A Little Black Book.

A Little Black Book.

It was a normal day in eternity. Souls were at absolute peace awaiting their turn to return. Meanwhile, they were radiating love and gratitude all around them. There was sparkling light shining on every single soul, illuminating their unique intrinsic gifts, and enhancing their perfect medley of colors.

A beautiful angel was standing at the portal. It whispered a secret to every soul right before they crossed to the other side. No one else knew what was said to them, but they witnessed a smile as a response to what the angel whispered to them.

My turn was approaching and my level of excitement was rising more and more, I was so eager to hear what the angel had to tell me. As I got closer to the angel, my colors intensified and the light within me was shining very strong. Finally, it was my turn. I tried looking over but I could not see what was on the other side of the portal. The angel leaned to me and whispered, “your quest is to find the little black book”, and just like that the angel sent me on my way. I was really confused as I traveled through the tunnel of space and time. What book was the angel talking about? I wondered. Suddenly, everything turned dark and it felt as if I was losing myself in a void.

Time passed, it was a beautiful spring morning in April of 1980. As a stream of sunlight entered the room, I opened my eyes. I was feeling an intense sense of joy and peace and I was experiencing unusual admiration for the brightness of the sunlight over my bed and my hands. Far away I could hear the cheerful singing of distinctive birds, it felt as if I had suddenly become aware of my existence, although, I had been existing for quite some time already.

I woke up in a new dimension that day. I decided to go outside to enhance the feeling even more. As I placed my feet on the grass, I could feel an invigorating sensation running up my entire body. I acknowledged a refreshing but subtle breeze caressing me. I closed my eyes and imagined it was renewing my soul. Immediately a deep sense of gratitude flourished from my heart and tears ran down my face. Why haven’t I paid attention to all of this before? I asked myself without judgement.

There was a pretty pond near my house and I decided to go and contemplate the beauty of it with my now awakened spirit. I knew I would be able to appreciate it more this time. I walked to the very edge of the pond, so close I could feel the wet ground under my feet. I stared at the water feeling its energy; getting lost in the moment.

I heard a voice coming from within me saying, “go find the black book”. Go find the black book? What black book? Am I becoming insane? My mind started to become uneasy about what this voice had said, so I decided to go back home and prepare myself some breakfast and go about my day. I started to get busy and distracted, but it was impossible to rid my mind of the image of a black book. I could not understand what had happened to me and why did it felt like I had been assigned a mission.

Days went by and I started to become obsessed and worried about how was I going to get to this finding. I went through all of the books in my tall, oakwood book shelf, but not one book was black. I asked my friends if they owned a black book, but even their bibles were not black. I knew there were countless black books around the world, but I was looking for a specific one. I supposed it wasn’t just any black book but a special one that I needed to find.

One day, while I was sitting on a bench contemplating the pond, an old lady sat next to me. I had seen her around many times before but we had never shared more than a greeting. That morning we had an interesting conversation, we talked about the wonders of life and what we thought our life purpose to be. I took advantage of the moment and I told her about the experience I had that morning when I woke up feeling alive. I asked her, do you have any idea how can I find that little black book? She said, “I think you have asked the right question to the wrong person, why don’t you ask your spirit, that voice that spoke to you?”

That night, I sat outside. There was a full moon and I was enjoying a bath of silver light. How do I find the black book? I asked to my inner spirit. As I stared at the moon, getting lost in the interaction, I heard the voice talking to me again. It was a gentle whisper with a fascinating tone of intrigue, the voice an angel would have. Where had I heard that voice before?

“The little black book is in your mother’s grave”, said the voice. I stood up frightened! I had not been at my mother’s grave since she had been buried 20 years prior. I was only seven when she left us, my memories of that moment had faded almost completely. I had become used to living without my mother and I was afraid of visiting her tomb and reliving all the pain, so I decided not to. But now, my spirit was guiding me there. I could not sleep that night, and after a night-long reflection I resolve to go see my mother’s grave.

There I was, standing in front of her grave, recalling the memories of my childhood. There was not a single flower on it; it was obvious that no one had paid a visit. I could not hold back the tears any longer. Pain and sorrow were pouring out of my eyes. Oh, how I’d missed her! All of my pain and anger was being washed away from my soul as I cried. Hours later, I was sitting on the grave in a state of peace. I had no more tears, no more pain, I had let her go. I had healed!

Unexpectedly, a strong breeze started to blow and I saw something moving near the tombstone. I stood up and walked to it to see what it was. It was the pages of the little black book shuffling as the wind blew. I quickly grabbed it feeling astonished. “I have found the little black book”, I thought in disbelief. I sat on the ground to go through it. My mind could not grasp what I was reading. The first page had a message from my mother.

“Dear daughter,

If you have found this book it means that you have let your intuition guide you to it. Your spirit has awakened! You are now prepared to fulfill your dreams and live the life you came here to experience.

I started writing this book when I received the news that I was pregnant with you. I could never come up with the right title so I named it “The little black book” because of its black cover. It contains the wisdom from my experiences for you to apply to your daily life.

I always knew you would be my only child. Days before my departure, I asked your father to never bring you to my grave. I knew your spirit would one day lead you here.

When I found out I had six months to live, I tried to anticipate the struggles you would face in life and provide motherly guidance for each one of them. But if you ever find yourself seeking an answer that is not in this book, just talk to the wind and I will hear you.

With love,

Mom”.

Tears were running like a waterfall down my face. This time not in pain, but in love. I had never experienced tears that were mixed with a smile. It was extremely alleviating to know that she had always been watching over me, and that now, she was closer to me than ever before. I moved on to the next page and as I started to uncover the message my spirit was agitated. She had left a gift for me along with the instructions to find it. She had buried a leather bag behind the gravestone two months before dying. I looked around and there was no one to be seen. I proceeded to dig into the ground with my bare hands. There it was, only about ten inches from the surface, a brown leather bag. I kept digging frantically until I was able to pull it out.

It was indeed a treasure. Jewelry made out of precious stones, and gold coins just like the ones I had seen in the cartoons when I was a child. This must be worth a fortune, I thought. As I looked through, I found a note.

“Darlyn,

You may keep the jewelry if you wish. But take the gold coins to the National Bank and you will receive a large sum of money for it. It should be enough to travel the world as you have always wished, and live the rest of your life in financial freedom as well as your children and grandchildren. I know it will take a long time for the bank to do the exchange, so I sold some of the jewelry and I left the cash in the inside pocket. It is 20,000 dollars. I didn't want you to have to wait for the money to start traveling.

This was a gift from my grandfather. When I decided to let my spirit’s voice guide me to it, it was already too late, I had three months to live. So, I decided to pass it on to you. Maybe that was the initial purpose anyway”.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve this. All I knew was that I heard the voice of my spirit speak to me and I decided to listen to it and take a leap of faith.

When the spirit is awake you can be fully present in each moment. Every experience adds wisdom and expands your soul. You can experience true gratitude!

So far, I have traveled seven countries, and my mother has always been present through the wind.