Living With the Other Side: A Tale of Fairies, Sprites, and Spirits

by Mills, Deborah A., Phd

• ISBN13: 9781475915297
• ISBN10: 1475915292
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2012-05-17
• Publisher: Author Solutions

Summary

Living with the Other Side: A Tale of Fairies, Sprites, and Spirits shares stories from the life of author Deborah Mills-tales of how fairies, sprites, and spirit guides brought miracles, peace, joy, abundance into her life. Beginning her tale in early childhood, Mills introduces the Chief, the old Native American who protects and guides her with gentleness while preparing her for things to come. We also meet Grandmother, who is kindly, calm, and sweet with a long pigtail down her back, sharing the comfort and the love only she can give. There is also the spirit of death, Michael-a young, beautiful guide who lets us know that death is a journey, a step into a new place to exist with peace. We go on the path of life where the fairies dance, the sprites gather to share messages, and the spirit guides protect and provide guidance. These wonderful souls are the spirits that teach, guide, and protect us-our friends. Living with the Other Side shows us that having something more on the other side-to dance with the fairies, to sing with the sprites, to walk and talk with the spirits-provides Mills with the confidence, joy, and ability to stand firm in her beliefs as it could for any of us. "This book is a wonderfully inspiring work! Deborah's spirit comes through each page and has the effect of renewing ones spirit and faith that we each have a purpose in life and anything is possible." -Laura P.

Excerpts

I could hear the music playing, there was laughter on the basement stairs. Drifting up from the cellar came happy voices. I crept down the dark hall, not turning on any lights because I wondered why my parents were having a party. No one mentioned a party. I knew that we weren't meant to be awake. Glancing into my brother's room, he slept unaware of the fun he was missing. On past my parent's open door, wait, both were in bed, sound asleep, covers tossed off in the warm room, so there was no doubt that the fun from our basement playroom was not my parents! Suddenly at the age of 5, I faced the dilemma - of rushing back to hide under the covers or to see who had the nerve to party in our house without us. More curious than afraid, on my hands and knees, crawling closer to the stairwell, I could see a light. I glanced at the light switch above my head. It wasn't flipped on. Yet a light flowed up the stairs, creating a glow such as a full moon would shine into the dark starry night. Okay, now I had to see. Something bright flashed in the corner of my eye. Tinkling laughter light, almost so low I didn't hear it, sung in my ear. I let my eyes dart around the room, standing up to get a better view, but still only hearing the party just seeing little flashes dart out of the corner of my eye. Dancing with the fairies all night long, hearing the lovely gentle music in my head, the dim light of the sun crept up over the horizon. I quickly, quietly sneaked back to bed, covered my head with a smile on my young little face. This is where I learned about the fairies. This began my journeys with the other side, Living, playing, spending time with those who dance on the other side.