Here's the story of how my upcoming book “Answers” came to be. Sure, I'm the writer-but My Boys (Guides) are in charge. I just sit back & watch the magic!

Last fall My Boys woke me up & told me (yes, literal voice in my head) they wanted me to write a book. It was to be called "Answers". They said someone would ask me a series of questions-hard ones about our world & the world we come from. I said "ok" & told few family & friends & forgot about it.

Last January at one of my Live events a woman stepped outside after & she says I grabbed her arm & asked her to wait-that I had private info for her. (When I'm reading I usually don't remember what I say-thank God!)

I read for Angie for over an hour. She had lost 2 sons violently & both came through for her with intimate details. This in itself isn't unusual.

A week later she emailed me saying that my Boys kept waking her up at night telling her they wanted her to write a book with Jamie. They gave her a comprehensive list of questions & she attached them to the email. She's not a writer either.

I wrote back telling her I knew. That the book was called Answers & let's get started.

The book is almost finished. I'll paste one of the questions & the answer. The only rules are that we can fix typos & grammatical errors but cannot change the content-other than to flesh out a question further as They instruct me to.

In addition I am not to use regular channels to find my publisher-the Boys will bring them to me. I’ve been told I will find the right publisher via Social Media-maybe the person reading this is them! I DO know that it is a major publisher & this book is going to change the world.

The whole book was written on my iPhone lol. Who does that?

Much love to you! Here's one of the questions from the book:

QUESTION: Explain God?

ANSWER: “Wow-you aren't going to make this easy-nor is there an easy answer.

God is many things and different to each person. To ME God is a Power greater than me-I want and need to believe that. I'm going to use the word He in this description to make it simple but I don't subscribe to the Patriarchal belief that God is an old man in the sky with a white beard, lording over all of humanity.

God is that loving whisper we hear when we need help.

When I made the decision to lovingly end my first marriage I also decided I was finished with traditional religion. It was a great foundation for who I am today but as I grew into the understanding of where we come from & why we are here I found that what I'd always believed didn't work for me anymore. In making the choice to leave it behind, I created a void in my belief system. We all have to believe SOMETHING. it's just how we are wired-even if the belief is to believe nothing.

I sat one day and really thought about this God thing. I asked the question:

"If I were raised on an island-if that were possible-without a single other human, no Bible, no handed down beliefs-what would I KNOW as true based solely on what I could learn or experience with just my 5 senses."

Here are a few things I answered:

1. There is light (Day) and dark (night)

2. If there were rabbits on my island I would see birth & death-life being created & then gone.

3. The tides come in & go out

And so on. Now let me tell you and anyone else that reads thus book-I don't care who you are or what you do or don't believe, you move beyond the point of believing something without concrete science you have moves into faith. Period.

So I held up my hand & looked at it, wiggled my fingers & asked the second question:

"Am I a cosmic accident? OR does something out there know I'm here & put me here?"

It's really very simple. The answer to that question commits you to your path.

Now I'm personally narcissistic enough to believe that I'm no accident & it brings me peace to believe that we aren't alone in this-that there ARE energies up there that Guide us.

So I made it very simple. I spoke to this energy and said, "Ok. I feel you & I believe you are there & I also believe that you are greater than me. I give you permission to Guide me. But I don't want any of your previous guilt or shame. I'm going to go out there & live my life based solely on what feels good to me. If I'm headed down a path that you know won't feel good to me then you have my permission to lovingly tell me."

And so I did. I partied, laughed, cried & everything in between. And it felt GREAT. I felt free for the first time in my life. I was no longer stifled by somebody else's view of how I should live MY life.

It was about two weeks later that I was at Publix-a popular Florida grocery store & money was tight. As the girl swiped a pack of diapers across the laser reader it didn't beep. My FIRST thought was "SWEET! Free diapers."

But then as a soft, gentle nudge I heard a voice in my head say, "Do you think taking those diapers & not paying for them will feel good in the long run?"

I looked at that future path and realized it wouldn't. I told the girl she had missed them & as she checked that I was right she said "wow-there are still honest people in this world!"

And I felt yummy & GOOD.

I smiled in my head and said "ok. I'm nit a person that steals from grocery stores."

I was THAT literal! I might be a person that steals from garage sales-I'd cross that bridge when I came to it, but I had cemented my first solid belief & it came with a feeling of huge stability & true "knowing" that thus belief was right for ME. it may not be right for you-only you can decide that.

As the years have passed I have repeated this scenario thousands of times-each time deciding for myself what I believe & allowing others to do the same.

As a Motiher I have taught my children to KNOW what they believe & why they believe it. It makes absolutely no difference to me what they choose as long as they choose & they base it on their own inner guidance system. I have never pushed my beliefs onto them except to teach them that we live in a world with rules that all must live by to co-exist. We must follow the law or risk being thrown in jail or losing our drivers license. But moral beliefs are unique to the believer. I've had a Wizard (thanks to Harry Potter!), a catholic, a believer in god and everything in between. And as my children express their budding belief system I smile and ask why they believe that-always accepting the answer as personal to them.

What another person believes doesn't threaten us! For me it gives me a reference point as I tweak my own system. We are here to experience "opposites". It is in our contrast with another's beliefs that we begin to KNOW what works for us!

This reminds me of a cute story on how my daughter, Jaden found her God.

She was probably 5 and I was cleaning out my closet when she came bounding into the bedroom.

"Mom!!!" she squealed. "you HAVE to hear this!" her huge blue eyes were sparkling and I knew it was a big moment. And here is how the conversation went:

Jaden: Ok so I'm watching this show and it's about this girl that gets a baby in her. There's this guy Josep who loves her but Mom! That baby isn't his. But he's ok with that anyway. So there's this trip they have to take and they ride on this Donkey! (eyes huge at this point-really amazed that people back then didn't have cars.)

Ok so they get to this town-Besel...no Bethral..(head cocked thinking hard trying to remember)

Me: Bethlehem?

Jaden: Yes!!!! (stern look) Have you already heard this story?

Me: Maybe...keep going & I'll see.

Jaden: Anyway-so they get to Beselham and they find out there is NOWHERE they can stay! No hotels open I guess. So they find a BARN! A BARN Mom! And this is the FREAKY part-THAT baby decides to be born in that BARN! it's SO gross! Animals and poop all over the place-yuck! (wrinkled nose-disgusted look)

(Her voice gets soft & her eyes relax and she looks up at me and says:)

Mom. They said that baby was named Jesus and that he was God.

Me: I have heard that.

Jaden: Do you believe that baby was God?

Me: I'm more interested in what YOU believe.

(she cocks her head to the side and looks up at the ceiling & dramatically as only a 5 year old can do puts her index finger on her temple and taps 4 or 5 times deeply considering this. After some time she drops her hand looks at me and says:)

YES!!! I DO BELIEVE IT!!! (her eyes shining, my heart pounding as I witnessed the power of God enter her little world)

Me: well then good!

Jaden: Mom! I believe in God!

And she ran out of the room.

THAT my friend explains God.”