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What inspired you to write your book?
An intense paranormal experience inspired this novel. It was so intense I decided to write about it to shed the constant visions. I thought just a few pages would work. However, after ten years of writing The Guardian’s Wildchild the passion of what I felt during that paranormal experience never wavered. It remains as blissful today.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Sidney sat on the edge of her bed and tried to connect with Danik. He seemed to be involved in an intense group discussion. He sent her a brief wash of love and indicated he’d check in with her later.
For the moment, she simply sat in her lotus position, freeing her mind to the universe. A fragrance entered her space. It wasn’t the yellow plumeria blossoms still brightly gracing the base of her candle. The fragrance was softer, lighter. It came and went like musical notes rising and falling. It was a spirit, knocking on Sidney’s inner door and ever so gently caressing her face with its fragrant form. Touching, and then not touching. Tentatively seeking, and then receding.
Sidney sat quietly, allowing the being to express itself in its own way and time. She saw nothing at first. Gradually, subtle messages began to radiate from the visitor. They weren’t formed in words or thoughts. Instead, the messages came in the form of visions, feelings, musical notes that translated into a knowing within Sidney’s flesh.
At first, the messages were clear and beautiful. They were of the being’s love and passion —a profound hope and aching desire to become a part of some desired change. There were moments when Sidney experienced an urgency, a breathless anticipation of great transformations.
Then Dark visions, hollow and without the touch of the Creator’s breath, surfaced. It produced such terror within Sidney that she gasped and asked the entity to not take her there. The visions ceased immediately, but she knew the entity continued to carry that focus in some part of its reality.
Never before had Sidney been in contact with such a powerful spirit. And yet, as strong as it was, it also had a gentleness and innocence only found in small children. As she had this realization, Sidney saw the spirit take shape. Tentatively, the form stepped from the ethereal dimensions and shyly approached. Sidney recognized her instantly. She’d seen her before, but the child spirit had always kept her distance, always remained aloof but curious.
When she’d told Greystone about the child spirit, who appeared about the size of a four-year-old, he’d nodded and advised Sidney to send loving energy to it.
“Her name is Savannah,” he’d told her. “She waits.”
“Waits for what?” the eleven-year-old Sidney had asked.
Greystone had never answered. It remained a mystery. Sidney saw the child spirit only every two or three years. Each time she tried to connect with Savannah, the child would withdraw and disappear.
As Sidney sat on the bed, watching Savannah approach, she remembered seeing the child spirit briefly only a few months earlier. It seemed odd that the child would reappear so soon. Perhaps she had a special message this time.
Sidney was determined to not give the spirit any reason to withdraw. It was difficult. Every fiber of her being wanted to reach for the child and hold her.
Savannah was small and appeared delicate. Curly, dark hair framed her small, chubby face. Savannah brushed away the curls that had fallen in front of her eyes. The girl wore blue denim coveralls over a bright red print shirt. She was barefoot. When the child was within arm’s length, Sidney saw beneath long lashes, brown eyes that revealed a soul of unfathomable knowing.
“Hello, Savannah,” Sidney said ever so softly. “I’m happy you’ve come to visit me.”
For the first time Sidney could recall, Savannah smiled. Her eyes nearly disappeared as the plump cheeks became more round and rosy. The child took another step closer. Sidney ached to reach out and caress her face. She breathed deeply and touched her only in the way Greystone had advised —a glowing, pure white light containing tiny droplets of the colors of the rainbow traveled from Sidney’s entire body and showered over Savannah.
Savannah twirled under the light as it cascaded over her form. She giggled as she lifted her arms toward the ceiling and danced in a circle. When the shower of love had been completely received, Savannah revealed something she held tightly in her small hands. They were red rose petals. As her fingers unfolded, the petals lifted and joined to form a large red rose. Gradually, the petals closed in to form a rose bud.
Sidney was in awe of the miracle. Savannah looked at her with a mischievous expression and motioned with her finger for Sidney to lean forward. Sidney did so, nearly touching Savannah’s forehead with her lips.
As she considered planting a brief kiss, Savannah raised the rose bud to her lips and blew. The bud dissolved into a glowing red mist. Surprised, Sidney gasped in wonder. In so doing, she inhaled the mist.
A warm sensation unlike any other traveled throughout her body. Before she could utter a word of gratitude, the child spirit spoke. Her voice had a musical tone, like the sound of children laughing and being completely at peace with their connection to their higher selves. It surprised
Sidney into silence. What the child said was shocking.