Bernard Burgess [Burgess - Into the Light

Bert Lynnes knew that Wyoming Governor Sam Patterson had called it correctly. After the last two high profile and highly publicized cases, the requests for help from his company, B & N Investigations, were increasing. By the end of November 2017, Bert felt the pressures of having a successful business. Hed known that he might not be able to keep up with the growing demand and might have to expand his company one day. It was just coming sooner than expected. Bert did the math and was compelled to hire another private investigator. In addition to Norahs continued presence and assistance, they were going to need more help if they were to maintain their reputation for excellence.

Albert, Bert as he was known, leaned back in the chair at the kitchen table of his Cody, Wyoming, log cabin. He rubbed his chin as he stared out the kitchen window into the mountains to the north of his house. Bert loved those grey and brown mountains of this part of Wyoming, just to the west of Cody in the North Fork Valley leading to Yellowstone Park. They were beautiful, rugged, dangerous, and spiritually uplifting, all at the same time. He considered this mountain valley the major steppingstone which led to the designation of Yellowstone as the nations first national park.

He wondered if his former career as a military officer had really prepared him for the demands and challenges of having his own private investigation business. He could lay down a deadly trail of bullets on an enemy, and lead soldiers into danger, but could he build a successful small business? When those doubts surfaced, he would remember what his paternal grandfather used to say: It doesnt cost any more to dream big.

A glance at his small library shelf bolstered his confidence. One of his favorite books, also one of the smallest books he owned, always seemed to provide that mental boost when he needed it. James Allen wrote one of the most amazing little self-help books ever published, as far as Bert was concerned. He opened As A Man Thinketh to page 17. He read part of a paragraph: Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are. He read on and focused on the last two sentences. Not what he wishes and prays for does a man get, but what he justly earns. His wishes and prayers are only gratified and answered when they harmonize with his thoughts and actions.

He closed the book and placed it back in its place of honor at the head of his self-help group. It was time to get his actions in harmony with his thoughts. It was time to call upon the wisdom of his spirit wife, Norah, and get the ball rolling.

Bert was blessed with the gift which allowed him to both see and communicate with this beautiful spirit of his lovely wife and companion. He had always adored her from the first time they met. Fate had brought them together at the same moment in time on a hiking trail in a state park in Minnesota. The beauty of the changing leaves that October morning was matched by the beauty of the shapely, red-haired, young woman with the bubbly personality and lovable sense of humor. From the first word she said to her last, he fell head over heels in love with her. To this day, that memory and her spirit held his undying love. He would love her beyond his own grave.

They had many years together, good years. She followed him through most of his twenty years in the Army, and during their transition into civilian life. However, those years passed far too quickly. When the unexpected medical condition hit like a bolt out of the blue in 2016, it was guaranteed to negatively impact their fledgling investigation business. The full impact hit a few months later, though, when that beautiful life was snuffed out in an instant. Bert was left stunned, numb, and unsure about anything, including his own life.

Just when the darkest time seemed too dark to go on, something miraculous began to happen. A previously unknown and undeveloped gift began to bring Norah back into his life. He began to not only see her spirit frequently as a full bodily manifestation, but he could also communicate telepathically with her. Her spirit became the new version of his wife and his business partner. She still possessed her own gift of psychic insight and was able to continue adding this dimension to their investigations. Not even death could break the bonds of love and devotion which they shared. She chose to remain attached to his world instead of moving on to the next dimension. She chose an indirect path toward the light. Love bound their two worlds together into a present reality shared by both.

Their world was also shared by Missy, their coywolf companion and tracking animal. At three years of age, her reddish-grey coat was thick, full, and beautiful. She weighed about 45 pounds, just a little larger than most of her wild cousins. However, as a well-trained sidekick to Bert, Norah, and the business, she ate a little better than they did. Since her rescue as a tiny pup from a Wisconsin hillside, she had become an integral part of both their family and the business.

Bert turned to his spirit wife and they discussed how best to find another investigator. An ad in the paper might get responses, but it wasnt going to be easy to find someone with the temperament and aptitude for this type of work. Investigation work could be tedious;

demanding mentally, emotionally, and physically; and was at times potentially dangerous. It wasnt for everyone.

Norah suggested that they put an invitation on their Facebook and website pages and attempt to pull from the realm of people who followed or were already familiar with their business. These people crossed all walks of life and were from all over the country. They soon began to get a few inquiries from a spattering of people familiar with their business.

Bert began to line up a few interviews from several promising inquiries. The first was a 25-year-old man from St. Joseph, Missouri. This lad was the cousin of one of Myrtle Kennedys friends. He didnt get beyond a telephone interview. The young man just didnt sound very mature nor did he seem to have the temperament that Bert wanted. He was a thanks, but no thanks.

An older man, in his forties and from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, seemed over the phone to be mature and well grounded. They even arranged to meet roughly halfway between their locations, in Chadron, Nebraska. After that personal interview, though, Bert was left with the impression that this fellow, although probably capable, wanted to do it only for money. Not the right reason for this work, Bert knew. Another no.