Saje Dyer - The Knowing: 11 Lessons to Understand the Quiet Urges of Your Soul

To Mom and Dad. Without you, none of this is possible. Everything we have and everything we are is thanks to both of you. Beyond heaven and earth.

SERENA AND SAJE

To Matt, Mason, Sailor, Windsor, and Forrest. I know you, and love you, by heart.

SERENA

To Anthony and Julian. You are the greatest love I have known.

SAJE

Somewhere, buried deep within each of us, is a call to purpose. Its not always rational, not always clearly delineated, and sometimes even seemingly absurd, but the knowing is there. Theres a silent something within that intends you to express yourself. That something is your soul telling you to listen and connect through love, kindness, and receptivity...

DR. WAYNE W. DYER, THE POWER OF INTENTION

My Knowing began as a very young girl of five when my mother brought my baby brother home from the hospital. As I held my brother, Glenn, I was thrilled by my mothers assurance that she could feel I would be a wonderful mother one day. My dream way back then was to become mother to a dozen children. Today, Im lucky enough that seven children came through me and chose me as their mother.

From the age of twelve, I was a meditator and, having been baptized, I also understood the power of prayer. I would kneel beside my bed and say my prayer love list followed by a blissful silence. This bliss of existence swept over me until I woke up, as each of us does, from sleep. I had this Knowing that these minutes of silence, which I craved daily, were developing my sense of peace and Knowing that endures today.

Serena and Saje, along with the other six children in our blended family, were raised with the awareness of our inner voice and sense of Knowingto honor that which cannot be seen or proven but which feels strangely loud and needing to be heard.

Heres an example: In 2003, when my daughter Sommer was a college student in Alabama, I received a call from the hospital that she had an open ankle fracture and needed immediate internal fixation. This surgery was to take place within the hour. Sommer and I spoke, and she was upset but already learning to accept the inevitable. We promised to talk again once she was out of surgery. I also spoke to the orthopedic surgeon, who assured me Sommers surgery would be standard for this injury. After surgery, this doctor called and told me Sommer did fine and all went as planned. She would need a wheelchair for several weeks and then physical therapy. I felt only gratitude in knowing that such an injury caused from a simple fall was already repaired.

Once Sommer was in her hospital room, she called me and she sounded weak but also relieved that the surgery was over. She gave me the number to the phone on her bed stand. We made plans to speak each hour.

When I called again, she told me she was tired and yet found sleep elusive. I assured her that sleep in a hospital is often difficult. Foreign sounds and surroundings push sleep away. We hung up with her knowing I would call her soon to check on her. That call went unanswered, and I was relieved in thinking she probably fell asleep. The next hour passed with no answer. I tried repeatedly, still believing she was asleep.

Then I felt this sudden urge to reach her. It was a non-stop worrisome act of dialing her direct patient phone number. Somethinga Knowingtold me to call the hospital directly. The operator listened to my frantic voice and sweetly said, Ill give you the nurses station on your daughters floor. Call them for assistance. The phone was answered by Nurse Kathy. When I told her of my daughter Sommer not answering my calls, she assured me that Sommer was fine and that she was probably resting. And then she said, Okay, Mom, lets go together to your daughters room. Ill keep you on the phone with me. I always listen to a mothers urgent plea.

As I was thanking her, I heard her gasp, and the call ended abruptly. Dear God, please take care of Sommer..., I pleaded.

It seemed like hours of pacing and worrying, but I believe it was less than thirty minutes when my phone finally rang. I answered suddenly and heard Nurse Kathy say, First I want you to know, Mom, Sommer is okay. She then had Sommer tell me the same. Nurse Kathy then said, As I walked into Sommers room, I saw she was not breathing and I had to yell code blue immediatelywords I felt were too harsh for you to hear. We had to restore her heartbeat with a defibrillator. Sommer then had the phone and said she woke up to so many people working on her. She said, Mom, you saved my life. How did you know?

We all have this inner voice of Knowing, often seen as our higher self, which whispers invaluable wisdom if we allow ourselves to hear it. I believe you have this Knowing too.

In this book, both Serena and Saje honor their higher self and the Knowing that they learned from me and from their fathers worldwide teachings. They are now furthering their fathers lifelong wisdom by sharing their own teachings and experiences with you to help you remember your own Knowing.

I couldnt be more proud of them and I know that Wayne is proud too.

MARCELENE DYER

The principal goal of parenting is to teach children to become their own parents... You are to be their guide for a while, and then, you will enjoy watching them take off on their own.

DR. WAYNE W. DYER, WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FOR YOUR CHILDREN?

We had tears in our eyes, overcome with the thrill of seeing our two infant boys meet each other for the first time. When Forrest and Julian spontaneously locked arms, we captured the moment in about two hundred photographs in less than a minute. With that pure joy came a deep sense of Knowingall we had been through in our lives and especially the past four years had led us to this glorious, perfect, bittersweet momentbittersweet because we both wished our father could see thisthe little brother-cousins together.

Now that our dad was gone, for the first time ever, we wanted to learn and apply what he had spent his entire life teaching, and he was no longer here to talk to about it. We experienced an acute sense of pain upon realizing that now that we had really challenging things happening in our lives and needed his message more than ever, he wasnt going to be here to supply it. We were suddenly aware that it was up to us. If we wanted to become committed to remembering the principles Dad taught, committed to remembering who we were inside, despite our worlds falling apart and transforming around us, we had to do it alone.

In this book, we share how the heartbreaking catalyst of our dads death helped us awaken from what Jung termed the morning of our livesfocused on personal, physical, and material accomplishmentsprogress into the afternoon, and move toward evening as we make an inward shift of intention toward a higher spiritual understanding and connection within ourselves and with the world.

When we were children, everything was easy. As teenagers, we hit choppy waters but were able to learn to adjust the sails and keep going. The lessons our dad spent his life teaching millions of people seemed like teachings we could apply to our own obstacles, mostly because, unbeknownst to us at the time, compared to so many, our lives had been pretty easy. Learning to apply his work when it felt like life shit the bed? And having to do it without Dad a phone call away? That felt like drowning.