Excerpt
From Valentines Lament at the start of the book.
Call me Valentine. In Saving Grace: A Spiritual Love Story (Grace) the prequel to this book, we left each other last rainy night after Id said farewell to Brandt before he boarded his plane back to Los Angeles. And then, outside, I had that incredible experience; seeing a vision of myself with my future True Love, identity indeterminate. Remember?
This being a continuation, here I am again, four years later. My life picture has brightened. I am doing what I most want to be doing in the world. My children Will and Brenna are each thriving. Health is excellent. Money is not a problem.
So, whats wrong with this picture? He Mr. Moon-Mist Man has never even made his appearance.
Every day I talk with him, my Faceless Wonder. Hello, Dear Soul mate. Today Ill meet you. Ill be walking into some train station or airport or store, our eyes will meet, and well know!
Every day Im convinced, Todays the day! and every day I am wrong. Im beginning to doubt my vision.
You never have a wish without the ability to make it come true. Maybe so for other people, but concerning a favorable life partner, at least, maybe not true for me.
I thought now of the Great Teachers Ive known, the Enlightened Why did I never see them with an equally radiant life partner? Did they need no one because they were so perfect?
Not for me to worry. Attaining perfection would not be my problem for many lifetimes. Still, it seemed the more enlightened that I became, the more people who were attracted to me in both my professional and personal lives, the more difficult to find a right man. He would have to be special believe in miracles as reality, love me truly, love my children, take care of his body, mind and soul, and be established in his career. Little wonder, Valentine, that you are alone!
Again there is no wish without the ability to make it come true. Im alone. Im going to change that, right now!
I stared into the window glass beside my seat, trying to see him, imagining him with me. Nothing! Flash of a passing train, shifting dark, shadow lights in the rain. I cant see him!
Tired from the weekend workshop Id taught in Manhattan, the hassle to make my train, and the effort to materialize him, I dozed. It was then that I heard the mind-voice, a bit like Chengs, a bit like Shanti Devis, a bit like my own, that startled me awake.
Valentine Grace. Hear me! Your Moon-Mist man? Your Favorable Life Partner? Your True Love? You already know him!
From the first chapter
When the door chimes sounded she, preceded by an odor of gardenias and roses, floated through the doorway, Hello. Am I too late? Her voice was like sensual meditation music.
Had this angel actually flown in - or was Gage hallucinating?
Before you go, Gage said, do you mind my asking about the roses and gardenias?
Not at all. Theyre for my husband. Im going to give them to him now.
Gages heart plummeted to his toes. How long have you two been married?
A year today.
Your anniversary! Congratulations! Gages ambiguity surprised him; on one hand he felt genuinely pleased for her. Something about her seemed sad and lost. In a sense, he was glad that she was cared for. Will he give you flowers too?
No. He did. Now I do.
Gage locked eyes with her. Was she happy in her marriage? Serious about it? Instantly he warned himself, Dont go there, Gage. This one is a lady. You know the difference.
From Chapter 2
As I looked around the lobby of Cals Penthouse, he tried to kiss me.
Cal, please Im not ready yet. Please, wait.
Ive been waiting for twelve years. I dont want to wait any longer.
No.
Each night I lie in bed thinking of you, your smell, your feel, and your taste. I want you so badly I ache. Im going to kiss you now, Valentine, and please dont dont run from me again.
Im not a starry eyed little model anymore. If youre looking for that kind of blind devotion, youve come to the wrong woman.
Is that what you think I want from you, hero worship, adulation? No, VJ, Ive always known youre a beautiful, intelligent woman; I respect that. You need to be loved by a man who appreciates all that you are. Let me love you, VJ. Let me be the one.
I dont know.
My God, lets go upstairs, Cal groaned.
He had edged me into the elevator with him, and the door closed. My hands came up to fend him off, but ended up holding him hard on his shoulders. His lips pressed over mine, and then my lips opened to the slight pressure of his tongue, which soon mated with mine, exploring me with meticulous care. My hands moved to behind his neck and lightly stroked the damp, black strands of hair that touched the collar of his shirt.
Valentine, Valentine, my God. he whispered.
From Chapter 23. The Eleven Keys To Life and Love
So Cheng began, four years ago we had the Eleven Discourses of Life School Part One. Soon we shall begin Life School, Part Two, with 11 Keys to Life and Love.
These are deep subjects. To discuss each, we would be here a long time. Well, lets face it; we are here a long time. For eternity, actually Each of these (keys) expresses some truth about consciousness.
These are golden threads that also run through every religion of the world. They are spiritual concepts that transcend historical, cultural and doctrinal boundaries common ground shared by them all. When you read any of them and feel peace within yourself, realize that is because it has reminded you of what you already know and who you truly are.
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