Gooee, the psychic in this fiction novel, is the one we could all learn from... intuitive, a student of life, living in the moment, almost fearless.  Following one's intuition is a skill best honed.  Writing A Breath Floats By was a spiritual conception for me, and a lesson in intuition and listening to the Mystery of the Divine.  Once I listened to my inspiration, the novel flowed.  Syncronicity surpassed creativity. 

Introducing Lindsay—Heather Laurel—Gooee—Daniel and Sam… 

Gooee is the intuitive.  The one in the red dress.  She is the aggravating piece of sand in Lindsay's shell.  Lindsay avoids her at every turn.  Gooee knows it, but psychic Gooee is here to accomplish what she knows that she knows that she knows she has promised Lindsay…... regardless if Lindsay still wants to accomplish her life purpose.  Gooee makes it her business.  Lindsay cannot dodge or duck, cannot even keep her desires or fears private.

The story of a soul cluster of women and men, brought together to support one another in their present life and fulfill their life purpose. 

A Breath Floats By is a story of three women and two men devoted to one another… even through death.
 
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Excerpt from.....

The Twilight

Sometimes a breath floats by me
An odor from Dreamland sent, 
Which makes the ghost seem nigh me
Of a something that came and went,
Of a life lived somewhere, I know not

In what diviner sphere.....
A something too vague, could I name it,
For others to know:
 
As though I had lived it and dreamed it,
As though I had acted and schemed it
Long ago.....

       James Russell Lowell, 1819-1891

somewhere in chapter seven...…

..........................Lindsay is on the outskirts of a drumming circle and has her first out-of-body experience.  Gooee, the mind-reader, comes to torment her with realities deeper than she wishes to consider……

“Dear one,” Heather Laurel said softly, “now is the time when we must begin to be completely honest with everything.”

“Honest?”

“Before it’s too late.”  Heather Laurel turned toward the long cottage.  “Going to the loo,” she said gaily and laughed.  She gracefully skipped away, reminding Lindsay why she really should try yoga.  Heather Laurel stopped at the cottage door and turned back to her.  “You’re welcome to come inside.”  And she was gone.

Don’t say that so loud, Lindsay thought.  Gooee will know I’m out here.  But already she could hear Gooee breathing on the other side of her in the dark.

“Well, did you have a nice trip?” Gooee asked, easing herself onto the bench.  The wood planks molded beneath their weight.  She smelled of orange blossoms and clanked with a shell necklace like a nice seawitch.  The moon barely illuminated Gooee’s aging shadowed face.  “Darling, we saw you out exploring space.”

Lindsay sputtered a laugh.  “You saw no such exploration.  I was sitting right here.”

“Your body was here, your spirit was floating, only less than a minute though, not an exceptionally long trip, but it was something to revel in.”

“You are really nuts.”

“Do you want to take a chance?”  Not in singsong, Gooee was forthright.

Lindsay remembered all the dreams…...  her first dream here at the lake, the women singing and drumming. 

The miracles, as she had come to think of everything given when she said she needed them.

She couldn’t deny any of this, even if she thought Gooee was deranged.

“Now we need to be so honest with ourselves that it scares the hell out of us.”

Again the honest with oneself speech, twice in one night too.  “Did Heather Laurel tell you to say that to me?”

“Would she do something like that?”

“No.”  Lindsay sat quiet for a moment.  “Gooee, why honest?”

“Darling, why not honest?”

“Why not,” Lindsay agreed.

“Darling, we all suffer pains, loneliness, there are troubling, discouraging life experiences for everyone, people have addictions-”

“Life is rough, it hurts,” Lindsay briskly summarized.

“Its pure crap sometimes and we have to find our way out, but that’s life, the time is an illusion for the soul but the life is very real, and it’s not so difficult if we ask for assistance.  Then, there are all these experiences which end up being doorways through awareness, and through them, you have been given the opportunity to understand beyond the illusion.  Illusion is only a tool for your soul to grow and balance.”

“Are you still talking about honesty?”

“Yes.”

“And Sam?”

“Yes.”

And integrity, she thought.  Lindsay was afraid to ask, but she knew Gooee already knew the question.  How honest would she be if she didn’t ask this one?  “And are you talking about Daniel?”

“Your rendezvous friend who is floating aimlessly, waiting for a touch from you just once in a thousand years...”

“Daniel?”  But Lindsay knew.

“Darling, only Daniel.”

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Novel: psychic intuition, psychic dreams, ability, influences, women's fiction, womens fiction, spiritual fiction, new age, intuitives, psychics, mindreaders, life purpose, spiritual guidance, reincarnation, books, miracles, angels, drumming circle, out of body experience, spiritual traveling, oobe, spirit guides, soul group, cluster, soul mates, romance, eternal love, the secret of life, spiritual dimensions, spirituality, awakening, crone magic, shaman, astral travel

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