Sharon Kay Casey - Clouds of Heaven, Beings of Light

First published by Circle Books, 2015

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Text copyright: Sharon Kay Casey 2014

ISBN: 978 1 78535 169 3

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015939709

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A special thanks to my neighborhood friends, who lived on Emerson Avenue, Modesto, CA, in 1969.

Special Thanks:

This story would not be complete without the help and support
I received from my family and friends.
In grateful gratitude, I send a heartfelt thank you to those who supported me beyond measure.

And those are:

Judy Almand, Mark Pingleton, Daniel F Griffin, Calico Hickey,
and Hector Hernandez for his permission to add his part to this story. My mentor and friend Paul Tuthill, and last but not least,

Scott Osborne, thank you Scott for listening.
Know that wherever you go, my love goes with you for we are one and the same.

I love you, I thank you, I appreciate you, and above all things, I see the spirit of Christ the Light of the world in you.

Thank you for being here now!
Light and Love,
Sharon Casey

Introduction

There is nothing special about me. We are all equal in the eyes of our Father. We are all equally loved beyond measure, equally given all that we need, equally filled with that which is of Him: light, life, and unconditional love that is forever eternal. This love has no beginning and it has no end. It simply goes on and on and on, that which we are cannot and will never die. There are no exceptions. That which is of God will never die and there is nothing that is not of God.

How does one describe the indescribable?

With trust the words will come to paint an ever so faint memory of that which lives and dwells in us all.

I ask, How do I describe that which has been described so many times in so many beautiful and truth filled ways? There is nothing left to say, I am not even a writer. And I hear Your voice, Write it down, it does not matter how many times it has been described. Do not concern yourself with how to describe your experience it will come. Remember the truth in one is shared by all, remember that. There is nothing that can be said that has not already been said, there is nothing that can be shown that has not already been shown. There is no other who can describe home like you. There is no other whose witness can be anything more beautiful, profound and unique as the one you are to share with the World, my one love, my one creation. Be a voice in the seeming darkness of forgetfulness; remind them who they are.

The truth in one is shared by all: the memory of Home dwells in all as surely as it dwells in one.

Where to begin? Would I share this experience when my eyes opened? Would I start when I called Scott Osborne (DJ at KYCC in Stockton California), to not only thank him for listening to God, but to thank him for acting on what he had heard and felt? Or would it be as I drove down the road that beautiful morning and asked with a sincere heart and open mind, Was it a dream, it seemed so real?

Some twenty years ago, I had a dream or at least I thought it was a dream. When I woke up or should I say closed my eyes, it was all I could think of, flashes of this dream would flood my mind until the day I asked if it were real: Was I there, it seemed so real, or was it a beautiful dream? I thank you, Father for answering me in such a way that it cannot be denied.

The Answer

As I was driving, early one morning, on my way to Petaluma California, I had continuous flashes of what I thought was a beautiful dream. I pulled over and asked the simple yet profound question, Father was it a dream, or was I there? I knew the answer would come, I knew not how, yet I had faith. I looked about me and said aloud, radio the answer will come through the radio. I put the question out of my mind and went about the day. As I was driving home late that afternoon, down 580 eastbound near Livermore. I was tuning the radio, searching for some music. What I heard was a mans voice announcing; Remember that dream you had the other night? Stay tuned I have the answer you are waiting for. I heard the call letters of the radio station and that it was a Family Christian radio station.

When he returned there were angelic voices singing in the background like a mass choir of soulful angels. He repeated what hed first said, Remember that dream you had the other night and you wondered if it was real or a dream? Well I am here to tell you it was real you were there; you were in Heaven with God. And God wants you to know you are still there. He went on to describe it in more detail. I do not recall anything that was said at that point. I was ecstatic. It was as if I were floating off the seat. I was laughing, with tears flowing, thanking God for answering me.

I thought you would pick the radio to answer me and you did. Thank you, Father. I do not recall making my way over the Altamont that day. I do recall pulling over and sitting there for the longest time. Remembering my experience of home, remembering when I opened my eyes, the light bodies, and the movement, the river, my Lord, and all of you.

The Call

It took me a couple of days to find the radio station once again. Finally, Scott, the DJ, announced the call letters. I stopped at the nearest gas station that had a phone booth. I called information and they gave me the phone number of the radio station.

I called the station and Scott Osborn answered. I had no forethought of what I would say, I only knew it was important that I call him.

I said, Hi, my name is Sharon Casey and you do not know me. I called because I wanted to thank you for listening to God.

Scott was of course bewildered. I went on to state, Remember a few days ago when you came on the radio and said, Remember that dream you had? It was real, you where there.

He replied, Yes I do remember that.

I asked him, Why did you say it?

He said, I am not sure, it just came to me.

I then said, That morning I prayed and asked God about a dream I had. I was wondering if it were real or a dream. God answered my prayer through you, Scott. And I just wanted to thank you for listening to Him. Through you, Scott, God is answering prayers.

He was exuberant and so excited. What do you mean? he asked.

I said, I was in Heaven.

He asked if I could hold on and I said, Yes.

When he came back, I went on to tell him briefly about what I saw.

I told him, Heaven is a place of bright light, yet it does not hurt our eyes because we see through the eyes of our spirit. I went on to explain that we are golden cloud-like beings of light, with human form and beautiful. I told him Jesus was the first one I saw and that there was a celebration. We were being danced in and that I was spun around so fast it made me feel dizzy, even though I did not have a body. I was not aware of that at first. I said there was not one thing in Heaven that is earth-like or of this world. I told him that God was there and that we looked like Him. He was huge and full of lights that flashed and spun around and that some of them were different colors and He had beams of light that flashed from the top of His body, from His head.