It was  Mother's Day
2006 ,I  believe.
I had my phone ring early in the
morning.
It was a woman. I knew the name,
but I didn't know her personally.
I also knew that she was a New York
Times Best-Selling Author,
named Gayle Lynds. She published all
these thrillers and did a couple of
movies. 
 She had sold millions of books.
Well,  it turns out, she was calling me
because she just spent the
early morning hours finishing up reading
my book (A Spiritual Warriors Journey).
She said that I had made her cry. I
made her laugh.
i had her get in touch with spiritual
parts of herself that she hadn't thought
about in years.
She wanted to reach out and felt
compelled to help me
promote this book and get me a
mainstream publisher
and an agent, and help me rewrite it and
re-edit it.
It was very generous, and in the middle of all
this conversation, with this
author - following my own instincts, and
with no filters to my thoughts and words;
i just blurred out,  "Do you,
do you have an owl? Some kind of artistic
owl
in your house someplace there." She
goes,  "No!" She just
dismissed it. I'm sure she was wondering
why I Had asked such a bizarre question.
She went on telling me more about stuff
she wanted to do for me and everything.  I
interrupted her again.
I go, "No, do you have an owl by your
front, or back door, or entrances, or
something?"
She goes , "No!" like she was getting
annoyed at this point.
She talked a little bit longer. Then I
stopped her. I said,
"No, do you have an owl
at your back sliding door, outside
on the wall, perhaps, a metal sculpture,
some kind of artwork?" She goes,
"No!"  Then I hear silence, like she's
walking someplace. She
walks to her sliding glass door. I
hear her go,
"Oh my gosh!" She gets back on her 
phone, "About 20 years ago I put this
sculptor -  this metal sculpture, of an owl
out here.
It was significant to me as it first one
of the first things that
she said she bought 
when she was married, but it was
sitting out there. She had forgotten
about it. Then she wanted to know how
I could know that she had this
owl sitting by her sliding glass doors
to her back of her house, 
when she didn't even know she had it.
She was ready to argue about
even having it there. Well, that was the
start of the conversation.
From that point, she was telling me
about things and I  was sensing things
about her personal life she was going
through.
Lots of,  lots of
changes and evolutionary things her life.
She recently became a widow.
One of her stepdaughters had a real bad
accident and was in the hospital
with a brain injury. There was a lot of
really heavy stuff happening and and she
was having trouble writing her next book.
She had
writer's block.  And so
I was listening to her and offering some
words and  pretty soon she goes, "Do you
interpret dreams?" I said,
"Yeah. I can. Why? What do he got?" She tells
me about this dream - a
reoccurring dream - that she keeps having;
where these
whirling dervishes,
are dancing all around her. They keep
reaching out to her
and that's how it ends every time. 
They're dancing and she's sitting.
So I didn't think about it very much and
i just said,  "Well,
the dance it's not dance  -to dance.
It's a dance of life. What this dream
is telling you is you need to reach out
and
and engage in the dance of life." I was
trying to explain to her what I
actually meant. I said.  "You know there's
 words that can  better described this."
I picked up one of
my own poetry books,  "Sacred Eye", which
i had a poem about
dance and life and stuff. It was
pretty close to what I wanted to say. 
I read it and I said,  "You know
that doesn't quite catch the essence of
of what this dream really means." I said.
"Let's just set this aside, and  let's let the
universe
handle this." I  kind of took a note of
the 
what time it was. We've been talking
for two three hours,
at this point. We went on to talk
about some other things and then I kept
seeing this image of a rosebud.
I told her,   "You're like
a rosebud that needs to open up so
everybody can smell the fragrance."
I said,  "You've been kind of holding
your own energy and your sense of who
you are within
and the world is is moving on.
You need to open up this rosebud. so we
can all smell the beautiful fragrance."
Then she stopped. It got quiet. I
thought well it's odd, I must
offended her, or something. Then she
goes,
"I smell the essence and the fragrance of
roses in my house,
really strong." She went through
the whole house. It was
like all of a sudden, it was filled with
the scent of roses.
it turns out, after we eventually hung up
on that conversation,
five hours total. She
observed that the fragrance lasted
over three days,
72 hours plus. She had this as soon as I
mentioned that she she was like a
rosebud
she'd open up and
be the fragrance for others and herself.
She had that
several things happened in that
conversation which I don't want to
reveal and talk about because it was
personal for her.
I did talk about her life and things
and stuff.
 When I hung up I opened up my
emails.
There was a message from a military
friend of mine,
a Vietnam veteran, a military police
officer, a no fluff guy.
I mean he was pretty straight. He
sent me this
silly lyrics for this country and
western song.
This song was about the dance,
engaging the dance of life,
get up off  the floor
and off the chair and engage in life.
I saw  he sent me the
lyrics to this song and iIm going
wow. Then I looked at the time it was sent
on the email.  It was the same time
that I told her "Let's set this aside
let's let the universe answer it better."
Because I knew there was a better way to
explain it,  so I cut and pasted and 
copied it and sent it off.
She got it email.  I explained
 this was sent - and I showed her the
time -
and I said this is what I was trying to
say.
It was interesting that that message
came exactly at the time I said the
universe would handle it and take care
of it.
Now Gayle had lived in Santa Barbara,
beautiful Santa Barbara, for
over a couple decades.  She enjoyed and
loved California. 
All of a sudden she meets a guy
and falls in love with a retired judge
in Maine.
She moves off to Maine and 10 years
go by.
We had intermittent conversations, not
much, just a few conversations
before she left. When I was visiting her
I
gave her a couple crystals.
I gave her a crystal ball ,a real nice
one. I gave her a healing rod.
It was copper tubing
on brass. It had a
crystal at the end of it . It was wired
for energy. It was really a neat thing.
I said,  "Hang on to this you'll need it."
She took it. 
Then I got a phone call about 10
years later.
She goes,  "Bill", she left me a message,
"Bill, 
I had lost this crystal." l 'm assuming.
she talked about the healing rod.
"I couldn't find it for the last 10
years. When I moved I couldn't find it
again. 
But I was thinking about you this week,
really thinking about you. I needed to talk
to you.
I went to to get a pair of my shoes."
They must be in the closet or something.
"And there was this crystal inside the
shoe
which she thought was interesting and we
had another wonderful conversation.
Sometimes
when you're talking to people and you
have an idea of something to say.
Most people will filter it out.
They'll censor it.  Saying (to themselves)  I can't
tell this woman that.
I mean she was telling me all
these nice things she wanted to do for
me. I  keep
coming back with this crazy talk about a
an owl on her wall.
Most people would have not said that, but
I insisted,
because I follow through when I have a
feeling.  I thought
this is one of those times that was
really important to say something.
It all went went together. Was it all
coincidence?
I did I know that she had the owl on
the back porch?
Why did her house smell like roses for three
days?
I  don't know.
