Using the name Cynthia Meyers-Hanson, my non-fiction books are available as paperbacks as well as eBooks and can be found @
AMAZON as paperbacks and Kindles http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=mchanson714,
SMASHWORDS in most eBook formats http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=mchanson714,
&
LULU ITUNES eBooks & some are hardcopy http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mchanson714.
Mom met with God (NDE) and Jesus before leaving with Them; she brought predictions, which I share as well as the other miracles surrounding her death.
The book revealed some future events most of which finished before this book was copyrighted. Here are some left dangling as my mother left for the AfterLife. (A very short excerpt)
While she (MOM) revealed other secrets about the future, I repeated them back to her making sure I got them right. I was like a parrot trying to make sense of it all. One of her heirs will have a baby from Heaven. The name is Mary. Another will have a son named John. One will marry again. This time happily. To keep these predictions from being forced into existence, I will not tell you exactly whom she attached to each event.
The book revealed some future events most of which finished before this book was copyrighted. Here are some left dangling as my mother left for the AfterLife. (A very short excerpt)
While she (MOM) revealed other secrets about the future, I repeated them back to her making sure I got them right. I was like a parrot trying to make sense of it all. One of her heirs will have a baby from Heaven. The name is Mary. Another will have a son named John. One will marry again. This time happily. To keep these predictions from being forced into existence, I will not tell you exactly whom she attached to each event.
In approximately 125 homes in an enclave, within a few years, seven or more parents died of unrelated situations including car accidents, cancers, and other unexpected events. As people mourned and grieved, rumors started of a curse on the land; the neighborhood children feared their parents were next to leave for the afterlife. Suddenly, a lemonade stand catapulted some of the young girls to lead their peers and the adults out of grief; they witnessed many minor miracles through this action.
A very short except of one of the miracles follows. The girls are trying to purchase some used beds for two orphaned brothers but the group may have arrived to the wrong storage facility to meet the used bed seller.
After a few nods and frowns, our leader spoke aloud to us. “I think we are lost. The woman on the telephone was the mother of the seller. We’ll wait ten minutes before we give up. The lady says we are at the right spot, maybe.”
It seemed like an eternity, “Let’s go. This lady isn’t late! We are at the wrong place!” Joy’s impatience revealed itself, again.
Just as we all gave up hope, in came a car with a “Jesus is the magic” sticker. It was truly a miracle that we found one another because we arrived by reversing the scribbled directions, and she was held up in traffic. When she called home her mother told her we were at the wrong location. So, this Christian almost drove home but figured she’d drive by just in case her mother was incorrect.
A very short except of one of the miracles follows. The girls are trying to purchase some used beds for two orphaned brothers but the group may have arrived to the wrong storage facility to meet the used bed seller.
After a few nods and frowns, our leader spoke aloud to us. “I think we are lost. The woman on the telephone was the mother of the seller. We’ll wait ten minutes before we give up. The lady says we are at the right spot, maybe.”
It seemed like an eternity, “Let’s go. This lady isn’t late! We are at the wrong place!” Joy’s impatience revealed itself, again.
Just as we all gave up hope, in came a car with a “Jesus is the magic” sticker. It was truly a miracle that we found one another because we arrived by reversing the scribbled directions, and she was held up in traffic. When she called home her mother told her we were at the wrong location. So, this Christian almost drove home but figured she’d drive by just in case her mother was incorrect.
Stacey was legally adopted by her grandparents about ten years before one died of cancer and the other followed with suicide. Forced to live with her aunt, uncle, and their two daughters, she explain how her life went from the dungeon of grief and despair to adulthood. Witness the miracles as well as parenting style of her aunt as Stacey moves from accommodated to assimilated.
A very short except follows. Julie is the oldest biological daughter; Jenny is the baby of the family; Cindy is my aunt turned my mother.
They added a room for me at Hanson Inn. On the way to my new domain, my aunt side tracked my baby portrait. Cindy moved the picture of me to her collection.
Julie was the first to notice the theft announcing gleefully, “Look, Stacey’s picture is on our family wall where it belongs.”
Jenny walked up to the picture and asked, “Wasn’t it always there?”
“Nope!” Julie took over the conversation, again.
“Hey, you stole my picture,” My argumentative voice yelped.
“I wanted it on the wall for everyone to see,” Cindy explained. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, but it is my picture!” I declared.
It was a start. They say it takes three to five years to grieve, heal, and go back to a new normal, and we had many years ahead of us. We never imagined all the twists and changes our lives would take. The only sure thing was that Cindy and I walked this road together. It wasn’t always easy for either of us.
A very short except follows. Julie is the oldest biological daughter; Jenny is the baby of the family; Cindy is my aunt turned my mother.
They added a room for me at Hanson Inn. On the way to my new domain, my aunt side tracked my baby portrait. Cindy moved the picture of me to her collection.
Julie was the first to notice the theft announcing gleefully, “Look, Stacey’s picture is on our family wall where it belongs.”
Jenny walked up to the picture and asked, “Wasn’t it always there?”
“Nope!” Julie took over the conversation, again.
“Hey, you stole my picture,” My argumentative voice yelped.
“I wanted it on the wall for everyone to see,” Cindy explained. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, but it is my picture!” I declared.
It was a start. They say it takes three to five years to grieve, heal, and go back to a new normal, and we had many years ahead of us. We never imagined all the twists and changes our lives would take. The only sure thing was that Cindy and I walked this road together. It wasn’t always easy for either of us.
As I told mom’s story to others, they shared their lives. I kept notes compiling this book about twenty years in the making.
An excerpt follows.
'Heaven Opens to the Left'
My lawn man explained his father’s passing this way. “All of dad’s children, grandchildren, and his wife gathered bedside. We sat vigil as he struggled while fighting passing over. The room felt highly agitated so my one year old daughter reacted by being extremely active. She wasn’t whiney just nervous busy.”
“Suddenly, for no apparent reason, my little girl stopped touching everything in sight looking at her grandfather. Both of their faces seemed to glow in unison as he opened his eyes calmly locking his stare to hers.” He continued his monolog, “The baby glowed as if she was a Cherub as my father slowly reached high.”
His story provided more details; “We thought dad wanted to hold his grandchild one last time but his arms were high and to the left. She remained to his right shining with a huge smile. He passed right after a sunny feeling entered the room; the atmosphere and my baby remained radiant for a bit after my father was pronounced dead. Then, the area went back to normal, and we felt grief stricken.”
I entered his monolog, “The Hospice nurses that cared for my mother before her death said they think Heaven opens to the left because many souls praise their Creator with hands held high into the air and that direction.”
Amazed while analyzing quickly, the man responded, “That notion makes sense because ‘no one can come to the Father except through me (Jesus).’ If the thrones of Heaven face you as you die, the Lord sits to the right of God the Father. Heaven opens to the left as the passing soul faces those thrones. Thus, the person would reach high and towards the Son because God’s mercy comes from that man’s victory over death; our chance at eternal life comes from His direction!”
In unison, we agreed, “Heaven opens to the left.”
An excerpt follows.
'Heaven Opens to the Left'
My lawn man explained his father’s passing this way. “All of dad’s children, grandchildren, and his wife gathered bedside. We sat vigil as he struggled while fighting passing over. The room felt highly agitated so my one year old daughter reacted by being extremely active. She wasn’t whiney just nervous busy.”
“Suddenly, for no apparent reason, my little girl stopped touching everything in sight looking at her grandfather. Both of their faces seemed to glow in unison as he opened his eyes calmly locking his stare to hers.” He continued his monolog, “The baby glowed as if she was a Cherub as my father slowly reached high.”
His story provided more details; “We thought dad wanted to hold his grandchild one last time but his arms were high and to the left. She remained to his right shining with a huge smile. He passed right after a sunny feeling entered the room; the atmosphere and my baby remained radiant for a bit after my father was pronounced dead. Then, the area went back to normal, and we felt grief stricken.”
I entered his monolog, “The Hospice nurses that cared for my mother before her death said they think Heaven opens to the left because many souls praise their Creator with hands held high into the air and that direction.”
Amazed while analyzing quickly, the man responded, “That notion makes sense because ‘no one can come to the Father except through me (Jesus).’ If the thrones of Heaven face you as you die, the Lord sits to the right of God the Father. Heaven opens to the left as the passing soul faces those thrones. Thus, the person would reach high and towards the Son because God’s mercy comes from that man’s victory over death; our chance at eternal life comes from His direction!”
In unison, we agreed, “Heaven opens to the left.”
God told me to write my story but I meandered around instead. Then, He threw me for a loop crushing my left arm. After surgery to rebuild my Humerus in a partial upper arm replacement, I wrote those stories including the incredible healing that kept my arm from being amputated. This book resumes where Mom and God left off when I wrote my very first book entitled Mom’s on the Roof and I Can’t Get Her Down.
Two excerpts follow. At the very same location that I shattered my arm due to my trip of a lifetime, about twenty years earlier, I wished a child be released from her demon. A deliverance minister entered my life months after my accident to explain my fall.
“What’s a deliverance minister do? Does he play a banjo riverside?” I joked about my naivety more than about his chosen profession.
“It’s similar to an exorcist,” My brother equated the profession to a Catholic one.
I dodged those thoughts as my brother, an ex-preacher, spoke about freeing evil entities. “I’ve done it. It is scary work!” Before I asked for clarification on why it could be considered a frightening vocation, my brother continued, “When you goad an evil spirit, they attack more trying to control you. If you free them from entanglement with another’s soul, they need a new place to go so they can haunt and taunt you.” Suddenly, my mind conjured up some of my past experiences with evil including ‘The Exorcist’ and the devil child at the local spring.
“What do you mean?”
“They need to own a body, so they come after you.”
DAYS LATER, in our presence, that minister prayed with and for us. That excerpt follows.
After they finished asking God to heal her grief, the deliverance minister asked if he could pray over me. I have a message for you if you are comfortable enough to allow me to convey it. Without much thought, my head shook in the affirmative as my eyes remained shut. “Look at her,” My brother giggled nervously before the rest of them flocked over to me. “Angels will answer to you,” He whispered in my ear. I had no idea that my feet were hovering above the ground or that my body tilted at an angle as they closed in on me to pray. My sibling joked with me about it later, “You’re charismatic and spirit filled!”
After some spirited tongues, the minister clearly said, “I’m not here to pray for your sins or debts because most of your pain comes from the enemy that is after your soul. You have done what Our Father requires but you do one thing that I need to ask you to give up. Over the years of harm and pain- physical and emotional- you decided that others will eventually harm you, so you shut out help- even from God. You go it alone but He wants you to harden not your heart to Him. Let The Lord show you He has not forsaken you. In fact, He is pleased with your ways because you understand His Messages and follow His Path to Glory. He wants you to let Him join you more often, so you can use The Lord’s Power as well as your own to win this battle between good and evil in this world. Many loved ones have unwisely injured you to the degree that you lack some trust but God is trustworthy.”
WHAT HAPPENED; better yet- WHATHAPPENED NEXT?
Some answers as well as these inspiring books and more are @
AMAZON as paperbacks and Kindles http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=mchanson714,
SMASHWORDS in most eBook formats http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=mchanson714,
&
LULU ITUNES eBooks & some are hardcopy http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mchanson714.
Two excerpts follow. At the very same location that I shattered my arm due to my trip of a lifetime, about twenty years earlier, I wished a child be released from her demon. A deliverance minister entered my life months after my accident to explain my fall.
“What’s a deliverance minister do? Does he play a banjo riverside?” I joked about my naivety more than about his chosen profession.
“It’s similar to an exorcist,” My brother equated the profession to a Catholic one.
I dodged those thoughts as my brother, an ex-preacher, spoke about freeing evil entities. “I’ve done it. It is scary work!” Before I asked for clarification on why it could be considered a frightening vocation, my brother continued, “When you goad an evil spirit, they attack more trying to control you. If you free them from entanglement with another’s soul, they need a new place to go so they can haunt and taunt you.” Suddenly, my mind conjured up some of my past experiences with evil including ‘The Exorcist’ and the devil child at the local spring.
“What do you mean?”
“They need to own a body, so they come after you.”
DAYS LATER, in our presence, that minister prayed with and for us. That excerpt follows.
After they finished asking God to heal her grief, the deliverance minister asked if he could pray over me. I have a message for you if you are comfortable enough to allow me to convey it. Without much thought, my head shook in the affirmative as my eyes remained shut. “Look at her,” My brother giggled nervously before the rest of them flocked over to me. “Angels will answer to you,” He whispered in my ear. I had no idea that my feet were hovering above the ground or that my body tilted at an angle as they closed in on me to pray. My sibling joked with me about it later, “You’re charismatic and spirit filled!”
After some spirited tongues, the minister clearly said, “I’m not here to pray for your sins or debts because most of your pain comes from the enemy that is after your soul. You have done what Our Father requires but you do one thing that I need to ask you to give up. Over the years of harm and pain- physical and emotional- you decided that others will eventually harm you, so you shut out help- even from God. You go it alone but He wants you to harden not your heart to Him. Let The Lord show you He has not forsaken you. In fact, He is pleased with your ways because you understand His Messages and follow His Path to Glory. He wants you to let Him join you more often, so you can use The Lord’s Power as well as your own to win this battle between good and evil in this world. Many loved ones have unwisely injured you to the degree that you lack some trust but God is trustworthy.”
WHAT HAPPENED; better yet- WHATHAPPENED NEXT?
Some answers as well as these inspiring books and more are @
AMAZON as paperbacks and Kindles http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=mchanson714,
SMASHWORDS in most eBook formats http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=mchanson714,
&
LULU ITUNES eBooks & some are hardcopy http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mchanson714.
