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How could it be possible for a dyslexic child with a faraway look in his eyes to aspire to anything worthwhile, yet buried deep within the soul of this young man was a burning desire to be the best at whatever destiny laid in his path. When the time was right, spirit awoke the gifts he was born with that could be used to help those who were predestined to cross his path, and so began a journey marked by conjunctures that defied logical explanation, and see him succeed in a field where the best academic education would probably have failed him. To go from a planned suicide to a successful healing retreat in an exotic location doesn't sound possible or probable no matter how vivid your imagination, but there are things in the unseen world that have perplexed the most brilliant of minds for centuries. This journey saw him meet and marry an earth angel who walks this path beside him and has witnessed the seeming miracles that happen as his hands touch those in need, so from a foretold carved stone arch to a crossing of paths in an unlikely foreign bar, it all had to be planned by an unseen hand.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 mai 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528962667
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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One Foot in This World, One Foot in the Next
E Attwood
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-05-31
One Foot in This World, One Foot in the Next About the Author About the Book Copyright Information Acknowledgements Chapter 1 A Glimmer of Light Chapter 2 Where It Began Chapter 3 My Dream Chapter 4 Angel Face Chapter 5 Rescue and Sweat Lodge Chapter 6 Making a Commitment Chapter 7 Divine Intervention Chapter 8 The Right Place at the Right Time Chapter 9 A Soul’s Transition Chapter 10 The Marrow Moment Chapter 11 Proof in a Picture Chapter 12 Taking the First Step Chapter 13 Finding Our Stone Arch Chapter 14 Destiny Awaits Chapter 15 The Adventure Begins Chapter 16 I’ll Finish It in a Month Chapter 17 Can You Teach Me? Chapter 18 2009: The Dream Came True Chapter 19 2010: A Year of Circles Chapter 20 2011: Something Is Changing Chapter 21 2012: Vision in a Painting Chapter 22 Hope
About the Author
This book is dedicated to a long-suffering Earth Angel without whose patience, understanding and encouragement, this book would never have been written, and to all those gifted people who I have been lucky enough to have crossed my path.
About the Book
How could it be possible for a dyslexic child with a faraway look in his eyes to aspire to anything worthwhile, yet buried deep within the soul of this young man was a burning desire to be the best at whatever destiny laid in his path. When the time was right, spirit awoke the gifts he was born with that could be used to help those who were predestined to cross his path, and so began a journey marked by conjunctures that defied logical explanation, and see him succeed in a field where the best academic education would probably have failed him. To go from a planned suicide to a successful healing retreat in an exotic location doesn’t sound possible or probable no matter how vivid your imagination, but there are things in the unseen world that have perplexed the most brilliant of minds for centuries. This journey saw him meet and marry an earth angel who walks this path beside him and has witnessed the seeming miracles that happen as his hands touch those in need, so from a foretold carved stone arch to a crossing of paths in an unlikely foreign bar, it all had to be planned by an unseen hand.
Copyright Information
Copyright © E Attwood (2019)
The right of E Attwood to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
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ISBN 9781528919340 (Paperback)
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Acknowledgements
I would like to start by acknowledging what I feel are the three most important men who I see as having crafted me into the person I am today, there can’t be many people who have been lucky enough to have had three such mentors who were kind enough to bestow their knowledge and wisdom on somebody so young and unworldly. As I look back now on the impact these three men had on my life, I shudder to think what would have become of me as a headstrong dyslexic if they had not been a part of my growing up.
The first is my father, Robert T Attwood, who was an old-fashioned gentleman and taught me old-fashioned values and courtesy that hold me in good stead to this day. My dad commanded respect from all those he met, not because he was academically clever or lorded it over people, but because he was the nicest kindest person I’ve ever known who taught me that you can get far more done with a smile and a kind word than with a frown and a caustic tongue.
I lost him in 1998 and miss and love him as much now as I did then. He also gave me the one thing I sought in my spiritual quest through a gifted medium, who was to become a dear friend, namely that he still lived on albeit in a different form, and that what we perceive as heaven existed through what was to become known as the ‘Marrow Moment’, which is covered in detail in the following texts.
The second is Mr Nixon, who I feel we lost in sad circumstances long before his allotted time because of a broken heart, he was a quiet but confident man who was a carpenter by trade, but taught other subjects in our local schools, and someone who I could have listened to for hours on end.
He had a gentle, melodic voice and a way of expressing things that made the most boring and mundane subjects sound so interesting, you always wanted to know more; his grasp on life and what was important and what was not, and his understanding of what you needed to do to be happy had a profound effect on the rest of my life.
The third is Reginald Tubby, who I first met by working for him and who was later to became a good friend, and with whom I was to spend many happy hours doing odd jobs around his house and tinkering about with cars, his one-line anecdotes that both censured and advised, accompanied by a wry smile, taught me far more than I realised at the time.
There are so many warm memories of our time spent together, I often use these anecdotes to this day as these few words convey as much as a chapter could in any other presupposition, and of course he taught me how to cut guttering straight with a paper bag amongst a myriad of other skills that have served me well ever since.
If I could spend an hour with each of these three men today with the questions that hindsight has raised, I’m sure I could put most of the world’s problems to rights.
Chapter 1

A Glimmer of Light
Until September 2001, I had considered myself just an ordinary little person living an ordinary little life, but it was in early spring of that year that I made a decision that was to ultimately change my life forever. With two failed marriages behind me and a car wreck the year before that had cost me my beloved Citroen BX, and living in a damp, mouldy flat in the depths of despair I had seriously considered suicide. My mind could not think past this terrible event I was planning, and at the time I thought the world would be better off without me, and I thought I would be better off without a world that had treated me with such cold indifference.
So on the morning of the 18th of March 2001 I picked up the phone and rang one of the few friends I had at that time, my mother, and told her quite matter of factually that there was no point in me carrying on, and further because I had had enough, I was going to take my own life. In my mind this was not a cry for help, I had thought things through and was merely stating the facts as I saw them, my mother has always been stoic and resilient and is not given to hysterics or emotional fragility so I knew she would see the logic in my decision. At the time, I was fifty-two years old and my mother was eighty-two, but to my surprise for the next hour and a quarter, she would not let me off the phone until I promised her I would not do this terrible thing.
After she made me promise not to take my own life, I see now what has turned out to be a remarkable set of coincidences started to happen, “No, I hear you saying there are no such things as coincidences.” Well, I know that now but as anyone knows who has been through similar events in their life, you cannot see the wood for the trees when you are at the lowest ebb in your life.
After that phone call, I started to go for short walks in my local area as walking has always been one of my life’s passions, and I had always gained peace of mind in my solitary walks as it affords time for quiet contemplation within nature’s calming embrace.
I also started to go to an Asda store in the area on a Sunday morning because I knew my daughter Amanda would be working there, and the sight of a radiant smile on her pretty face brought me enormous comfort and brightened up my day more than words can express. She had turned into what I had affectionately started to call her ‘mini mum’ and constantly fussed around to make sure I was alright.
It was on one of these sojourns when the first of my coincidences was to happen and it still seems remarkable to this day. It was the 10th of June 2001 and I was pottering around the store taking as much time as I could as I was in no hurry to return to my damp, mouldy flat. As I came around the end of one of the isles, I, so I thought, bumped straight into a trolley coming from the other direction. I dared not look up and just muttered an apology as the last thing I wanted right then was a confrontation with some big burly bloke, but when the trolley in front of me did not move, with mounting apprehension I was forced to look up.
When I did so I saw the gently smiling face of a dear friend and the son of one of the three men I had most loved and respected in this world. A long forgotten but much welcomed greeting issued from this young man that immediately transported me back to memories of wonderful summer days spent tinkering about with cars with his father, who sadly we had lost many years before and is still very much missed.
Time seemed to disappear into oblivion as we spent the next twenty minutes in delicious reminiscences of glorious days gone by. At the end of this trip down memory lane, he said, “Where are you living now as I heard you were on your own?” When I related my sad tale of the damp, mouldy flat he said, “That’s a coincidence, I’ve sadly just lost my mother and moved into the family home, so I have an empty bungalow if you want to use it for a while.”
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