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Maureen Joan Winnett's The Butterfly Children is a collection of poetry that recalls the author's time as a medium. This interesting collection explores various situations experienced by Maureen throughout her career. She takes time to explain the background to each beautifully-crafted poem, leaving readers with a full understanding of Maureen's life as a medium.The Butterfly Children formed an early part of a special stage in Maureen's mediumship development and her poetry is used as a channel to express this. In particular, the book focuses on her spirit children and how they manifested themselves into Maureen's life. Throughout the collection, readers will notice how Maureen connects her work to butterflies and rainbows as a way to share her stories. Maureen also hopes that her work will allow readers to find peace within themselves and experience another spiritual world.The Butterfly Children will appeal to other healers and those who enjoy body, mind and spirituality books. In addition to this, the poetry can be used to help readers come to terms with bereavement, particularly with the loss of children.

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	13 juillet 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781785896446
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Copyright © 2018 Maureen Joan Winnett

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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To my children and all those beautiful Souls now in the Spirit realm; who through the gift of mediumship I was able to serve in communication and healing.
The Hand of Friendship to a Stranger
We met for just a brief while,
A word or two was passed.
Your face etched by the path,
Of the life you’ve trodden.
The troubles and the traumas all reflected there,
But oh the eyes… the eyes were…
Lit with a different light,
Bright warm and… clear.

An emblem of a loving soul,
An emblem of one most dear.
And as we spoke, we shared so much,
An understanding there…
Of what life is… and why it is…
Our cross so hard to bear.

And as you go through your treatment/experience,
I hope these words will help.
From the hand of friendship to a stranger,
Upon this path of life.

Written by Maureen J. Winnett 1997
This little poem came to me very quickly one Thursday just before philosophy class. We had been asked by our teacher to prepare something, and just like in my old school days, I hadn’t even started the assignment or had anything prepared to give.
By chance that day, I had to slip into Kingsthorpe, where in passing through the newsagent’s doorway, of all places, I met a lovely couple I knew from church. I listened to their ordeal, and after wishing them both well, I returned home with thoughts of this encounter. The poem above was written shortly afterwards just before class.
Much later while I was busy working on the road as a Medium, I invariably bumped into this delightful couple. It was always early Monday morning just before I was setting off for three days of solid work. I also noticed how when we used to travel home from Paris for a weekend as a family, I nearly always met this same couple in and around Northampton town. Funny, eh?
The Key
To the World that belongs to us,
A KEY has to be found.
To enter in and be apart,
You have to stop and learn the ART.
Of pausing and standing STILL.
Till you feel quite at peace,
To do GOD’s WILL.

For there is more to this life you know.
Worlds beyond this not too far to go.
The IMAGINATION is the KEY to it all.
That opens the door to the worlds far beyond.

The HUMAN MIND is a wonderful thing.
Worlds to explore…
If you can just learn to open the door,
And enter in.

(These few words came through one evening… Mo Winnett – January 1998)

Also it was written with my right hand and I’m very much a left-handed person.
Contents
The Hand of Friendship to a Stranger
The Key

Introduction

The Story Begins
Rainbow Colours: God’s Children of Life
Through the Eyes of Children
For All Those Children Who Find It Hard to Learn to Read
An introduction to a young lad called Sam.
Something I Want my Mum to Know
A Song for a Little Soul Lost in the Darkened Earth
I Lost My Mother’s Hand
You Don’t Really Know Me
The Orphan Child
A Prayer for a Young Boy from my Childhood Past, Who was Swept Away so Cruelly Who Never Stood a Chance
To My Dear Friend
The Old Railway Station: The Station Master’s Son
I Love to Ballet Dance
For Little Robert
The Last Butterfly
To my dear little friend: little Maddison
To Brian, Maddi’s Little Friend
A Poem for Jason
To Baby Callum
Journey of The Soul (The Archway)
Introduction
With Love To All The Spirit Children Especially.
My little nephew Martyn, Sam who I’ve come to know, Little Robert, and Harriet, and many others, whose Souls I’ve touched in my Healing Work.
With extra special love to all my own children, with deepest Love, Mum xxxxx.
Ashley, Linton, Marjorie, Grace and Brook.
I pray to God with all my Heart that I always remember to take the time just to look, with the eyes of a child, metaphorically speaking in simple love and trust, and feel always with my Soul. Always able to reach with love the Spiritual light of Another.
Thank you, each and every one of you, for the Love I’ve been so fortunate to receive and share.
I hope these small poems help to prove the power of Love and the power of SPIRIT, proving to Mankind that there is no Death of the consciousness. Bringing a realisation within our Souls within our inner-consciousness, the Eternal part of each of us…the spark of Divinity within each of us… is the God part of us… THE SPIRIT… the most vital part of the very Light and Love we contain in our Souls… our Souls being the Beautiful Temple of our Spirit. Through the many Children’s Souls upon the Earth, how radiant the light of the Spirit Shines. How beautiful the Temples of their Soul, each built with light and love. God’s love and power, Eternal power flowing to touch all Mankind…Where is this Temple of the Soul that houses the Spirit to be found? Ask any child… it’s found in the HEART. The key to opening the Door of one’s Inner Temple… one’s inner consciousness and to reaching up into the Higher worlds of Light of Spirit of Heaven…
Is LOVE… LOVE is the KEY.
As the Hymn goes: “No other force we use than Love The Power Divine…” And did not a Great teacher once say, “Unless ye become as little children, you shall not Enter the Kingdom of Heaven…”

We owe much to the little ones,
Both of the Earth and above.
With Love to all of God’s Children everywhere.

Just a last note to my children before this finally goes to print. It’s almost Mother’s Day in 2016. That is nearly twenty years ago since I began all this work and service with the Spirit children. You see… I cannot leave the open page without it said… just how very much I love you all. It’s true what they say. Words alone cannot truly express something… for the creative power of the soul, which is love from within the heart, has to be a big part of it.
I know today I must take the time to tell you just how much I love you and how I have enjoyed the journey and whole experience of being your mum. It has been, and will always be, the best job in the world to be given. I want also to express just how it has been all of you, yes, each of you who have helped me in and through this life and have given meaning to my life. You see, it was this special love you all gave that opened my heart to an unseen doorway. This has enabled me to reach beyond to others, who I truly know exist on a higher level. The love we have shared was the very unseen energy, or force, that has allowed me to reach into a greater (higher) conscious awareness of the Spirit world and a higher vibration of eternal life that I’ve always known exists. A world I have been aware even when I was a child. I also know how fortunate I’ve been to be a big part of your young lives… surrounded by so much love and energy that I too wish you all so much more.
Ashley, bless you, you’re now teaching in the Falklands. Linton, you are following in your dad’s footsteps… and Kirsten, that wee Scottish lass of yours is so gifted and beautiful. Marjorie, you too, my beautiful darling daughter are soon off to Australia to blaze trails. Bon Voyage with all my love, and enjoy Sidney Bridge! Brook, you’re great over in Ross on Wye, and beautiful Kathryn only worked in a butterfly farm, ha! Grace, you my darling, have recently introduced us to our first beautiful grandchild, Sequoia, who melted all our hearts from the moment she was born. Well done, Dharam.
You know, Grace, it was after our visit to your family on Wednesday while we took that old road via Watford, I touched upon my student nursing days in Colne’s Children’s Ward, and we decided to visit the park over at Gade Bridge. Here we discovered a beautiful garden created in the memory of young children; babies lost all too soon from this physical life.
It was while here that I know that I touched upon something very special in the unseen energies which were held within the level of this unseen place and space. I touched so much love.
Standing there in conscious time, total stillness and peace, a great sense of completeness and total oneness came to me. I remained standing and absorbed the early spring’s powerful sunlight and warmth. It was then that I knew that this work had to be completed; once I had reached home, and that I had to push myself really hard for this little book’s publication. With God’s Grace and God Willing, this Mother’s Day we will achieve our goal and God’s purpose.
The Story Begins
The story begins with my nephew,
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