Magnolia In The Light
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The silence is deafening; the soft purr of the wind
is the only noise to be heard as I awaken in this unfamiliar bedroom. The sun is shinning so brightly I thought it
was midday, only to look at the clock radio sitting on the dresser to realize
its only 6:30am. We had traveled all
night and it was so dark that I didn’t even realize there was surrounding
homes.
My name is Jasmine and I had traveled to this small Southern
homestead with my “party” buddy Raven.
Raven was an average height, slim attractive woman, with a golden
complexion that resembled a new copper penny, silky black hair that mimicked
her Native American ancestry. This was her family home and they were “well to
do” for a Southern family of color.
Raven had talked often of this homestead and her
pride in her family history was about to become very apparent to me. She expressed with great fondness the rich
heritage of her family and everyone that met her knew that this lady was a
woman of class, educated and liked the finer things in life. Yeah, Raven seemed to have it all
together--.but then we went “home”.
As I began to wake up, Raven came in and checks to
see that I was comfortable and had everything I needed. This was to be my very first adventure into
her world and I’m not so sure I was ready for what was about to unfold.
My bedroom was a classy country setting with a
beautiful four poster bed with matching dresser. Antique lamps graced the end table and the dark blinds seemed to
give you a sense that the sun would shine sinfully into the two windows. The attached bath was elegant, with a window
there to capture even more of Gods sunlight.
The setting was something you only imagined, but didn’t think still
existed. I walked over to look outside
and was amazed at the vast expansion of land.
Land as far you can see and no one around to disturb
you. If there is such a thing as total
peace, I was sure I had come to right place to obtain it. Boy was this a misconception.
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Raven and I started out early that morning, so much
to see and do. After a typical southern
breakfast I was about to meet the first of Raven’s family. This was going to prove to be the beginning
of an experience I wasn’t prepared for.
Me not prepared, a northern woman who prides herself on being
unshockable. Well, I don’t think there
was anything that could prepare me for this one.
We traveled about a mile to Raven’s cousin
Jackelle’s home. Jackelle, what kind of
name was this I wondered, were they all named after birds in this family. At any rate Jackelle was in her early
sixties, standing about 5’6”, thick in stature and never went anywhere without
her silver wig. You see Jackelle considered herself to be one of the sexiest
seniors in the South. She spoke with a
very high pitch and always seemed as if she were on stage giving the
performance of her life. She didn’t
walk, but sauntered and was very fussy about her clothing and her home. Jackelle tried to give the impression of
being a shy innocent classy lady but never denied her desire for a good roll in
the hay. She was amusing and
entertaining; at least at first.
Jackelle loved a bargain and had a creative side. Her home reflected here creativity with the
various knick knacks she had around her home that she made with everything from
buttons to string.
During the course of our visit with Jackelle, she
and Raven began discussing various family members. I sat quietly listening to them reminisce about the “old days” of
the family and how they came into their social and financial status. Jackelle served “sweet tea” and various
pastries as we chatted. The visit
seemed normal enough I thought, until the phone rang. I watched with amazement as Jackelle’s attitude became
agitated. Raven seemed tense too. What was going on, such a rapid change in
atmosphere was like witnessing the approach of a tornado. “That was my daughter”, Jackelle announced
as she slammed the phone down. Her
daughter? I hadn’t heard anything about
a daughter. Oh well, I guess there’s
more to learn.
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About the Book
This is a fictional depiction of a tight knit,
well-heeled African American family from the South that has amassed great
property primarily because of their White heritage. This family of southern prominence also has a great mystical
quality from their Native American heritage and all of these factors come
together in the small Southern town.
Filled with intrigue, mysticism, and spiritual
phenomena, Magnolia In The Light reveals the depths that being interracial,
wealthy and mystical in the South have affected the lives of all of them. When information surfaces about the family’s
past, the strange occurrences of past and present, and family skeletons come to
the surface, the small town will be changed forever. Each person in this large family has a secret, or spiritual gift
that will manifest itself during visits to the homestead; and sometimes not
always for the better.
The focal character “Raven” is second generation,
unaware of what was really going on in the family, not that familiar with the
family history (and often rebelled against the idea of having any mix blood),
becomes astounded when she finds out about the true quaint little town her
family was from.
Mistakenly, “Raven” thought she was traveling to a
backward little town with nothing going on, only to find a host of Spirits,
Witchcraft, Sex and Greed prevailing.
She is unaware that she even has a “gift” and often felt unfulfilled
because of this; only to find out that there is a special “mission” in store
for her.,
This book will capture your imagination, reveal
spiritual activities on both the light and dark side, and satisfy even the most
ardent mystery readers desire to solve this intriguing mystery.
About the Author
ShayLov (aka, Sharon Hatch) is a renowned Spiritual
Reader. She has amassed an
international clientele that are
faithful and devoted to her loving insightful advise, counseling and
readings. Refusing to become public,
she works with clients from referrals and since money is not her motivator, she
doesn’t feel compelled to “read” everybody that request them.
She was born with a “veil”, a term used by Native
Americans describing a thin membrane that covers the eyes at birth. When the eyes open before the veil is
removed, the person is then able to have contact with the other side.
ShayLov is received her PhD in Metaphysics and is
sometimes referred to as a Metaphysician.
She uses her gift to advise and guide through a spiritual path, often
receiving messages from the client from their relatives that have crossed over.
Although her primary education had been in law, she
has set that aside in an effort to be of help to the many that need
guidance. She is generous with her
kindness and has volunteered her services to several major Universities and
reads and guides some of the students at no charge.
If you want to be an example, you should set an
example; and her example of love, kindness, generosity and fairness is a lesson
that we all can benefit from.
Unpretentious would best describe ShayLov and spiritual in all that she
does would describe her action.