Years mark the day

"I didn't choose to change myself, it happened unexpectedly"

One afternoon as the sun came radiating down from the sky, I was looking forward to walking along the beach accompanied by my friend Brenda. She had been by my side for the last few years, she was not just a friend but my astute business partner and partner in crime. We enjoyed catching up every so often and hearing about our family’s antics and the frivolous ways they could spend their spare time.

As we walked along the beach path I had a crazy idea, I blurted out that I wanted to write a book. Brenda looked at me and asked what it was going to be about? Well, I had not gotten to that part yet as I had no idea what I would write about. What was going to be in the book and what could I possibly write that was so interesting?

It came to me in that exact moment, ‘Changing my Religion’. I turned to Brenda and explained the book title. I was so excited to hear those words as my life had changed miraculously over the last few years. I had changed religion, faith and my belief system. I went from being an Atheist to a Spiritualist and it resulted in all aspects of my life taking a turn. I was no longer a mum who would follow along with the trappings of life and be there for everyone else, I wanted to find myself. 

I was looking at a new dimension where there were other points of view to embrace. I wanted this book to show people that at any age you can be a voice for your own beliefs and not to underestimate the power of positive thinking. I did not intentionally choose to change myself, it happened unexpectedly and now I know that the roads less travelled are the ones that we all need to reach, at different stages of our lives. I began to wonder how I got this far embracing no faith, religion or ways of my own. Many people crave this in their lives and now I was finding my voice that would preoccupy my thoughts and actions for all to see.

I wanted my readers to have a new thought pattern where they could identify with others even though it was not their way of doing things. I wanted people to be less judgmental and be free of the prejudices that were ruining our society around us. I wanted the reader to have an understanding that when they did something, there would be repercussions and incidences where it affects many people around them. My life had changed, and it had brought along many emotions and unsettlement for my family and friends. This lasted for a time while they worked out the woman I was becoming and how I was happy with this new way of life.

I knew I had to get my experiences out on paper, but I was not one for writing books. I had never found a way of expressing myself in a way that was prolific. I needed help and I knew that if I put my mind to it and opened up my worldly knowledge from the spiritual realm some type of sentence could possibly come out of me, in a way that was a source of strength for other people to hear and acknowledge.

That evening as I sat at the computer, I placed my fingers on my laptop and asked for guidance and support from my loved ones above. Maybe somehow this would work. As I sat there with my eyes closed, the words came pouring out of me. I was touch typing and showing a different way of speech to my normal speaking tone. 

What was all of this that was pouring out on the paper with a fascinating aspect and insightful way? I knew I was channeling but I also had to have my input on my life and add my own words to it as well. As the book progressed, I found a way of bringing all knowledge and reverence to this story. A story about love, survival and a deep yearning for another way of being.

I wanted my book to be an inspiration for people that had an awakening, not just a spiritual one but how life can change in an instance. Do you put your life on hold for others or do you change your ways and belief system? Can you find a way to do things how you want them to be done? I did not mean in a selfish way but a way where you can open up your own belief system and not give a flying kazoo what others think.

I thank my husband, child and parents for allowing me to open up even when they did not fully understand my way of thinking. This book was for them, but it was also for people that have not had their own voices to look back on. Hold your head high and understand that it is never too late for change.