love is returned tenfold. I fear neither death nor life, but I try to make every minute of my life count. The one thing in life that money could never buy is one second of time passed. I am finding much pleasure in writing this book, and I know that even though many will scoff and laugh at its contents, that matters not to me. I have a message to deliver and deliver it I will, as best as I can do.

My friend gave Sylvia Browne as her example of her humor in her writing. But I have Ruth Montgomery, Alice Brady and Dolores Cannon as examples of writers who lacked humor but gave great substance to what they wrote.

At first, years ago when it was decided that I was to write a book, the contents were solely to include words from books, movies, plays, lyrics from songs, which gave the words of God and answered the question posed by the title of this book. But, the contents have changed, and the start will be the day I was born into this life. Toward the very end of this book, the answer the question raised in the title will be provided.