Being Born Again is a new series by, Gordon Phinn. He writes adventurous and exciting original stories based on his years of otherworldly and afterlife experiences and some of the people he came into contact with that were, Being Born Again.
“I see these stories, fictions employing my knowledge of afterlife conditions and my writer’s imagination, as examples of how individuals in spirit respond to their urgings to either stay in paradise or return to the challenges of earth life, whether they believe in reincarnation or not. The variety of responses and paths followed are, and should be, as many as exist on earth. I doubt, in fact, that I could cover them all, but in the months ahead I shall, hopefully, render a sufficiently wide sample to convey what I perceive as the complexity of the situation.”
~ Gordon Phinn
My Husband Had Me Murdered
Shocking but true. Or maybe not so shocking. Happens all the time doesn’t it? Open the paper, read the news, check Twitter or whatever. It’d be more noticeable if he disemboweled me and fried the intestines for breakfast. But I was just disappeared with a plausible back up story. And they disappeared me in the best way: right out in the open, the mangled corpse, the wrecked car. My first funeral really.
Delaying The Inevitable
Sovereign Abilities is proud to bring you, Gordon Phinn's new fictional series - Being Born Again. In this new series, Gordon writes original stories based on his years of otherworldly and afterlife experiences and some of the people he came into contact with that were, Being Born Again. Enjoy, Delaying The Inevitable.
Gordon Phinn's practice continues and includes regressions (past and LBL), life readings, spirit guidance & distance healing. My spirit contacts began around the year 1970 after my father’s passing in 1968. They took the form of what we now call lucid dreams. In them I was often sitting with him as he told me things like, “Try to imagine I’ve gone on a long holiday”. A few others followed at lengthy intervals, and combined with my wide reading in the esoteric, occult and metaphysical literature, by the 1980’s I felt quite educated in those matters. Some of the dreams suggested I was being guided and taught, and I had read enough to know the signs. I waited patiently for a revelation. Eventually it came, but not in the form I had expected. The crop circle phenomenon of the ’90s grabbed me by the neck and I couldn’t stay away from southern England. By the new millenium I knew I had been changed forever. My facilitation practice continues, & includes regressions (past and LBL), life readings, spirit guidance & distance healing. Books available for purchase by Gordon Phinn Eternal Life and How to Enjoy It: A First-Hand Account Confronting Your Immortality: beyond belief and into eternity - living the ascension The Word Of Gord On The Meaning Of Life (The Word Of Gord Series Book 1) You are History:The Soul, The Higher Self, and our Share of Divinity Bowering and McFadden: reflections on their contributions to Canadian Literature Embracing Your Divinity: instead of your doubt Jesus And The Christ (Department of Intuitive Understanding Book 1) It's All About Me: how criticism mirrors the self The Poet Stuart: Poems for Stuart Ross (2004-2014) The Poet Stuart: Poems for Stuart Ross (2004-2019) Life Is Just Another Place To Be: Poems 2013/14 Why Aliens Are Us: a metaphysical assessment The Agents And The Information: a fable of existence Who Cares About Ancient Secrets? (The Scottish Psychic: Andrew from St. Andrews Book 1) More Adventures In Eternity
Dead But Not Really Dead: Five Ways Of Looking At The Afterlife
The Word of Gord on the Afterlife (The Word of Gord Series: Book Two 2)
An American In Heaven
Consciousness A Primer
Music Amuses
The Stroke That Saved My Life
It was only a stroke, but it took me away in seconds. Warnings, hints, little blips I should have paid attention to? Nada. I’d been for my morning walk and I felt a strange sensation as I gazed out the window and was wondering if a headache was coming on when suddenly everything was….gone. But I was there, in some dark nothingness. No sound, no smell, no breath...