Feathered Friends is a book to read online forever. Sarah. A child's journey into the world of boundless joy (collection) A new level of embodiment of desires
Esther and Jerry Hicks
Sarah (Book 1)
(teachings of Abraham)
Feathered friends are forever
A NEW LEVEL OF DESIRING
Foreword
This is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, withdrawn girl of ten, not too happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and she is cool about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many children in our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old. Sarah is really the collective image of all children.
Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but looking around, she does not see the reason for the day of such feelings. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl, who shows her how to see things differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will understand that this is much more than a children's story. This is a card of gaining joy and happiness, due to your birthright.
My whole family has read this book and since then we have all changed. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said that he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now put on your glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.
I can't stop praising this book that transforms life. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the path to the heights of fulfillment of desires. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it is suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!
Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars SeriesIntroduction
"People like entertainment more than information." As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hirst. If so, then it is obvious that the most effective method transmission of information, even of great importance to the individual, in an entertaining form.
Feathered Friends are Forever both entertains and informs, whichever you like best, thanks to Esther and her text editor. Lessons infinite wisdom and the unconditional love taught by Sarah's highly entertaining feathered mentor is intertwined with stories of Sarah's enlightening experiences with her family, friends, neighbors, and teachers; thanks to this, you rise to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that everything is good.
Think about who you are and why you are here, and then when you finish your first leisurely reading of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what matters to you.
With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you will gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of fulfilling your desires.
Eternity of birds of one flight
Sarah, lying in a warm bed, frowned, upset that she woke up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. I hate those short winter days, Sarah thought. "I'd rather stay in bed until the sun comes up."
Sarah knew that she was dreaming of something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what the dream was about.
I don’t want to wake up yet, she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant sleep to a not too pleasant cold winter morning. Sara buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to figure out if Mom was up. She pulled the covers over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so great that Sarah wanted more.
"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe, if you have patience and relax, I'll forget about it ... - Sarah changed her position, trying to postpone the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing". Sarah tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom, carefully stepping around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to immediately flush the water in order to enjoy the loneliness. "Just five minutes of peace and quiet."
Sarah! Are you up already? Come here, help me!
You could wash it off right away, ”Sarah muttered. - I'm coming! she shouted to her mother.
She could never understand how the mother knew all the time what the rest of the inhabitants of the house were doing. She must have put bugs in all the rooms, Sarah decided grimly. She knew that in fact it was not, but gloomy thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.
“You need to stop drinking before bed. Better not to drink anything since noon. Then, when I wake up, I can lie in bed and think, and be completely, completely alone - and no one will know that I woke up.
I wonder at what age people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else never remains in silence. They cannot listen to their own thoughts, because they are always talking or watching TV, and when they get into the car, the first thing they do is turn on the radio. Nobody seems to like being alone. They want to be with someone else all the time. They want to go to meetings, or the movies, or dance, or play ball. I wish I could cover everyone with a blanket of silence, so that at least sometimes I can listen to what I think. Interestingly, in general it happens - that you are not sleeping, but at the same time you are not bombarded by someone else's noise?
I’m starting a club. "People against other people's noise." Requirements for club members: you may like other people, but you do not need to talk to them.
You may enjoy looking at them, but you don't need to explain to others what you saw. You have to love to be alone with yourself sometimes, just to think. It's okay to strive to help others, but you should be willing to keep helping to a minimum, because that's a trap you will fall into. If you're too eager to help, it's over. They will capture you with their ideas, and you will not have time for yourself. You must be ready to stand still and watch others so that they do not notice you.
Jerry Hicks.
Sarah. A child's journey into the world of boundless joy (collection)
Esther and jerry hicks
Sara. Book 1-3
All rights reserved. No part of the electronic version of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including placement on the Internet and corporate networks, for private and public use without the written permission of the copyright holder.
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Praise the book
The writer says:
“Sarah is a heart-rejoicing story about a girl who learns the secrets of creating happy life... And as Sarah learns to make her life happy right here and now, so does the reader. They both transform as if by magic.
This refreshing and inspiring book can awaken in all readers the inner strength they already possess and push them to create the life they have always dreamed of.
Sarah is a book that you will want to read to your family and friends, because it contains important messages about life, written in simple and understandable language.
Inspirational text is like a spell and can change lives just because it is read. And although this book was written not only “for children”, “Sarah” is a book that will transform the life of a child who lives in each of us.
Strong. Magic. Inspirational. Read it yourself. "
The accountant says:
“Sarah is a miracle. This is my third time reading! I learned so much from her. This book makes my life so much better! "
A ten year old child writes:
“I just read your book ... This best book which I have read in my entire life. I wanted to thank you for writing it, because it brought the biggest change in my life. "
Grandma writes:
“What an overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude I have. My granddaughter reads excerpts from the book to us and her friends all the time ... so understandable and delightful! "
Audrey Harbor Bershen, psychotherapist:
“This beautiful book is how precious stone whose grace lies in the clarity of its message. His advice goes straight to the heart, connecting Sarah with each of us! A gentle, charming story, sometimes funny, often significant, and most importantly, amazingly interesting. It will undoubtedly become a reference book for those who are learning to live well. "
Abraham says:
"This book will help you remember that you are an eternal being ... and will help you discover the eternal bond that unites lovers together."
This book is dedicated to all of you - those who, in their quest for enlightenment and well-being, asked the questions that this book answers ... and the four wonderful children of our children, who became examples of what this book teaches ... who do not ask questions, because nothing else have not forgotten.
Sarah.
Book 1. Feathered friends are forever
A new level of fulfillment of desires
Foreword
This is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, withdrawn girl of ten, not too happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and she is cool about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many of the children of our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old. Sarah is really the collective image of all children.
Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but looking around she sees no reason for such feelings. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl, who shows her how to see things differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will understand that this is much more than a children's story. This is a card of gaining joy and happiness, due to your birthright.
My whole family has read this book and since then we have all changed. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said that he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now put on your glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.
I can't stop praising this book that transforms life. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the path to the heights of fulfillment of desires. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it is suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!
Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars Series
Introduction
"People like entertainment more than information." As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hirst. If this is the case, then it is obvious that the most effective way of conveying information, even of great importance to a person, is in an entertaining form.
Feathered Friends are Forever, both entertain and inform, whichever you like best, thanks to Esther and her text editor. The lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's highly entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of Sarah's enlightening experiences with her family, friends, neighbors, and teachers; thanks to this, you rise to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that everything is good.
Think about who you are and why you are here, and then when you finish your first leisurely reading of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what matters to you.
With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you will gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of fulfilling your desires.
Jerry Hicks
Part I. Eternity of birds of one flight
Chapter 1
Sarah, lying in a warm bed, frowned, upset that she woke up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. I hate these short winter days, Sarah thought. "I'd rather stay in bed until the sun comes up."
Sarah knew that she was dreaming of something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what the dream was about.
I don’t want to wake up yet, she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant sleep to a not too pleasant cold winter morning. Sara buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to figure out if Mom was up. She pulled the covers over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so great that Sarah wanted more.
"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe, if you have patience and relax, I'll forget about it ... - Sarah changed her position, trying to postpone the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing".
Sarah tiptoed down the hallway to the toilet, carefully stepping around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to immediately flush the water in order to enjoy the loneliness. "Just five minutes of peace and quiet."
- Sarah! Are you up already? Come here, help me!
“You could wash it off right away,” Sarah muttered. - I'm coming! She shouted to her mother.
She could never understand how the mother knew all the time what the rest of the inhabitants of the house were doing. She must have put bugs in all the rooms, Sarah decided grimly. She knew that in fact it was not, but gloomy thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.
“You need to stop drinking before bed. Better not to drink anything since noon. Then, when I wake up, I can lie in bed and think, and be completely, completely alone - and no one will know that I woke up.
I wonder at what age people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else never remains in silence. They cannot listen to their own thoughts, because they are always talking or watching TV, and when they get into the car, the first thing they do is turn on the radio. Nobody seems to like being alone. They want to be with someone else all the time. They want to go to meetings, or the movies, or dance, or play ball. I wish I could cover everyone with a blanket of silence, so that at least sometimes I can listen to what I think. Interestingly, in general it happens - that you are not sleeping, but at the same time you are not bombarded by someone else's noise?
I’m starting a club. "People against other people's noise". Requirements for club members: you may like other people, but you do not need to talk to them. You may enjoy looking at them, but you don't need to explain to others what you saw. You have to love to be alone with yourself sometimes, just to think. It's okay to strive to help others, but you should be willing to keep helping to a minimum, because that's a trap you will fall into. If you're too eager to help, it's over. They will capture you with their ideas, and you will not have time for yourself. You must be ready to stand still and watch others so that they do not notice you.
I wonder if anyone other than me would want to join my club? No, it will ruin everything! My club is dedicated to not needing any clubs! It's just that my life is important enough, interesting and exciting enough, and I don't need anyone else. "
Startled, Sarah found herself standing in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, and listlessly running a toothbrush in her mouth.
- Are you going to sit there all day? Hurry up! We have a lot to do!
Chapter 2
- Sarah, did you want to say something?
Sarah jumped up and realized that Mr. Jorgensen had called her name.
- Yes, sir. I mean, what about, sir? Sarah stammered as the other twenty-seven of her classmates giggled.
Sarah never understood why they were so delighted with someone else's humiliation, but they never missed the opportunity to enjoy it, laughing as if something funny had really happened. "What's so funny about someone feeling bad?" Sarah was completely at a loss to find an answer to that question, but it was still not a good time to think, because Mr. Jorgensen still kept her in the spotlight for her awkwardness, and her classmates watched her with outright gloating.
- Can you answer the question, Sarah?
Laughter again.
- Get up, Sarah, and finally give us an answer.
Why is he doing this? Is it really that important? "
Five or six hands went up in the classroom - Sarah's classmates decided to show themselves and at the same time add pleasure to themselves, making Sarah look even worse.
“No, sir,” Sarah whispered, sinking back to her desk.
- What did you say, Sarah? - the teacher barked.
“I said no, sir, I don’t know the answer to the question,” Sarah spoke a little louder. But Mr. Jorgensen hasn't finished with her yet - not yet.
- Do you know the question itself, Sarah?
Her cheeks flushed with shame. She had no idea what the question was about. She was immersed in her thoughts, completely withdrawn into her inner world.
- Sarah, can I give you some advice?
She did not look up, knowing that her permission was not required by Mr. Jorgensen.
“I advise you, young lady, to spend more time thinking about the important issues discussed in class, and less time looking out the window and indulging in meaningless unnecessary daydreams. Try to put something in your empty head. - Laughter in class again.
"Will this lesson ever end?"
And then the bell finally rang.
Sarah walked home slowly, watching her red boots sink into the white snow. She was grateful for the snowfall. I am grateful for the silence. Grateful for the opportunity to retreat in my own mind for the two-mile walk home.
She noticed that the water under the Main Street Bridge was almost completely covered with ice, and thought about trying to go down the coast and see how thick the ice was, but decided to postpone it until another day. She saw the water flowing under the ice and smiled, trying to imagine how many faces the river reflected over the years. This bridge over the river was Sarah's favorite part of the road home. There was always something interesting going on here.
After crossing the bridge, Sarah looked at the road for the first time since leaving the schoolyard, and felt a slight pang of sadness, because there were only two blocks left before the end of her walk in silence and loneliness. She slowed down to stretch her newfound peace, and then came back a little to look at the bridge again.
“Okay,” she sighed softly, stepping out onto the gravel path that led to her house. She stopped on the steps to knock off a large piece of ice: first she shook it with the toe of her boot, and then shoved it into a snowdrift. Then she took off her wet shoes and entered the house.
Closing the door quietly and hanging her heavy wet coat on a hanger, Sarah tried to make as little noise as possible. She, unlike other family members, never shouted out loudly: "I'm home!"
“I wish I was a hermit,” she concluded, walking through the living room into the kitchen. - A calm, happy hermit who thinks, speaks or does not speak, and chooses what to do with his time. Yes!"
Chapter 3
The only thing Sarah realized, lying in front of her school locker on the dirty floor, was that her elbow was very, very sore.
A fall is always a shock. It happens so fast. Here you are in an upright position and move quickly and quickly, filled with the intention to be at your desk when the bell rings, but now you are lying on your back, unable to move, stunned and with an aching elbow. And the worst thing is to fall like this at school, where everyone can see you.
Sarah looked at a sea of malevolent faces that grinned, giggled, or laughed out loud. "When this happens to them, they don't act like that."
When they realized that nothing more interesting was expected - no broken bones and bloody wounds, no convulsions of the suffering victim - the crowd dispersed, and Sarah's vile classmates forgot about her, going to class.
A hand reached out to Sarah; They picked her up, seating her, and a girl's voice asked:
- Are you okay? Do you want to get up?
No, Sarah thought. "I want to disappear." But, since it was unlikely, and the crowd had almost dissipated, Sarah smiled faintly, and Ellen helped her to her feet.
Sarah had never spoken to Ellen before, but saw her in the school hallways. Ellen was two grades older, and in this school she was only a year old.
Sarah knew almost nothing about Ellen, but this was not unusual. The older guys never talked to the younger ones. It was forbidden by some kind of unwritten rules. But Ellen always smiled lightly, and although it seemed that she had few friends and spent most of the time on her own, she looked completely happy. Maybe that's why Sarah drew attention to her. Sarah was also a loner. She liked it.
“This floor is always slippery when it's damp outside,” Ellen said. “It's amazing that so few people fall here.
Still somewhat dazed and dumbfounded, Sarah didn’t delve into Ellen’s words, but something about them made her feel much better.
Sarah was somewhat alarmed that another person had such an influence on her. She rarely gave more preference to other people's words than the quiet refuge of her own thoughts. It felt strange.
“Thanks,” Sarah muttered, trying to brush the dirt off her stained skirt.
“I think it won't look so bad when it's dry,” Ellen said.
Again, it wasn't what Ellen had said. Ordinary words that you hear every day, but there was something else in them. Something in the way she said them.
“Oh, nothing,” she replied. “We'd better hurry, or we'll be late.
Sitting down - the elbow hurts, the clothes are dirty, the laces are untied, and the thin Brown hair hanging over her eyes. Sarah felt better at her desk than ever. It is illogical, but true.
The walk home from school that day was also unusual. Instead of immersing herself in her own thoughts, not paying attention to anything but a narrow path in the snow, Sarah was cheerful and lively. She wanted to sing. And so she did. Humming a familiar melody, she happily walked along the path, looking at other people walking around the town.
Passing the only restaurant in the city, Sarah wondered if she should have a snack after school. Often a frosting donut, ice cream cone, or a bag of potato chips was a great way to distract her from a long, exhausting day at school.
“I haven’t spent anything of my pocket money this week yet,” Sarah thought as she stood in front of a small cafe, thinking. But in the end I decided not to buy anything, remembering the words that my mother constantly repeated: "Don't ruin your appetite."
Sarah never understood what that meant, because she was always ready to eat what she was offered if the food was delicious. It was only if the food looked bad, or especially if it smelled bad, that Sarah found excuses not to eat it, or at least eat a little. "In my opinion, in this case, the one who cooked spoils my appetite." Sarah chuckled as she walked home again. Today she really didn't need anything - everything was fine in her world.
Chapter 4
Sarah stopped at the Main Street Bridge to look down at the ice to see if it was thick enough to walk on. She noticed several birds standing on the ice and rather large dog footprints in the snow covering it, but she doubted the ice would support her weight; and she's wearing a heavy coat, boots and a massive bag of books. Better to wait, Sarah decided, looking at the frozen river.
So, bending over the ice, leaning on a rusty railing, which, according to Sarah, had been installed here solely for her pleasure, she felt wonderful for the first time in a long time and therefore decided to linger and admire the river. It was her favorite place in the world. Throwing the bag under her feet, she leaned even harder against the railing.
Relaxing and enjoying the view, Sarah remembered with a smile the day when the usual old railings turned into perfect ones to lean on: on that day a hay wagon crashed into them, because its owner, Mr. Jackson, hit the brakes in a wet icy road so as not to run over Harvey, Mrs. Peterson's dachshund. Then, for months, everyone in the city talked about how lucky he was that he and his van did not crash straight into the river. Sarah was always amazed at how people "inflate" events more and more terrible than it actually was. If Mr. Jackson's van had thundered into the river, then it would have been a different matter. That would justify the hype about him. Or if he thundered into the river and drowned, then the reason for conversation would have been even more significant. But he didn't fall into the river.
As far as Sarah understood, there was no harm in that situation at all. The van is not damaged. Mr. Jackson is not injured. Harvey got scared and stayed at home for several days, but nothing serious happened to him. “People like to worry,” Sarah concluded. But she was thrilled when she found a new place to lean on the railing. Large, thick steel bars were now arching over the water. A wonderful place, as if specially made for Sarah.
Leaning over the water and looking down, Sarah saw the trunk of a fallen tree stretching out over the river, and this also made her smile. He appeared after another "accident" that came in handy for her.
One of the large trees that grew along the coast was badly damaged during a thunderstorm. Therefore, the farmer who owned this land gathered several volunteers around the city, and they cut all the branches from the tree, going to cut it down. Sarah didn’t understand why this was causing so much noise and excitement. Just an old tree.
Her father would not let her get close enough to listen to what was being said, but Sarah heard someone mention that they were worried about the wires getting too close. After that, however, the saws roared again, and nothing else was heard; so Sarah stood on the sidelines, like almost all the inhabitants of the city, watching the grand event.
Suddenly the saws fell silent, and in the silence someone shouted, "Oh no!" Sarah remembered closing her eyes and covering her ears. As if the whole city shuddered as it fell a big tree but when Sarah opened her eyes, she squealed with delight, barely seeing a new beautiful bridge made of logs that connected the paths on both sides of the river.
Sitting in her metal nest, right above the water, Sarah took a deep breath, wanting to absorb the delicious river air. He acted hypnotically. Aromas, constant uniform sound of water. I love the river, Sarah thought, still staring at the old log that crossed the water downstream.
Sarah liked to walk on the log, stretching her arms out for balance and moving as fast as possible. She was never afraid, but she always remembered that the slightest wrong step - and she would be in the river. And every time, crossing the log, she mentally heard the disturbing, uncomfortable words of her mother: “Sarah, stay away from the river! You can drown! "
Esther and jerry hicks
Sara. Book 1-3
All rights reserved. No part of the electronic version of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including placement on the Internet and corporate networks, for private and public use without the written permission of the copyright holder.
Praise the book
The writer says:
“Sarah is a heart-rending story about a girl who learns the secrets of creating a happy life. And as Sarah learns to make her life happy right here and now, so does the reader. They both transform as if by magic.
This refreshing and inspiring book can awaken in all readers the inner strength they already possess and push them to create the life they have always dreamed of.
Sarah is a book that you will want to read to your family and friends, because it contains important messages about life, written in simple and understandable language.
Inspirational text is like a spell and can change lives just because it is read. And although this book was written not only “for children”, “Sarah” is a book that will transform the life of a child who lives in each of us.
Strong. Magic. Inspirational. Read it yourself. "
The accountant says:
“Sarah is a miracle. This is my third time reading! I learned so much from her. This book makes my life so much better! "
A ten year old child writes:
“I just read your book ... This is the best book I have read in my entire life. I wanted to thank you for writing it, because it brought the biggest change in my life. "
Grandma writes:
“What an overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude I have. My granddaughter reads excerpts from the book to us and her friends all the time ... so understandable and delightful! "
Audrey Harbor Bershen, psychotherapist:
“This beautiful book is like a precious stone, the grace of which is in the clarity of its message. His advice goes straight to the heart, connecting Sarah with each of us! A gentle, charming story, sometimes funny, often significant, and most importantly, amazingly interesting. It will undoubtedly become a reference book for those who are learning to live well. "
Abraham says:
"This book will help you remember that you are an eternal being ... and will help you discover the eternal bond that unites lovers together."
This book is dedicated to all of you - those who, in their quest for enlightenment and well-being, asked the questions that this book answers ... and the four wonderful children of our children, who became examples of what this book teaches ... who do not ask questions, because nothing else have not forgotten.
Sarah. Book 1. Feathered friends are forever
A new level of fulfillment of desires
Foreword
This is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, withdrawn girl of ten, not too happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and she is cool about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many of the children of our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old. Sarah is really the collective image of all children.
Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but looking around she sees no reason for such feelings. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl, who shows her how to see things differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will understand that this is much more than a children's story. This is a card of gaining joy and happiness, due to your birthright.
My whole family has read this book and since then we have all changed. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said that he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now put on your glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.
I can't stop praising this book that transforms life. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the path to the heights of fulfillment of desires. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it is suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!
Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars Series
Introduction
"People like entertainment more than information." As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hirst. If this is the case, then it is obvious that the most effective way of conveying information, even of great importance to a person, is in an entertaining form.
Feathered Friends are Forever, both entertain and inform, whichever you like best, thanks to Esther and her text editor. The lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's highly entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of Sarah's enlightening experiences with her family, friends, neighbors, and teachers; thanks to this, you rise to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that everything is good.
Think about who you are and why you are here, and then when you finish your first leisurely reading of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what matters to you.
With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you will gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of fulfilling your desires.
Jerry Hicks
Part I. Eternity of birds of one flight
Sarah, lying in a warm bed, frowned, upset that she woke up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. I hate these short winter days, Sarah thought. "I'd rather stay in bed until the sun comes up."
Sarah knew that she was dreaming of something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what the dream was about.
I don’t want to wake up yet, she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant sleep to a not too pleasant cold winter morning. Sara buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to figure out if Mom was up. She pulled the covers over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so great that Sarah wanted more.
"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe, if you have patience and relax, I'll forget about it ... - Sarah changed her position, trying to postpone the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing".
Sarah tiptoed down the hallway to the toilet, carefully stepping around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to immediately flush the water in order to enjoy the loneliness. "Just five minutes of peace and quiet."
Esther and Jerry Hicks
Sarah (Book 1)
(teachings of Abraham)
Feathered friends are forever
A NEW LEVEL OF DESIRING
Foreword
This is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, withdrawn girl of ten, not too happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and she is cool about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many children in our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old. Sarah is really the collective image of all children.
Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but looking around, she does not see the reason for the day of such feelings. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl, who shows her how to see things differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will understand that this is much more than a children's story. This is a card of gaining joy and happiness, due to your birthright.
My whole family has read this book and since then we have all changed. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said that he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now put on your glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.
I can't stop praising this book that transforms life. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the path to the heights of fulfillment of desires. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it is suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!
Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars Series
Introduction
"People like entertainment more than information." As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hirst. If this is the case, then it is obvious that the most effective way of conveying information, even of great importance to the individual, is in an entertaining form.
Feathered Friends are Forever both entertains and informs, whichever you like best, thanks to Esther and her text editor. The lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's highly entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of Sarah's enlightening experiences with her family, friends, neighbors, and teachers; thanks to this, you rise to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that everything is good.
Think about who you are and why you are here, and then when you finish your first leisurely reading of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what matters to you.
With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you will gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of fulfilling your desires.
Eternity of birds of one flight
Sarah, lying in a warm bed, frowned, upset that she woke up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. I hate those short winter days, Sarah thought. "I'd rather stay in bed until the sun comes up."
Sarah knew that she was dreaming of something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what the dream was about.
I don’t want to wake up yet, she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant sleep to a not too pleasant cold winter morning. Sara buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to figure out if Mom was up. She pulled the covers over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so great that Sarah wanted more.
"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe, if you have patience and relax, I'll forget about it ... - Sarah changed her position, trying to postpone the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing". Sarah tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom, carefully stepping around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to immediately flush the water in order to enjoy the loneliness. "Just five minutes of peace and quiet."
Sarah! Are you up already? Come here, help me!
You could wash it off right away, ”Sarah muttered. - I'm coming! she shouted to her mother.
She could never understand how the mother knew all the time what the rest of the inhabitants of the house were doing. She must have put bugs in all the rooms, Sarah decided grimly. She knew that in fact it was not, but gloomy thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.
“You need to stop drinking before bed. Better not to drink anything since noon. Then, when I wake up, I can lie in bed and think, and be completely, completely alone - and no one will know that I woke up.
I wonder at what age people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else never remains in silence. They cannot listen to their own thoughts, because they are always talking or watching TV, and when they get into the car, the first thing they do is turn on the radio. Nobody seems to like being alone. They want to be with someone else all the time. They want to go to meetings, or the movies, or dance, or play ball. I wish I could cover everyone with a blanket of silence, so that at least sometimes I can listen to what I think. Interestingly, in general it happens - that you are not sleeping, but at the same time you are not bombarded by someone else's noise?
