Table of Contents
ALSO BY SOPHY BURNHAM
Inspirational
A Book of Angels: Reflections on Angels Past and Present,
and True Stories of How They Touch Our Lives
Angel Letters
The Ecstatic Journey: Walking the Mystical Path in Everyday Life
The Path of Prayer: Reflections on Prayer and True Stories
of How It Affects Our Lives
Nonfiction
The Art Crowd
The Landed Gentry: Passions and Personalities
Inside Americas Propertied Class
Novels
Revelations
The Presidents Angel
The Treasure of Montsgur: A Novel of the Cathars
Young Adult Novels
Buccaneer
The Dogwalker
Plays
Penelope: The Story of the Odyssey from Penelopes Point of View
Snowstorms (The Study)
Prometheus: Adaptation from Aeschylus
The Meaning of Life
Films
The Smithsonians Whale
The Leaf Thieves
To George and Mary, for their love,
and to
Adelaide, Beatrice, Georgia, and Rosie,
from the depths of mine
PRELUDE
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPRY,
The Little Prince
WHEN I WAS A CHILD Id crouch above the puddles formed by rainwater on our driveway and stare long minutes into those deep pools. The water might have been less than an inch deep, but it exposed a magical world: the sky, the clouds, my own face looking up at me, and high overhead the towering oak trees tearing with their fingers at the clouds. Which was real? Was it I, staring into the depths of the rain-puddle world? Or was the girl who looked out from the water the real one, watching an imaginary me?
After my books A Book of Angels and Angel Letters were published, people around the world wrote me, and invariably they asked about spirits and ghosts, and offered their own curious tales of intuition. How do you increase your intuition, learn to hear your spirit guides? Do we become angels when we die? Are there evil, scary spirits? And always, at the root of the questions, is the Great Doubt: What happens to us when we die? When does life begin?
When I was a young woman, my grandmother, then in her eighties, turned to me. I still remember where she stood on the rag rug in her farmhouse, the look in her haunted eyes.
Im so afraid of dying, she said. I fled. For years it lay on my conscience that I had let her down. Today, years later, Id know what to say. Of course youre afraid, Id answer. Youd be nuts if you werent. Or perhaps Id say something else. The story line changes according to my mood.
Its all right, Id say. There is no death; you are eternal. Even your personality survives. All youll do is shed the physical body, skin and bones, but the essence of you lives on.
Or perhaps, if I had it to do over, I would just listen to her. I would ask about her fears. I would hold her doubt in sacred space. There is healing in deep listening, too.
I have written much about the spiritual dimension. The Ecstatic Journey is about mystical experiences and about the ringing joy that changes you thereafter; The Path of Prayer is about the energy of Thought and how Intention draws our fate mysteriously toward us, that is, what you think is what you get. I have written novels that consider the mystifying questions of good and evil, and how to find hope in the midst of horror, violence, and the unimaginable cruelties we inflict on one anotherthe monstrous suffering of ordinary life.
This book takes up intuition and the higher sense perceptions, which all mystics agree are the natural by-products of the Spiritual Awakening. And if the subject moves from hunches to seeing auras or sensing an invisible presence, from mysticism to sudden inexplicable insights, its because all these topics are part of one continuum, like the slide of a trombone, guiding us to the Divine. This book, thenlet us be clearis about connecting with the wild, majestic, ineffable, and numinous force that we call God, Allah, the Buddha, the Tao, Shiva, Christ, the Universe, Providence, and by a thousand other names.
It is my contention that psychic abilities are as natural as the blink of our eyes, and they can be developed with practice. Like the mystical experience itself, they bring a pure and heart-ringing happiness, a confidence in living, a sense of joyof crying Yes, Yes! to life. The spiritual awakening brings a falling away of anxiety and fear, a heightened awareness of beauty and goodness, coupled always with gratitude, humility, and a sweet, unselfish interest in others.
This book, therefore, is about alerting you to powers you already have. It is also about grace falling drop by drop into our daily lives.
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE
HOW MANY PEOPLE have had a spiritual experience? More than we will ever know; for most people never reveal what they have seen. They live quietly, and you dont even know their hearts are bursting with celestial fire. Barbara Bradley Hagerty, in her beautiful work Fingerprints of God, writes that 51 percent of Americans claim to have had a mystical or ecstatic experience of God. But 90 percent of Americans believe in God, and I suspect that figure to be higher.
Have one, and the event is seared into your mind: You will never forget the date and time of the event, and afterward ... you are different. Your brain is different. You may have healing touch, shamanic powers. You may become highly psychic, intuitive, and certainly your entire attitude toward life will have changed.
Moses went up to the mountaintop and returned so shining with light that were told he had to cover his face with a veil. This is hyped-up storytelling, of course, good metaphor, but light is part of the experience: You shine with light, rivers of light running off your hands. Moreover, you see light flaring off the grasses, trees, hills, animalseverything glowing with light, and so, too, are all the people around you. There are many kinds of spiritual experiences. Some are so delicate, so fragile, that you hardly know anything happened, until you look back five years later and realize how different you are, how much youve changed since then. Other mystical encounters are so majestic that they rend your life asunder. You cannot return to your old waysor even to the people you once knew. You have been visited by angels or carried, like Saint Paul, to the third of the seven heavens of Sumerian myth. Youve been touched by the Divine. Youve found your Self. With a capital S.
The mystical encounter brings confusion, discomfort, difficulty, but it also brings hope, forgiveness, limitless compassion, humility, gratitude, and a sense of one-ness with everything around you. It brings an unselfish interest in others. You are free. Years ago I wrote a poem about it:
I have seen the earth
Shining,
Flashing with light divine.
But more wondrous is this:
To observe