Spiritual Beings enter my life

Posted by Ian Douglas on Dec 27, 2010 in Forward To Marketing, My Journey |
After the revelation that I had been living in a dream world had time to sink in I had a peaceful nights sleep then, as the sunrise from a new day began to stream in through the window, I slowly began to wake.
I felt enlightened as if this new dawn was marking a new era in my life.
I opened my eyes and looked around my room.  Everything looked normal but it felt like there was someone else present.  I looked around again and still could not see anyone but the feeling remained.  It was not a feeling of fear but one of comfort.
I sat up in bed ready to get out and start getting dressed then suddenly felt the soft touch of a hand on my shoulder.  I looked round to see what appeared to be a young woman sitting on the edge of my bed beside me.
I was startled at seeing her.
“Don’t be afraid” she said in a soft voice. “I am your Spirit Guide.  We have been watching with interest how you were, at first, unable to start your journey, until the heavenly trio stepped in and provided you with the money you needed to start your quest.  They have provided you with money to enable you to start your journey and cover a few more months travel along your pathway but my mission, through dreams and visions, is to reveal to you the knowledge you need to help you make your journey pay for itself and to then go on to bring in the income you need to accomplish your ultimate mission in life.”
“I will start by revealing to you the three mystic Kingdoms of FaceBook, Twitter and YouTube and show you the steps you must take to become a citizen of these far-off lands.  You must then pack your bags and travel to these Kingdoms yourself and apply for citizenship exactly as I reveal to you…”.
As I sat on the bed my Spirit Guide began to show me visions of what I needed to do.  The visions were clear and detailed and as my Spirit Guide talked me step-by-step through the process I started to appreciate her devotion to her task.  I quickly glanced sideways at her as she was speaking.  She was young and small in stature but, listening to her talk with her accent from a far off northern land, I got the impression that she was experienced in life and spoke her mind and would not hesitate to correct me if I deviated from the instructions she gave to me.  Yet she spoke with kindness in her voice as a mother speaking to her son telling him about the outside world preparing him for the day when he will grow up and leave the safety and innocence of the family home and need to fend for himself.
After my Spirit Guide had finished teaching me about the citizenship of the far off mystical land of FaceBook I got dressed, packed my trusty laptop and some food into my rucksack and set foot out of the door determined to reach the mystical land of FaceBook before dusk.  My Spirit Guide had given me clear instructions on what I needed to do so I set off at a good pace.  I was, I guess about half-way there when I passed a meadow.  At the bottom of the meadow was a bubbling stream and the grass looked soft and inviting.  The sun was warm so I thought it would be a good place to stop and have my lunch.  After eating my sandwiches I lay on the grass looking up at the sky.  Life seemed good.  There was the gently bubbling of the brook in the background and the gentle humming of bees as they made their way from flower to flower whose soft fragrance drifted through the warm air.  As I lay looking up at the clouds in the peace and tranquility of the meadow I started to realize how small and insignificant I was; just one person among the billions of inhabitants of this planet.
My thoughts were however disrupted by the quiet sound of a young woman sobbing which gradually became louder and louder and more distressed.  It was not the gentle weeping of someone saddened by watching an emotional movie or tear jerking novel but the heart wrenching wailing of a heart in deep distress.  This was soon joined by the sound of a man crying, again not a gentle sob but real heart wrenching tears of distress.  Soon this was joined by what seemed like dozens of other people all crying in utter desperation.  The volume of the crying soon became unbearable and I started looking around to see where it was coming from.
The meadow was empty when I arrived but a sitting a short distance behind me was an old man who appeared to be pouring some water from a large urn into a small bottle.  He looked up and, noticing I was watching him, put down the urn and sealed the small bottle with a cork.  At once the crying stopped.
I looked at the man more closely.  He looked of great age.  Behind him, and on each side, stood what appeared to be angels.  They we dressed in shimmering white but were equipped with weapons of defense with swords drawn as if to protect the old man.
There was silence for a moment before the old man began speaking.
“I hear that you have been given a Spirit Guide to reveal to you the pathway to wealth.”  He said.
“She will show you how to acquire wealth but with such wealth comes responsibility”
“I watch everyone who sets out along this pathway”
“I know everyone I see will achieve their dream.  Each one will acquire wealth.”
“Some will be happy to use their wealth for their own enjoyment.  They feel they have earned it and so should enjoy all that it brings.”
“But occasionally I see someone who begins to understand that there is more pleasure in giving than receiving.  To them I offer this choice…”
One of the angels by the old man’s side picked up the small bottle and placed it on the ground in front of me, then stepped back a few paces but keeping his sword drawn as if protecting the tiny bottle.
“In front of you is a bottle of tears. Each tear has been collected by me and is very precious to me: The desperate tears of Pauline, the wife of a soldier killed in battle while she was six months pregnant, who gave birth to their son, a precious reminder of her beloved husband, but which has now developed leukemia and needs specialist treatment she cannot afford. The tears of hopelessness of Edward, the husband of a disabled wife, who has been saving to pay for the journey to another country for the life saving operation for his daughter with a brain tumor but who’s employer has just been taken over by another company and has been told he is now redundant. The cries of desperation from an entire village in a far off land who have gone through several months of draught and the water table has now dropped below the depth of their village well and desperately need specialist equipment to drill deeper and to modernize their life giving supply of water.”
“Will you take this bottle of tears, carry it with you on your journey to wealth, and realize you are just a temporary custodian of all that you receive?”
“In return for looking after this bottle of tears I will give you this Guardian Angel to protect you along the pathway and I will teach you wisdom on how to distribute a portion of all you earn so that through you I can touch the hearts of thousands and dry away their tears”.
The old man stopped speaking and looked at me expectantly.
I looked at the small bottle in front of me. It seemed so tiny and insignificant yet I realized it contained the desperate pleas of so many of my fellow citizens of this planet.
I reached out and picked up the bottle and as I put it in my chest pocket close to my heart the Guardian stepped forward. I though he was going to attack me but instead he quietly stood by my side sword still drawn and wings outsretched above me as if now protecting both myself and the bottle. I looked up to see the Old Man but he was no longer there and as I turned to where the Guardian was standing he had disapeared as well; yet I could still feel his reasuring presence beside me.
Looking at my watch I saw it was nearly 3pm and panic began to set in.  I had promised my Spirit Guide that I would become a citizen of the mystical land of FaceBook by nightfall and I was only halfway there!  I quickly picked up my rucksack, made sure the bottle of tears was still close to my heart and set off back along the road.
I found my way to the mystical land called FaceBook just as my Spirit Guide has said.  As I entered it gates I went to the place where I had to enroll for citizenship.  I was faced with many questions asking details of my name, where I lived, my address in cyberspace and then had to read a weird combination of letters and numbers before eventually being granted citizenship.
As soon as my citizenship had been granted I suddenly started receiving messages from old friends from my past whom I had not had contact with in years who, I discovered, had also previously become citizens and were waiting to welcome me.  Not only they but people who I had long forgotten about but with whom I had attended school also began filling my inbox with messages requesting to be friends and wanting me to look after their chickens and crops for a couple of days while they went on holiday.  Time seemed to pass so quickly and before I realized dusk had begun to fall.  I therefore quickly said my farewells and began my journey back home.
After a short while travelling along the road I heard footsteps behind me and a voice asked if I would mind if he walked with me as we both appeared to be travelling back in the same direction.  My fellow traveler introduced himself as Nigel.  He seemed humble in both his manner and speech but I recognized him as an experienced traveler who was held in high regard by many gurus yet someone whom many newbies have praised for his helpfulness and friendliness.
“I see you have become a citizen of the land of FaceBook” he said.
“Yes” I replied.
“Do you think it would help others wishing to follow in your footsteps if you kept a chronicle of your journey and what you do?” he asked.
“I have started a Blog” I said with pride.
“Yes; I have seen it… but it contains only a small handful of infrequent posts and nothing of interest to make me want to return to it again.” He rebuked me.
“I see that you have accepted the bottle of tears” he said pointing to the neck of the bottle peering out from my jacket pocket.
“Tell me how you will keep their portion of your wealth safe”.  He asked.
“I have not thought about that yet” I replied.
“And how you will organize your business to ensure our government receives their full payment of taxes due, and keep within our just laws, while, at the same time, protecting yourself from those wanting to destroy your business?”
Again I could only reply that these basic points were things I had not considered.
“So, as we travel home together, let me share some thoughts to help you better understand all the options open to you.”  And true to his word this kindly traveler began at the beginning teaching me the basics of how to protect the wealth I will be entrusted with.
As we approached my home I thanked Nigel for all his help and advice and asked if he would like to come in and dine with me but night was drawing in and he had his own abode to return to so thanked me for my company along the journey and continued down a winding track to his home by the river.
I opened my door feeling tired and hungry.  I had quick snack then placed the bottle of tears under my pillow and lay down for sleep in my bed.  In the darkness of the night I could see the faint outline of the Guardian standing at the head of my bed sword still drawn to protect and and his wings outstretched like a canopy above my bed.  I wondered about him.  Unlike the other spirit creatures I had encountered today he had never spoken a word yet he remained steadfast and devoted in duty to protecting both myself and the bottle.  As I lay looking up at his faint outline trying to remember what he looked like in all his radiant glory in the meadow earlier that day I noticed he appeared to nod and fold back his wings.  I then suddenly felt another presence in the room as my Sprit Guide appeared and sat on the edge of my bed.
“I am proud of you” she said.  “You have become a citizen of the land of FaceBook as I asked.  As you grow in skill and experience I will reveal to you secret ways to get from here to there without having to travel along the long and dangerous road.  But for now you must rest and sleep for tomorrow you must travel to the mystical land of Twitter and also obtain citizenship there.”
“Sleep well my child” she said as she touched me gently on the forehead and my eyes closed as I drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.
I wonder what adventures tomorrow will bring?


Nigel Yip
Dec 28, 2010 at 1:05 am

Hi Ian,

Again, what a brilliant post! You just blew me away with how descriptive the scenes, the characters, and the storyline in general were. You are certainly a natural, great, gifted and talented writer. Btw, thanks for the mentioning – it is greatly appreciated and I hope that I will be able to continue to help as many people as possible. If there is anything else that I might be able to help you with – please do drop me an email or get in touch!

Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and Best Wishes for 2011!

PS: Keep up the great work and momentum going!!!
Nigel Yip recently posted..You’re Hired! How good do you want to be


Ian Douglas Reply:

Hi Nigel,

Thanks for your kind comments and encouragement as well as the practical advice you have given me about the mechanics of the correct way to set up and run a business.

My latest Blog Post is deliberately quite relaxed and “feel good” mainly just to introduce some of the characters that will pop up now and again in future posts. However in next week’s post, on the way back from the mystical land of Twitter, my alter-ego comes face-to-face with the evil dark side of Internet Marketing. It scared me to death writing it even although I know the ending!

Best wishes to you for a happy and prosperous 2011.



Sally Neill
Jan 5, 2011 at 12:06 am

Hi Ian,


Wow, your writing talents are seriously out of this world!

I honestly think you should be writing novels never mind blogs and I truly mean that.

I actually felt that, for a moment, I had been taken to some mystical land, far far away.

For once, normally I can bang out a pretty good comment in 5 mins, I am actually speechless.

Speechless in a good way, kind of in awe of your writing talent.

Now you see, this is why you must stick at this online “thing” because it is kinda magical in a way, magical in the sense that on the internet, talented people can be discovered who may never have been discovered before.

I would actually suggest (shhhhh don’t tell Alex I said this ha ha) that you consider a new blog, once you have the marketing nailed I mean, to grow and nurture the writing talent you so obviously have.

I really do feel that you are destined for great things Ian and I can honestly see a really happy future for you.

Sorry the comment is not my best, but honestly, your post knocked me for 6….7….8….9….10 ha ha.

Sally 🙂
Sally Neill recently posted..If Your Number’s Up- Your Number’s ErmUP!


Ian Douglas Reply:

Hi again Sally,

Thank you for your kind comments. They have however given me a kick up the backside that I still need to put a couple of finishing touches to my alter-ego’s next adventure and get it posted on this blog asap! Unfortunately, in the next episode, my alter-ego has his innocence shattered on the way back from the magical land of Twitter as he comes face to face with the darker side of Internet Marketing. So far he has been protected by his Spirit Guide and Guardian but in the next episode things suddenly become unexpectedly terrifying as he meets someone who epitomizes the evil side of Internet Marketing who tries to convince him to forsake his mission, forgo his innocence, and let his dark side take control if ever he wants to succeed!

Be afraid… be very afraid… even I am shaking in my boots and I know how it ends!



Kerry Russell
Feb 17, 2011 at 5:35 pm

Hey Ian,

I like your style, you’re very creative, i felt i wanted to read more….

And what makes it even better is the fact that it’s easy to relate to as we are on this very same journey together 🙂

Kerry Russell
Kerry Russell recently posted..Don’t Pay For Traffic – With A Little Time And Effort You Can Get FREE Targeted Traffic – Part Two


Ian Douglas Reply:

Hi Kerry,

Thanks for visiting my blog and for your kind comments.

Don’t be fooled by my relaxed style of writing: Prepare to be afraid… be very afraid… as my alter-ego is about to meet Mike and his bikini clad angels as I experience the dark side of internet marketing. Stay tuned and watch for my next blog post this weekend in which I feel my Guardian lay his sword against my neck as he is faced with the difficult decision as to whether he should kill me in order to protect the bottle of tears.

Best wishes,


Oct 6, 2011 at 1:12 am

Hi Ian,

Your story really makes me stop my posting in other sites. Every details in your story are connected. Hope to read more from you..

God Bless!




CommentLuv badge

Copyright © 2021 Ian Douglas Blog All rights reserved. Theme by Laptop Geek.