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Ridgely – Thanks so much for sharing. I was SO moved.
I’m going to take a look at the sample chapters right now.
Brother Ridgely. I was very fortunate to get an early copy of this beautiful piece of work.
On a plane heading home from a trip I also had a tearful heartfelt moment. But is was on the last chapter.
That bright flash of insight knowing that we’re all in this to extend a hand to the next. That light of inspiration that breaks through when yesterday’s hope turns into your current reality. When all of a sudden you Got it! In the moment. And cheers to that person that held the light.
Mucho thanks hermano. I think the world of this book and the blast of light I got from it.
Abrazo,
Phil
Hi Ridgely, WOW thanks for sharing with us you your story, its gives us all Hope.
I am currently working thr a problem, with having a job with no direction, and trying to stay upbeat, while looking for something that suits me more in what i enjoy doing, i am posting your video on my Blog, many thanks, Regards Theo
Ridgely
Very touching. You remind me that looking back, it’s amazing the things that seemed like little things that proved to be so big in our life. If you really want to hear a life lesson, I will be happy to share one.
It’s little league football, about age 12. Our team looses 18 to Zero to the blue team. A precision team coached and managed by an IBM executive. Nobody beats the Blue team. When I throw my clothes off at home before going in the shower I comment that is looks like another loosing season to the blue team. My father looks at me and says…if thats the way you feel, it looks like I will need to trade you to another team!!
In total shock and disbelief, I say, Dad its me, you can’t trade your son to another team. He says very matter of factly if you think like a loser, I don;t want you on my team.
Is he serious? This could be very embaressing. He says, I know how we can win. If you don;t think we can I don;t want you on my team.
To try and make the problem go away, I meekly respond, your right Dad we can win, while the little voice inside is saying “Yeah right”
Three weeks later we play the Blue team again. My father says, we have a change in strategy. Their whole team is built around their quarterback, Billy G. When we are on defense you and our quarteback, Johny, are going to play defensive guard instead of safety. You have ONLY ONE MISSION. Hit the quarterback as HARD as you CAN, whereever YOU CAN, anytime you CAN. I don’t care if he has the ball or not. just TAKE HIM DOWN on every play.
By the second half of the game you could see the fear in his eyes. Billy G was so preocupied with us all he could seem to do was fumble and throw interceptions. Unbelievable, my Dad was right, we beat the Blue team.
Lesson learned. It’s kind of obvious. If you think like a loser, you are not much good to any team and you won’t even try and come up with a strategy to win. If you think like a winner and think you can win ……and come up with a strategy to back it up, You can.
He was a leader and a winner. A Plumber that came to the US from the Ukraine when he was three years old. That lesson learned 50 years ago is still etched in my mind. It moved me in a direction to always seek our the books, tapes and information that comes from winners because I believe in focusing on winning.
It a testament to how fortunate I was to have the Father I had. A Plumber from the Ukraine. Thank’s Nick.
Ron Szpatura
Ridge,
For a couple of years I’ve held the words of “The Great Ones” close in my heart. What a rich experience to hear them now, spoken by you.
It was the final chapter of “The Great Ones” that brought catharsis to me.
Watching you now as you re-live the emotion – generous as ever – moves me to tears yet again.
Thanks for sharing.
Donna
Dear Ridgely,
I’ll bet you wondered how I knew that YOU were the little boy in the book, The Great Ones.
It’s no great mystery. When a person has gone through such pain, they recognize someone else who has gone through such challenges also.
I wept when I heard you reading and choking up on the video, not only because I was feeling your pain, but because I am reminded of my own. As well, I am reminded of the pure joy that came from getting beyond that pain–moving on to help myself and others. I shared with
you on another blog that it took me 44 years to write my book about turning a life of pain into a life of direction and purpose.
You have turned a murky landscape into a heavenly charged field full of love and commitment. I am part of that daily on the Thrillionaires. You were unaware when I sent the glad tidings about my grand daughter to you this evening, that I sat and wept alone in the waiting room at the hospital last night. My daughter had been in labor several hours, and for some reason the baby would not enter the birth canal. The heart rate became erratic, and the Dr. did a c-section to take the baby before something dreadful happened. As I sat weeping in the hospital, I thought of the many Thrilliionaires who had offered words of well-wishing, prayers, advice on natural birthing, and more–mentors I’ve met within the last 30 days, who have been a major support pole in my scarecrow lately!
While sitting there in that hospital waiting room, I prayed, I read books, I wept…
I pulled out my son-in-law’s laptop, and searched for the Thrillionaires site. It was nearly 5:00 AM, and most were in bed. Lindsay Talbot, from Australia had posted a comment on a photo, and I reponded, saying that was the perfect distraction I needed right at that moment, I shared what I was going through. He assured me that it would be OK, and that he had had two children delivered by c-section too. At the same time, Phyllis was up and watching and praying, and all of the love and prayers coming from the community as a whole held me up in that moment: Penne with her loving thoughts and birthing advice, you and Kathy sending blessings. Brandon, wishing us well. Reece, invoking the angels, and too many more to name here.
The rest is history — a beautiful girl brought into a world of hope, with a hundred “aunts” and “uncles” around the globe. All mentors, all people who live real lives like you and me. I believe,
you, Ridgely, have answered your Divine purpose not only by writing The Great Ones, but by providing thousands of Thrillionaires out there with a positive, motivational forum through which to energize and transform their lives.
Thank you from all of us!
Blessings, Freda
Wow. This is awesome! I really like the story and of course the picture by Make it Happen!
You guys are going to set the world on fire!
You are the bomb bro. Looks great and very touching. Looking forward to our
journey together.
Best Regards,
Dr. Dallas Humble
Hello Ridge
Don’t really want to watch you fall apart! Am privileged to have already ready the book – think it is really good and have bought a copy for my grand-daughter who is definitely in need of guidance!!
I can’t think of a more meaningful Christmas present – one that could transform her life. Many thanks.
Mike
Ridgely,
Thank you so much for the honesty and emotion of your story. My three sons need to hear this, as they have experienced this kind of pain from their father, and I often worry about their broken spirits. My true heart’s desire is for them to heal and rise above their circumstances to be good and strong men. They need to know that people who face these obstacles in life can overcome them.
Thank you, Ridgely!
Wow, Ridgely,
Overwhelmingly moving. And transforming. It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?
Best wishes to you and yours,
Jay
Ridgely,
By acknowledging our pain and reflecting on the lessons that we received from it, that we are both transformed it and can help others in life.
My mother was a good person but sometimes unhappy because of many factors. She expressed her pain verbally and sometimes was unable to express her love to us as children. I sometimes felt that I was unloveable. As a child I made a decision to be positive and joyful, which has served me well in life. I also have chosen to be a loving person to others.
Our pain, when examined, can open the door to who we want to be. Like you modeled, it is important for us to be embrace our pain and see the gift in it.
Much love,
Marcelene
Hi again Ridgely !
You are a very brave man ! It takes courage to show that you not always are so strong.. I mean you have to be brave to show that you are so “weak” as to start crying emotional tears before the camera.I therefore symphatize with you very much., and one day I will read your book, your story, I promise that. But first I have to finish my own story. It will be finished on Dec. 7. I shall send the last letters of it to you then.
Ridgely, That touched my heart to tears. Thank you for your honesty and heart. I remember as a little girl always being between my parents arguments. It led to nightmares and insecurities. As I grew I found a way to step out of my comfort zones. As I continue to heal and spread my wings to fly even higher, I am finding ways to encourage others esp. women to find the strength and power within themselves. This way they not only live more enriching lives but as nurturers they can help their children and families to do the same.
I haven’t read your book yet, but what I have heard from your video it is a precious gem in which to heal and awaken many others.
Namaste’
“Adorable, genuine, authentic, a perfect partner for Nik Halik’s Thrillionaire Communtiy,” were the words that I wrote down,upon listening to Ridgely’s very first interview with Nik Halik.
Dear Ridgely, Many thanks for your deeply moving story. We all have stories-some good some not so good. Thanks for sharing your true story with us out of your newly released book, “The Great Ones.” I knew that you were special in the very beginning, just as you are now. It is totally uncanny how I can tell about anothers character, anothers sensitivity, anothers pain. “Like attracts Like.”
So on behalf of literally thousands of us who are blessed to share in Your Thrillionaire Communtiy, We applaud you and look so..forward to reading your gem of a ‘gift’ called, “The Great Ones.”
With Admiration, Gratitude and Joy,
Catherine Ross Blair
Charleston, South Carolina
Dear Ridgley,
thanks for your story. I will take my time and write about myself next weekend when I have some time off.
My biggest block in my personal development was being a victim. How did I inherit that believe? It goes back more than 50 years, when I entered kindergarten with 2,5 years. Too early but necessary as the third child was there and the flat was too small. And of course the kindergarten teachers felt sorry for little Angela telling her again and again what a poor child she is.
I got rid of that feeling with EFT and felt empty inside after this mindset was eliminated. From there on I can work with the Universal Laws in a very successful way.
I have to thank my friend Veronica who helped me put a name to that obstacle on my way to real success.
Meanwhile I can work as a lifecoach and help other people to empower their life.
LOL
Angela
As you spoke the words I felt that feeling again, I too would lay in bed and hear the arguments and think that if I could just not move at all, maybe they would stop. I hoped that I could control them with my moments. Now I see that I had no control over them and couldn’t have stopped them and their own pain.
Today I struggle with control issues (no wonder). I dream so much for myself and do my best to put forth positive energy, but I get discouraged.
Luckily, websites, emails and daily reminders remind me that all that I want to be can happen.
Thanks for sharing. I look forward to getting a copy of the book. Sounds like the last chapter will inspire.
Thank you for sharing a part of your story. Everyone has one that has affected them negative or positive in a profound way. I am one of those people like you but I am more personal and not as sharing as you are. Some things are difficult even when you don`t cry outwardly there is rivers of tears on the inside.
Hello Ridgely,
Writing is a good way to clean all that happened in the past.
It seems to me, you have to reread at least this chapter again because you still feel the pain.
I hope you will be able to forgive your father some day, he just didn’t know better!
Today is a strange day for me because about 1 hour ago I had that experience about giving up and now I get messages like: never ever give up!!
So thank you very much for your experience and your reading of it helped me a lot.
With Gratitude
Barbara
Dear Ridgley:
You are a courageous man – a brave being to bring out your emotions and your story for the world to see.
My story is still evolving. I seem to get into situations where I overcome adversity over and over again. I’m doing it now as well…but I would like to be in a different scenario so I am consciously creating a new existence and letting go of the old.
Thank you for your beautiful gift.
All Love
Padme A’Tea
Ridgely, I have no words. Mere gratitude for you wanting to pay forward your life experiences and lessons to overcome darkness and find happiness. This goes way past a social website and adventure travel!
This has been my dream for a long time, to find kindred spirits who desire to raise themselves from the ashes and actually take action and become truly aware and happy, thank you.
I must admit though I almost gave up last summer, it came very close.
To describe the pain, hurt, loneliness and fear is indescribable and has me emotional as I type. No more Hell, is all I want. Very few people who can relate, not even my family, blessed they be for their willingness!!! My girlfriend attempts to understand yet I barely understand myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I do not wish to bother you or anyone with my past, all I can say I feel a strong connection here, which I felt on the call last Saturday as well.
I wish the past to be the past and the demons to rest. As a mentor of Bruce Lee ones said: “The demons you do not face, you will pass on to your children.”
I choose to face mine and get out of hell than be responsible for my future children to carry this pain, loneliness and all that comes with it.
I know and have faith that I will be able to do so. Your sharing and the Odyssey is warming in knowing that we are not alone, thank you.
I thank you Ridgely for sharing and showing your feelings. Keep doing what you are doing, one week on the Odyssey has made a huge difference for me, and I am sure many more already.
Warm regards,
Rutger
First i want to start by saying thanks for sharing.it helps me to keep going.I were giving up on waiting for the answer from God about Sth . But now i fill like i have to wait as much as it takes to get the answer from God. That is patience i think .
Thank you
Your reading reminds me that every one we meet is carrying some sort of cross. Therefore we should be kinder to one another. My upbringing taught me that no matter what I’d never be good enough. How thankful I am to have learned that God meets us where we are and He loves us enough to sacrifice His Son for us.
Dear Ridgely,
Thank you for sharing. As you were reading I began to wonder if the boy was you. They say the best stories are the ones that come from personal experiences. It sounds like yours is one of those books. How wonderful that you had someone to help you and guide you along.
I agree with the inspirational author, Charles Swindoll when he said, ” I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.” I get to choose every day the attitude I will embrace.
After 30 years of marraige I am now divorced. My marraige and my transition to being single has been painful. I put pen to paper and began to write my story. If for no other reason it has been very theraputic. I have shared it with my oldest sister and her comments were that I should finish and publish it because it was as good as anything she has ever read. Who knows maybe I will. However, my true love is sculpting in clay, which I have been fortunate enough to get paid for doing. With the support from a great family and my faith in God I am strong. A new begining with new challanges. How exciting! I can dream and be anything I choose to be. I know that God has great plans for me!
I wish you much success. May God bless you,
Angie Eubank
Clayton, Ohio
Hi Ridgely,
I enjoyed listening to you read your story with such expression. you quote the beginning of if we are in hell keep going though it. Congratulations for going through your hell and being free to be vulnerable.
Yes I agree with you for my experience it is better to go through the pain than to keep trying to avoid it. for me I am a work in progress overcoming the fears of my story. I know now that love and compassion is all that counts and I bless the moments I remember that and the times i am lost.
I look forward to reading your book.
Susan
Many years ago – I had a life awaking moment. 21 years old living in Arcata, California, alone and scared of life.
Early one winter morning around 5:AM, I was at an early morning cafe having coffee. The fog was thick and damp, chill in the morning sea coast.
An older man walked in, not long from a hard night of covering his misery on booze.
As he settled on to the bar stool several down from me, I heard the little waitress as him, Good Morning, how are you doing today?
He grumbled back, “What’s good about it”?
Her remark changed my outlook for life forever!
As quick as a whip, she replied, “Try dying for three days and come back and tell me about it”!
He did not respond and she probably does not recall that morning, 36 years ago. In that moment I realized the that my daily choices were up to me. Either I could be grateful for the blessings or not.
I have told the story many times still because it was so powerful to me.
Thank you for your story – because I have never written anything in someones comment box — this too is a breakthrough. God Bless,
Clay
Dear Ridgley,
I am inspired by your honesty and courage and willingness to be vulnerable so that we may all reflect on our own challenges and see where our own power lies…within.
Kindest Regards, Maryan
My dad fought, verbally, a lot with my mom but she stuck it out with him. I liked to get in my room and cover my ears during these battles. My dad actually, unlike mamy dads, liked his live, for what it was,,,. One time when my mom was home schooling me and I as usual was being awuful, my dad said somthing that has stuck with me throughout my life. He said,”leave him alone, he’ll be alwright”.
Maybe he men’t, leave him alone your bothering me but in any case I liked the first line better and it has helped me through tough times. We never know how a little incouragement can affect us and others. Keep trying!
Hey … quite a reading. I am so pleased that my Dad and I have a good relationship. However, after he left us a few years ago, I began to see that there were really problems of which there was no awareness. What I thought was admiration was actually pity for his perception of failure. Most of my life when he was here was peppered with many long chats and discussions but, now that he is gone, I learn from his journal the most disturbing facts … I was not his pride and joy as I thought. My confidence has been broken and I have to start rebuilding. Thanks for your story, it helps plant my feet more firmly.
Ridgely,
Beautifully done. I am so glad to get to know you better. And, thank you for reminding me of what a wonderful childhood I had – especially with my dear father. I still miss him terribly.
Thanks,
Chris
Dear Ridgley,
Yes…I too grew up in a dysfunctional home. My Father was a drill seargent for the Vernon BC Army base. He was so strict with the boys in the camp and so loud with his commands you could hear him across the lake where Mother, my youngest sister Victoria and I were staying in a motel for the Summer holidays.
At home we were severely punished for even the smallest infractions with a belt and our Mother and oldest Sister were beaten whenever he would go on a drunk, which was often.
Our saving grace was our Mom, a good Christian woman, who taught us the value of being creative and resourceful. Also, where we lived…which was a little bit of heaven in the Kootenays of BC. Canada, became our sanctuary. You would quite often catch our oldest sister Patricia, up a cherry tree, reading a book and my youngest sister and I would be found hiking through the Kootenay hills and swimming in the Kootenay river. And we always had music…and that my dear friend Ridgley has been our greatest saving grace. I also have a strong belief in the God of my understanding, so I have learned to forgive my Father. Towards the end of his life he tried to make amends to all my family and was very good to his grandchildren. Every one has forgiven him and gotten on with their rich, full lives. Except for my youngest sister, who has not and may never forgive him. I am hopeful one day…the God of her understanding will melt her heart and help her to forgive him. Thank you so much Ridgley for showing your vulnerability and sharing your heart. God Bless you and your family.
Kindest regards,
Juliana Truesdell
It is with tears streaming down my face that I listened & watched your moving video. And now as I write a piece of my own, the tears continue. I do not remember much about the conditions of the day that I am writing about. Only that I was 16, making the family recipe of crescent rolls in our crowded dining room. Daddy was in a bad mood that day. We all knew to avoid him when he was in one of those kinds of moods. All except my youngest brother. He was only 4 years old and had not yet learned to stay out of the way when Daddy was in a “mood.” I had softened margarine sitting on the table beside the dough I was rolling out into a circle. My younger brother was watching me, and reached up and stuck his fingers into the soft margarine and put a gob of it in his mouth. Daddy must have walked into the room without my knowing. He grabbed my younger brother and began to smack his little hand over and over and over – way beyond necessary for a such a small thing. I grabbed my younger brother up into my arms protectively and stared down my father. “If you want to BEAT on someone, do it on ME!” I said with a level yet heated with emotion voice. I then proceeded to carry my brother upstairs to our shared bedroom to comfort him. Daddy followed me, yelling threats at me which I ignored. Once I had placed my brother on the big bed, I turned and blocked the doorway to the room. My father looked me in the eye. I matched his stare with intensity, as if daring him to do something! It was a defining moment in our relationship. He began mumbling something, then said, “You need to cool down young lady!” Then he turned and walked away. As he walked away, I yelled back at him, “YOU are the one who needs to cool down!” I do not know if anyone had ever stood up to him like that before. I do not know where the courage to do so had come from for me. Maybe it was my intense love for my baby brother. Whatever it was, from that day on, our father treated me differently – with respect. I will never ever forget that day as long as I live. I am not sure what it means now though. As my husband of 24 years and I face finding the courage to stand, while our financial lives seem to be falling apart all around us. All our savings gone, being told we have no choice but to leave our home.
At the beginning, you said, “If you are going through hell, don’t stop!” That hit home like a thunderbolt shooting through my entire being. It would be so much easier to give up, give in, run away. But having heard this, I cannot do that. I couldn’t before – but did not know why. Thank you for sharing from your heart.
Ridgely, thank you for sharing your
story. All of us have a story to tell and hopefully none of us will remain victims. Another book to help would be one by William J. Jerema entitledm ” There’s a Hole in My Chest – Healing and Hope for Adult Children Everywhere.” purchased at http://www.mercycenter.com
To BELIEVE that we were created in God’s IMAGE AND LIKENESS and to live out of that belief no matter what happens is a
grace in itself!!!
When I was a Senior in High School [just before the last dinosaur died] I had a dream. Before me was a large and thick text book. I must have been reading it, but I remember nothing of what was written. I only remember that as I was awakening I heard a masculine voice say, “It is all so simple.”
At this time I was searching for an understanding of what life was all about, and I was deeply involved with religion. But I didn’t see that religion was simple at all. Yet, with that dream in mind, it took 45 years for me to understand it. When I learned to put aside the ‘beliefs’ religion had foisted on me, and discover the symbolism of religion, the meaning of the dream became apparent. I discovered the truth – and it set me free – all because a dream pointed the way.
Thank you so very much for the reading of your book, it was wonderful. Some of us have lived in a place we don’t like to remember, and we keep it under lock and key. My mother died when I was born, although she lived long enough to give me my name which I carry with my head held high. My daddy did raise my brother and me however. He visited a woman who would hold seances, and I imagine that he tried to contact my mother as he was deeply in love with her. He met my first stepmother in a place where she cooked or waited on tables, I don’t know. But she was the only mother I knew, and she made a lot of my clothes etc. But she had one major problem, she drank and as I got older it got worse; as she knew me when I left for school, but didn’t when I got home. She had a temper and she and my dad fought a lot and my brother would get me in trouble a lot of times. My dad worked hard to keep us with all that we needed. But I mainly was the one that made things hard, and of course they got a divorce. My grades went to pot and I was one un-happy young lady. My dad went to Ohio to work for another company, but I wanted to stay behind and finish my last year of high school with my class, so we found some people to take me in and I stayed. I met my first husband then, he was in the navy and took care of the riding horses and also sailed the Admiral’s sail boat, so I had the privilege to take advantage of riding and sailing. Also I was able to put my one and only dog out there with him. My dad met his next wife there at work and they married in August and it was hard with two women in the same small apartment. Things got touchy between my dad and I, so when my fiancee’ called one day and asked when we were going to get married, I said as soon as possible. So began my 2nd round of troubles. But Praise God, one day Jesus came into my life and wonderful things opened up for me after this
God Bless you and yours and again thank you for telling your story,
Hello, Thanks for the forum to share and maybe vent a bit.I don’t know where to begin as I truly did come from a screwed up family. In the last few years I’ve told my wife that I should write a book but don’t know where to start or if people would even be interested in hearing my story.
My Dad left my Mom with 5 children in 1956 when I was 4 yrs old / my Mom did her best to keep us together working her tail off till she meet a man 8 yrs later who took us all in and got us out of the Projects and gave us a nice home.
Our Dad leaving effected us all a little differently I think…my 3 brother’s and sister and I and as of now none of us speak hardly to one and other since Mom passed away and have varied feelings about everything.
Mom was a war bride who left the UK after she saw the love of her life chatting up another gal and set her sites on the first “yank” that looked her way which was my father.
So there’s a story there and with each and every one of the children…some good some not so good.
Anyway, thank you for letting me share.
Rick Nicholson
Soaring unfettered about the Universe,
we breathe to life the brilliant light
of life and hope
and laughter.
Thrilled with the expression
of our lives,
shall we not emerge…..
dancing?
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
With appreciation, from an old friend,
marco
I was sorry to hear your story. No child should go through pain, but we all have learning experiences. I was fortunate to have chosen a wonderful family to “grow up” in. We didn’t have a lot of money but the love was and still is there. My parents are now 88 and doing well as are my 65 yr old sister and 55 yr old brother. My life has not always been pleasant (3 marriages) but I’ve always had a happiness inside and know that everything will be okay. I wish love to all of you. That’s what it’s all about.
Dear Ridgely,
I will be buying your book. Your right we all have a story of survival. Of hardships that we have had to go through. The older that I get the more peaceful I am at facing disappointments and achievements. Those experiences of pain from my past are now my triumphs. I had a wow moment when you mentioned Field of dreams. Another synchronistic moment as I had only purchased this DVD last week. I look forward to our future with people changing there focus to the love in their lives and the sharing of it. The collective consciousness is growing and as a result we will bring beautiful changes to this earth and all that dwell on it. Thankyou with love and light. Jo
Your story sounded very sad. However it
looks like you have done very well for
yourself now. I know we all have had rough
and tough things happen to us. Why we don’tknow. But with the help of God and
some foward thinking we seem to put
bad time behind us.
Dear Ridgely:
I knew we were kindred spirits when I read your wonderful and heartwarming book, “The Great Ones.” Listening to you read the first chapter in the video moved me to tears. I felt your pain because your pain is my pain. It is the pain of many people who have suffered and, hopefully, overcome the challenges of an abused childhood. I too was an abused child, the daughter of an alcoholic father and a battered mother. My childhood was a living hell and a nightmare that I wanted so much to wake up from.
But there was also a saving grace to my nightmare. My mentor was not another person. My mentor was my Guardian Angel. I took a nightmarish situation and turned it into grace by believing and living in an enchanted world of Angels and other Beings of Light who loved me and made my life a Heaven on Earth. I lived in two worlds…one that was hell and the other that was heaven. Somehow living in both worlds helped me to maintain a balanced understanding into the sacred and the profane. It made me the person that I am now…strong, confident and determined to live my life in my own power and grace.
Like you, Ridgely, I can express my feelings and thoughts in writing. Like you, I too wrote my story in my book, “Dancing Within the Vortex”. It is not about the nightmare that I suffered in the hands of my father, but the grace that I experienced in the loving arms of God and the Angels and Light Beings of the multi-dimensional worlds. It is also a love story. My love story that I shared with the most wonderful man I ever knew, my beloved husband, Warren Swenson. My book is dedicated to our love and my late husband’s legacy of love that he shared with me for 12 beautiful years together. Like you, Ridgely, I cry when I read Chapter 13 of my book, “Into the Light:The Death of My Beloved”, which describes, in painful detail, how my husband died in my arms and the anguish I suffered at losing my beloved soul-mate. I can understand your tears because your tears are my tears. Bless you, Ridgely, for your wonderful courage and grace under fire.
The years after Warren’s death were not easy for me. There were many times I wanted to leave this world. If you’ve seen the movie, “What Dreams May Come”, it describes my story, my feelings, my desire to die and my continued connection with my late husband, whose desire was for me to live. I believe that my beloved husband guided me to the Thrillionaires community from the other side and want me to live my life to the fullest. He is my Guardian Angel now and our love continues to blossom on our continuous journey toward the Light.
By the way, my father is dying. He has only a few short weeks to live. We have not spoken to each other in over 25 years and now he has no more memory of me. I will probably never see him again and that’s very sad. But I have forgiven him and have released him to the angels. I wish for his soul to go to the other side in peace, love and grace and to be embraced by the Light of God.
Thank you, Ridgely, for sharing your fabulous story. You are awesome, bro!
Warmly,
Phyllis
Dear Ridgley,
Hiya, to you & everyone. I agree, It pains me to see a man cry. Not that it’s wrong in any sense. However, I feel your pain, so glad you are able to share it with others.. Some people have experienced much the same only, not everyone can share it..I myself have had a number of painful moments, I find it hard to speak of.. I have come to terms with them & accepted it, so I can move on with Life..
Thanxz 4 sharing, I wish u healing!
I believe it is things like this that make us stronger & more resilient…
Thankfully, the past is gone! Much Blessing, Love & Light to all….
Ridgley,
I will definitely be buying your book!! I, also, had a very unconventional upbringing and have been challenged all my life by memories of it. Hopefully, your book will be an inspiration to me!!!
Hi,
it’s facinating to see how our present lives are chapped from past experiences. Even more facinating when we can live an exciting present by overcoming old scars from the past.
The pain, tumult and obstacles I have overcome are too numerous to count or name. I can say, however, that I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for the things I have endured, the choices I have made and the dreams I have held onto.
Thanks for writing your book. One of my lifelong dreams is to one day be able to write my own story. Alas, I have yet to bring into fruition the part of my life which would give a good ending to the book! SOON! I do see it on the horizon!!
Blessings to you.
Great story, i am sure that wring that story was a great part of inner healing and forgiveness. may god continue to guide and bless you. Remember it’s the real men that cry.wish i could get a hold of your book but i live way down in BelizeC.A.
Any way season greatings
I too had a very similar childhood experience quite like Ridgely’s.I am 57 and thought I had forgiven and moved on. But in fact I just sealed in my emotions and tried to live my life by pushing forward and moving on. i found out that the only way to really get over the trauma is to relive it with the intensity of emotion, allowing myself to feel the pain once more through the eyes of my childhood. And after opening the door back up,only then did I have the realization that the perpetrator (my mother) really didn’t have the help I have or understanding nor support to change the way she treated me and others. Truly it was her pain that went unhealed moved into the next generation until I accepted the ‘challenge’ to bring light into the process for healing for her, my family and myself. I now forgive my mother and love her unconditionally, knowing it rally wasn’t her ‘choice’ to cause pain, and now I can give her that understanding and share the heartfelt purity of love.
your right!their are alot of us that are trying to find that way (aggression)to get it out.but i can tell you from experience that this is true.its like the quote from the bible”the truth will set you free” stop and think about that for a moment.everything you have ever done in life i mean the bad things you’ve done or not proud of or whatever it may be,just be honest with yourself(yourself will no if your lying lol)and let it go.i never wanted to talk about my aggression for alot of reason but mainly i did’nt think anybody would listen.i was raised hillbilly stle,my dad was a drunk and a dope head,but can you beleive me if i told you he was the greatest man in the world?my dad had great potentials,too make along story short my dad could’nt find himself and he died way to early in life.me and my brothers grew up around drinking and watching my dad beat the house up and knock my mom around and she put up with it for years,all the cops at our house arresting my dad alot.i’m 45 now i ended up with my first arrest at 9 i was in and out of the juvinile system i was awarded to the state until i was 19,2 boys homes,spent a year in the county jail and 2 prison terms.well guess what? that old person is gone now and the new raymond beleives in himself as more confidence now and it all started by letting all that aggression i was holding in my head.this all started with me detoxing my body last year it is true the more toxins you get out of your body the more your mind gets cleared.i never in my life would i ever,ever think i’d be talking like this,but when you have your wake up call in life(and hopfully in time) and it turns you around and now all i want to do is help people any way i can,i wanna give back for all the harm i caused in my life.thanks i’ve been wanting to let that go for 30 years, raymond
My cup in neither half full nor half empty , my cup is overflowing abundantly without end …..
Wow what an empowering story – such a powerful story!