Did you ever have a dream so rare and so real with colors, beauty, and tranquility unlike anything here on earth? And while in that dream, you were there not just in mind but in body too? I have.

I dreamed I was in heaven, and it was so much more than I could imagine.

There were angels surrounding me, and I felt so protected. As I turned to look at each of these angels, they were all staring at me. Their eyes never blinked.

One angel took me by my hand and guided me. She was my guardian angel. They were all so beautiful. As I walked, they seemed to be gliding alongside of me so effortlessly and gracefully. Their skin shimmered; as they moved, tiny sparkles were left floating in the air all around us, glowing in brilliant shades of every color. The gaze from their eyes captured my soul with their beauty and kept me entranced. When they spoke, it was with a whisper followed by a faint, haunting echo.

Their long tresses floating like long satin ribbons gently trailing behind them. Each dressed in a white silk gown delicately fl owing in a constant state of motion. Upon their shoulders were wings covered in white and golden down feathers.

The floors were made of clouds, the ceilings were the stars, and the walls were made of golden pillars that divided heaven into chambers, each with its own special purpose.

The first chamber shown to me was the nursery. In this nursery were angels nurturing tiny souls, each nestled in a cloud-like cradle. These little souls glowing with the intensity of the sun.

My guardian angel told me they are a part of the soul of a past family member. Upon the birth of a child in that family, the soul and the child become one. A part of you will always live on.

My guardian angel turned to me, held my hands, and then caressed my face. She gazed into my eyes and said, "Your grandchild is in this nursery. You will be a grandmother soon."

I looked back into the nursery and wondered which tiny soul was mine. I looked back at her and asked, "When will I be a grandmother?"

She said, "You must wake up now. Wake up, my child, wake up."

I didn’t want to leave! I wanted to stay! They began to fl oat away from me, our eyes locked on each other until they were out of sight. The angels whispered in unison, "Wake up, wake up."

I opened my eyes, and it was morning. While I was still lying in bed, I thought to myself, What a vivid dream. It felt as if I were in heaven.

Did you ever have a dream so rare and so real with colors, beauty, and tranquility unlike anything here on earth? And while in that dream, you were there not just in mind but in body too? I have.

I dreamed I was in heaven, and it was so much more than I could imagine.

There were angels surrounding me, and I felt so protected. As I turned to look at each of these angels, they were all staring at me. Their eyes never blinked.

One angel took me by my hand and guided me. She was my guardian angel. They were all so beautiful. As I walked, they seemed to be gliding alongside of me so effortlessly and gracefully. Their skin shimmered; as they moved, tiny sparkles were left floating in the air all around us, glowing in brilliant shades of every color. The gaze from their eyes captured my soul with their beauty and kept me entranced. When they spoke, it was with a whisper followed by a faint, haunting echo.

Their long tresses floating like long satin ribbons gently trailing behind them. Each dressed in a white silk gown delicately fl owing in a constant state of motion. Upon their shoulders were wings covered in white and golden down feathers.

The floors were made of clouds, the ceilings were the stars, and the walls were made of golden pillars that divided heaven into chambers, each with its own special purpose.

The first chamber shown to me was the nursery. In this nursery were angels nurturing tiny souls, each nestled in a cloud-like cradle. These little souls glowing with the intensity of the sun.

My guardian angel told me they are a part of the soul of a past family member. Upon the birth of a child in that family, the soul and the child become one. A part of you will always live on.

My guardian angel turned to me, held my hands, and then caressed my face. She gazed into my eyes and said, "Your grandchild is in this nursery. You will be a grandmother soon."

I looked back into the nursery and wondered which tiny soul was mine. I looked back at her and asked, "When will I be a grandmother?"

She said, "You must wake up now. Wake up, my child, wake up."

I didn’t want to leave! I wanted to stay! They began to fl oat away from me, our eyes locked on each other until they were out of sight. The angels whispered in unison, "Wake up, wake up."

I opened my eyes, and it was morning. While I was still lying in bed, I thought to myself, What a vivid dream. It felt as if I were in heaven.

Did you ever have a dream so rare and so real with colors, beauty, and tranquility unlike anything here on earth? And while in that dream, you were there not just in mind but in body too? I have.

I dreamed I was in heaven, and it was so much more than I could imagine.

There were angels surrounding me, and I felt so protected. As I turned to look at each of these angels, they were all staring at me. Their eyes never blinked.

One angel took me by my hand and guided me. She was my guardian angel. They were all so beautiful. As I walked, they seemed to be gliding alongside of me so effortlessly and gracefully. Their skin shimmered; as they moved, tiny sparkles were left floating in the air all around us, glowing in brilliant shades of every color. The gaze from their eyes captured my soul with their beauty and kept me entranced. When they spoke, it was with a whisper followed by a faint, haunting echo.

Their long tresses floating like long satin ribbons gently trailing behind them. Each dressed in a white silk gown delicately fl owing in a constant state of motion. Upon their shoulders were wings covered in white and golden down feathers.

The floors were made of clouds, the ceilings were the stars, and the walls were made of golden pillars that divided heaven into chambers, each with its own special purpose.

The first chamber shown to me was the nursery. In this nursery were angels nurturing tiny souls, each nestled in a cloud-like cradle. These little souls glowing with the intensity of the sun.

My guardian angel told me they are a part of the soul of a past family member. Upon the birth of a child in that family, the soul and the child become one. A part of you will always live on.

My guardian angel turned to me, held my hands, and then caressed my face. She gazed into my eyes and said, "Your grandchild is in this nursery. You will be a grandmother soon."

I looked back into the nursery and wondered which tiny soul was mine. I looked back at her and asked, "When will I be a grandmother?"

She said, "You must wake up now. Wake up, my child, wake up."

I didn’t want to leave! I wanted to stay! They began to fl oat away from me, our eyes locked on each other until they were out of sight. The angels whispered in unison, "Wake up, wake up."

I opened my eyes, and it was morning. While I was still lying in bed, I thought to myself, What a vivid dream. It felt as if I were in heaven.

So, this is the story

On December 19th 2010 I had an accident that forever changed my life. There are so many people that saved my life that day, from the person that found me, the medics that picked me up with the ambulance, the Doctor that called for the helicopter to take me to the big hospital in Tuscaloosa Alabama where so many professional people happened to be in the right place at the right time to save my life. God picked many heroes that deserve to be mentioned and I won�t try to name them all because I�m afraid I might miss someone. I�ve had the opportunity to tell a few and I�m grateful for that.

I was going through therapy after my recovery began, and had a therapist tell me that I should write a book. I had so many dreams, and recalled every one with vivid detail. For me, the dreams were reality. I�ve never told the full details of the dreams to anyone, not even the person that this book is dedicated to.

So, this is the story

On December 19th 2010 I had an accident that forever changed my life. There are so many people that saved my life that day, from the person that found me, the medics that picked me up with the ambulance, the Doctor that called for the helicopter to take me to the big hospital in Tuscaloosa Alabama where so many professional people happened to be in the right place at the right time to save my life. God picked many heroes that deserve to be mentioned and I won�t try to name them all because I�m afraid I might miss someone. I�ve had the opportunity to tell a few and I�m grateful for that.

I was going through therapy after my recovery began, and had a therapist tell me that I should write a book. I had so many dreams, and recalled every one with vivid detail. For me, the dreams were reality. I�ve never told the full details of the dreams to anyone, not even the person that this book is dedicated to.

So, this is the story

On December 19th 2010 I had an accident that forever changed my life. There are so many people that saved my life that day, from the person that found me, the medics that picked me up with the ambulance, the Doctor that called for the helicopter to take me to the big hospital in Tuscaloosa Alabama where so many professional people happened to be in the right place at the right time to save my life. God picked many heroes that deserve to be mentioned and I won�t try to name them all because I�m afraid I might miss someone. I�ve had the opportunity to tell a few and I�m grateful for that.

I was going through therapy after my recovery began, and had a therapist tell me that I should write a book. I had so many dreams, and recalled every one with vivid detail. For me, the dreams were reality. I�ve never told the full details of the dreams to anyone, not even the person that this book is dedicated to.

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Synopsis of myself. Gordon Cotter…Male DOB 11:05: 1934 in Birmingham England. In September 1939, I, and thousands of children, was evacuated from inner cities, to rural Britain, this was to escape the onset of heavy bombing by German Luftwaffe planes. As war had been declared on Germany. I was sent to a small community in Northern Scotland. There was no communication in those days. Only things we heard was from the Radio. It was put on twice a day. The local community was made up of farmers, and some of the wives went to the local Landowner as maids and cleaning staff. I was 5 years old, and it took time for me to be accepted. I went to the local schoolhouse three times a week for lessons. The rest of the time I was expected to help around the farmyard. I began to notice that a lot of women often came to the house and was taken into the parlour, sometimes I would sneak into here and watch, and listen to the women talking. After a while I got braver and just sat in a corner whilst the women were there. It began to come to me that these women were telling my Grandma about their dreams. When they were finished they gave my granda some eggs, or butter. Now I understand it was payment. As time went on I began to understand more of what granda was saying to these women. I became interested in it. I still did not know what it was about. Years past, and when I was about eleven or twelve. The was came to an end. I had settled into life in Scotland and quite enjoyed the life. It was then that I was told about me being an Evacuee, and I could return to my original home if I wanted to. I did not remember any of it so I said that I wanted to stay. (Years Later I regretted this action) I had become very close to my grandmother during this time, and she and I often talked about the dreams and she said that I, did seem to have the gift????? I had by this time began to understand just what she meant by the various talks with these women. I was eventually allowed to sit in on the talks, and sometimes I was asked for my opinion. In later life, my granda became poorly, and she showed me a lot of her private books that she had written down her musings on all of the subjects within dreams. I was asked to take over from her for the readings. When she died, I was asked if I wanted anything of hers. I asked for the books that she had written down her thoughts on the subject. I moved back to Birmingham, and the books lay in my attic for years. In 1972 I came across them and again began to get an interest in the interpretation of dreams. I got out grandma’s books and decided to bring them up to date. It has taken my since then to complete them.

Synopsis of myself. Gordon Cotter…Male DOB 11:05: 1934 in Birmingham England. In September 1939, I, and thousands of children, was evacuated from inner cities, to rural Britain, this was to escape the onset of heavy bombing by German Luftwaffe planes. As war had been declared on Germany. I was sent to a small community in Northern Scotland. There was no communication in those days. Only things we heard was from the Radio. It was put on twice a day. The local community was made up of farmers, and some of the wives went to the local Landowner as maids and cleaning staff. I was 5 years old, and it took time for me to be accepted. I went to the local schoolhouse three times a week for lessons. The rest of the time I was expected to help around the farmyard. I began to notice that a lot of women often came to the house and was taken into the parlour, sometimes I would sneak into here and watch, and listen to the women talking. After a while I got braver and just sat in a corner whilst the women were there. It began to come to me that these women were telling my Grandma about their dreams. When they were finished they gave my granda some eggs, or butter. Now I understand it was payment. As time went on I began to understand more of what granda was saying to these women. I became interested in it. I still did not know what it was about. Years past, and when I was about eleven or twelve. The was came to an end. I had settled into life in Scotland and quite enjoyed the life. It was then that I was told about me being an Evacuee, and I could return to my original home if I wanted to. I did not remember any of it so I said that I wanted to stay. (Years Later I regretted this action) I had become very close to my grandmother during this time, and she and I often talked about the dreams and she said that I, did seem to have the gift????? I had by this time began to understand just what she meant by the various talks with these women. I was eventually allowed to sit in on the talks, and sometimes I was asked for my opinion. In later life, my granda became poorly, and she showed me a lot of her private books that she had written down her musings on all of the subjects within dreams. I was asked to take over from her for the readings. When she died, I was asked if I wanted anything of hers. I asked for the books that she had written down her thoughts on the subject. I moved back to Birmingham, and the books lay in my attic for years. In 1972 I came across them and again began to get an interest in the interpretation of dreams. I got out grandma’s books and decided to bring them up to date. It has taken my since then to complete them.

Alguna vez te has preguntado acerca del recorrido que llevará tu alma hasta el punto actual de tu existencia? Y cómo estas vivencias podrían estar afectandote en la misma? Esta historia podría llevarte a cuestionartelo. Atravez del alma es una recopilación de temas tales como, reencarnación, vidas pasadas, almas gemelas y regresiones. Y hacia donde va nuestra alma en este proceso de evolución Esta es la historia de Ariana, una muchacha bella, joven y talentosa, quien apesar de tener tales atributos, llevaba una vida monótona y rutinaria aún teniendolo todo. Siempre con una sensación de ausencia de algo que ella mismo desconocia, hasta que en un grito desesperado de su subconciente, experimenta una autoregresión involuntaria, que atravez de un sueño, su alma comienza una travesía a sus vidas pasadas, reencontrandose una y otra vez, con su alma gemela. Encontrándola en diferentes épocas y personajes, que envuelven esta historia en un halo de misterio, romance y aventuras, reconociéndolo siempre por su mirada y descubriendo el motivo de su vacío e inconformidad por medio de sus vivencias en esta extraodinaria experiencia, que la llevará a conecer el verdadero sentido de la felicidad alcanzando niveles más altos espiritualmente a travez del alma.

Alguna vez te has preguntado acerca del recorrido que llevará tu alma hasta el punto actual de tu existencia? Y cómo estas vivencias podrían estar afectandote en la misma? Esta historia podría llevarte a cuestionartelo. Atravez del alma es una recopilación de temas tales como, reencarnación, vidas pasadas, almas gemelas y regresiones. Y hacia donde va nuestra alma en este proceso de evolución Esta es la historia de Ariana, una muchacha bella, joven y talentosa, quien apesar de tener tales atributos, llevaba una vida monótona y rutinaria aún teniendolo todo. Siempre con una sensación de ausencia de algo que ella mismo desconocia, hasta que en un grito desesperado de su subconciente, experimenta una autoregresión involuntaria, que atravez de un sueño, su alma comienza una travesía a sus vidas pasadas, reencontrandose una y otra vez, con su alma gemela. Encontrándola en diferentes épocas y personajes, que envuelven esta historia en un halo de misterio, romance y aventuras, reconociéndolo siempre por su mirada y descubriendo el motivo de su vacío e inconformidad por medio de sus vivencias en esta extraodinaria experiencia, que la llevará a conecer el verdadero sentido de la felicidad alcanzando niveles más altos espiritualmente a travez del alma.

JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOL takes the reader beyond the preliminary works of the Celestine Prophecy and Carlos Castaneda to a vision that opens the mysteries of the cosmos revealing the universal blueprint of creation through the super conscious, where reality truly exists. The story takes shape around a clarion call to action from Eternal Spirit to twelve star systems within the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies. Those who answered the call would act as emissaries of light to anchor in a new reality known as the Golden Age of light and love. The mission would entail a great transformation of the star�s blueprint enabling it to undergo a planetary evolution that would awaken the planetary dream and its relationship with the Cosmos. The real life adventure begins when Eya journeys to earth and awakens her soul memory through dreams, visions and telepathic guidance surrounding coinciding life events. The awakening culminates into a multi-dimensional soul vision entwined with earth�s destiny revealing man�s purpose on a universal scale.

JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOL takes the reader beyond the preliminary works of the Celestine Prophecy and Carlos Castaneda to a vision that opens the mysteries of the cosmos revealing the universal blueprint of creation through the super conscious, where reality truly exists. The story takes shape around a clarion call to action from Eternal Spirit to twelve star systems within the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies. Those who answered the call would act as emissaries of light to anchor in a new reality known as the Golden Age of light and love. The mission would entail a great transformation of the star�s blueprint enabling it to undergo a planetary evolution that would awaken the planetary dream and its relationship with the Cosmos. The real life adventure begins when Eya journeys to earth and awakens her soul memory through dreams, visions and telepathic guidance surrounding coinciding life events. The awakening culminates into a multi-dimensional soul vision entwined with earth�s destiny revealing man�s purpose on a universal scale.