Shifting Stories and Writing Stories—all focused on the reason perception is reality and practical ways to shift it towards what you wish to experience in your life.
A man once told a room full of people I was from Mars
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Hi Reader ~ Almost thirty years ago, I learned about something called Remote Viewing — the practiced skill of seeing what your eyes can't. I didn't just read about it. I experienced it myself, once or twice, in ways I have never forgotten. Along the way I met Joseph McMoneagle, one of the most documented remote viewers in history. He agreed with a room full of people that I was from Mars. I never asked him what he meant by that. All these years later, I wish I had. I'm telling you this because everything I write lives somewhere between the visible and the invisible — and this month's story comes straight from that past memory. 🌿 FREE BOOK OF THE MONTH Every month, I make one of my books available free on my store — no strings attached, just my way of saying thank you for being here. This month it's brand new: Second Sight — the fifth and final story in The Visible and The Invisible series, and you're getting it here before it's available anywhere else in the world. Calla makes maps for a living. Real ones, of watersheds and ridgelines. But her truest maps are the ones she draws with her eyes closed, and when a seven-year-old girl goes missing on a cold October night in western Washington, with the temperature dropping and eleven abandoned properties to search, Calla's quiet, carefully hidden gift becomes the only map that matters. It's a story about the kind of seeing the world doesn't quite believe in yet — and what it costs, and gives, to use it anyway. → [GET YOUR FREE COPY OF SECOND SIGHT HERE] (Free through August 31st — and remember, this is the only place to get it right now.) And one more thing while we're speaking of this series: next month, all five stories — Her Father's Gift, Luminous, The Calling, Not In Time, and Second Sight — are coming together in one complete volume; watch for it here! 📷 FROM MY GARDEN Thank you, as always, for reading and for being part of this little community. It means more than you know. Until next time — be well and magnify good. ✨ With love, P.S. When you finish Second Sight, hit reply and tell me what you saw. I read every reply — and this story, more than most, tends to bring out people's own stories. P.P.S. If someone forwarded this to you and you'd like to get my newsletter, you can subscribe here. |
Beca Lewis
Shifting Stories and Writing Stories—all focused on the reason perception is reality and practical ways to shift it towards what you wish to experience in your life.
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