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Conscious Living with Wendy Garrett is produced by Empower Radio and featured on empoweradio, iheart, itunes, stitcher and various independent youtube channels. Programs cover a wide range of Mind-Body-Spirit/Alternative Awareness/PSI topics, including: Consciousness, UFO, Metaphysics, Paranormal and Energy Medicine.

Ongoing personal experiences with extraordinary and unexplained seen/unseen phenomena underscore my belief in a world abundant with wonders we haven't yet begun to fathom.

Experiencers, via their unique encounters, give us glimpses and clues to what potentials creation has yet to reveal when we are willing to listen to the call of the muse and curious enough to table our fear and explore the unknown inner and outer limits of being.

And the answers are there, teasing us in quirks, quarks and fantastic anomalies.

My proof
- and that is the whole point of this reality thing being very personal and unique to the individual experiencer - the light beside me goes off for a moment and then comes on again as I am composing this introduction, underscoring the "quirk" factor and the representation of the ever-present, unseen support in this adventure.

Thank you for your interest and for listening. I hope you enjoy the shows! - wendy ... and the nightlights ;)

Friday, April 27, 2007

Homeward Bound, Tripping the Light Fantastic, My Father the Star

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life. - Jean Paul Richter

Time to say Goodbye and Hello. My father is dying. He's playing with the electricity giving the nightlights a bit of competition. We were not close of late - but he is how I got here. This song works for my Dad. He was a contrarian. I liked him best when he laughed. It is my great fortune, as it turns out, we parted with loving words.

As I reminisced about my Father with my mother on the phone, the sun blazed a bright glow in the middle of a downpour that included tiny chips of hail. Very impressive, as was the thunder. That performance alone was wonderful; then I turned to see the church at the end of my street. The very tip top of the steeple appeared to sprout a brilliant rainbow. It spanned the entire sky. Even in the process of departure, dad found a way to check in. He hasn't forgotten me. I can't forget him.

Not satisfied with loving words, albeit spoken several years ago... Dad finagled a flashy mix of color to splash across the sky at the perfect moment. He found a way to penetrate the illusion of separation in time, space and presence, and bless me with a rainbow hug. The words he managed to send from the in transit plane I would not consider final. "I am right beside you."