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The Book

Hi, thanks for stopping by to learn more about the book I have been writing for several years now. Yes, that's right, several years. I could tell you that it all started lifetimes ago, but will begin with the first inspiration to actually start to write 'the book'.

Back in the year of 2007, I began to feel a warning that got louder and louder. That warning really began after 911, but for now, we will start in 2007. Things didn't feel right in our economy, some people would report their own economic hardship as the time drew closer, so witnessing this through my customers became the confirmation I needed. I began to inquire, but most people only wanted to speak about 'the positive' and ignore the reality of what was happening to our economic system in the US.

I researched a bit, found some troubling information and then started to cast some charts, when I saw the ominous chart for October of 2008. After much rumination and consideration, I made the difficult decision to close my third and final healing center/establishment in September of 2008. The crash came in October.

Sitting in my backyard, feeling the rays of the sun gently warm my skin, a warm breeze cocooning me, I felt a calm I had not felt in quite some time. When you are running a business with hours of operation, you just don’t have the time to sit anywhere, always at the store or doing many of the other things I still do, such as: researching, resourcing and creating products, paperwork, inventory, shows, seminars, classes, private sessions, conferences, etc.
So sitting in my backyard, the tears started to stream down my face, I was relaxing. I didn’t have to run to open the store and hold my arms open for one more person to walk through the door and fall into my waiting spirit. Though I still do that now, it isn’t all day every day, and that can take a toll after 20 years.
So as I began to give thanks and meditate, after offering up that I hoped I had indeed done the right thing, I felt the unmistakable presence of the Angel Gabrielle.
I was told that I had done a fine job, the universe was grateful but that time was over and that task was completed. God had different plans for me now. I was to begin to write a book. A warm feeling massaged the insides of my being as that knowing energy of this is so, washed through me.
Tears of gratitude found their way down my cheeks, and my body acknowledged that I was very tired, it had been a long journey up to that point. I won’t go into that part of the journey now, but I will share the first two pages of ‘the book’. I hope you enjoy.

The Book

The Universe is a Garden of Secret Wonders 




                                              he Universe is a Garden of Secret Wonders.  




“What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops.” Mat 10:27
“If thou love to hear, thou shalt receive understanding: And if thou bow thine ear, thou shalt be wise.” ~Sirach 6:33

              Universe is a garden of secret wonders. If you look, at any minute she will part her

 skirt,  pull you into her rich soil and whisper secrets to help you find your way home.

At every turn there stand sentries, guardians of the gates and banshees to flood you into the tangled and odiferous bowels of despair and torment; lest you lose sight of the higher and noble calling, the skeleton key that will allow passage.

This is the majestic textures of our world, often in plain sight the grand design arouses the inner visionary in us who knows the way~ if that voice can rise above the din, the decadent and the superfluous sheath that is every bit as real as every layer beneath and below, above and beyond this dimension. To negate one is to negate all, to negate the very self that yearns to be found, rescued but above all, heard and loved. Love is a complicated thing and at the same time, like the universe she created, she is a marvel so simple one has only to sit inside her listening and ever present watchful embrace and let her carry you into bliss.

But here…here is where you may find yourself sleeping….and once again wake on some precipitous and craggy cliff, with only the crisp air as company, while the mind gallops off in search of itself, and the heart of all that matters waits for its consort to catch up and surrender to her embrace once again.

 I am a girl born on the seventh day of the seventh month, one of seven children and 
whose name begins with the seventh letter in the English alphabet. My world has never
 been one as simple as it appeared to be to others. In youth, I wondered why I must leave the richness of my forested mind, for the more superficial world everyone else wanted to 
play with. All of it thrust upon you like a strange car wreck, or an obvious game I had to
 wake up in, but what would it take? What special code or learning must I figure out to 
unlock the treasure map, and have everyone take off their masks, and congratulate me for unraveling the grand play too?

I tell you this in complete honesty.

For the longest time, I peered into eyes, wondered what part of me was not good enough, to be taken in to the grand illusion that everyone was playing. Why did they act as if no one else knew the secret world that was hidden in the veins of the leaves that danced around us, mesmerizing with brocades of changing colours like swimming chameleons inhabiting the world?

When would everyone else talk about the ‘big people’ who are all lit up but whose appearance only silhouetted the back drop of the canvas my mind fell into? Didn’t everyone entertain them and wasn’t it one of the most fulfilling camaraderie’s to experience those who stood tall as trees pour their genuine love in mutual praise as if every choir song wrote itself from this cause? 



I thought surely that since I had such a tendency for mischief and finding my way into odd adventures that something then must be wrong with me. Other people somehow weren’t thinking like me, but maybe I was just bad. I was so bad, that no-one was allowed to share this secret that existed in every page I turned and followed on my adventurous sojourn through life. 

Who would discuss the fairy fields I found as surely others did too? Who else knew about the circle around the trees in the woods that shifted and sprinkled star dust? Who else entertained the large beings of light that would appear after praying opening the vaults of heaven? The smiles on their faces and the glint in their eyes infusing me with love and contentment, letting me know that they enjoyed watching me entertain them singing and dancing?  



Surely once I got one more A, one more gold star, finished first in one more contest, then….then the game would open its doors and the cast members would reveal their true identity.



The sad thing is that one risks losing their freedoms just for mentioning the world that is real and more alive and vibrant then the march of superfluous reality that seems to have seduced the masses into plastic images and celluloid dreams, of contorting the deep forest into packages of exactness whose only hope is to replicate the new and improved image being craftily lighted and cascaded around their thirsty souls.  



What a webbing; all sticky and sweetly perfumed again with some replication of the natural bounty that would adorn the temple of our beings with layers of truth; the kind that marches down the halls and lights up the senses with the purpose of being alive.

Why be here at all if the care isn’t taken to wonder? To take the train on the dark night and wake in the valley of the gods who have been coaxing and guiding us all along?



This is my world; it is as it has always been an adventure of strange beliefs and hidden knowledge. I feel like Moses in the desert, parting the red sea of life; opening the book one living word, one page at a time and learning the meaning I somehow already know.

There is magic afoot, it is under every stone and shimmering on the waters….it is dancing on our rooftops and howling in the wind. It creaks down the halls and breaks down silence until it spills loudly into the room and stands between the moments of disbelief like a lighthouse forming from the mist and gloom.

 I am yanked back into the strange reality like a naughty schoolgirl, made to play the game with scolding eyes and sometimes worse; while the mystery drips from my veins and disappears into the cracks, waiting for me to rescue the life I was born to live and reveal.

This is my attempt to take you in and reveal what sorcerers have been burned alive for sharing, madmen have caught shards of along the way, and stories that hold power have hidden in their pages, if one learns how to listen ~ and has the eyes to see.

To be continued in the pages of THE BOOK: 
“Alchemy of the Soul, The Arc of the Ancients”.

Where I will share some experiences and take you on the magical journey, and wake the soul.

© All Rights Reserved, Gloria O’Neil Savage ‘Sangreal’, 2013, No Part may be copied without express written consent from this author.