A decade ago, I would have regarded any preternatural phenomenon with an eye of skepticism intense enough to put my present self to shame (and I don’t shame that easy!). But, having said that, it’s also true that I secretly found them very interesting. Perhaps it was my mind’s way of rubbishing it to soothe my scared little teenage heart? Fortunately the increasing digits of my age brought along the maturity required, an open-mindedness to acknowledge (if not accept) the presence of entities beyond the realms of physical senses. Fortunate because it would have been a shame to miss out on reading a book this interesting.
I don’t want to divulge the contents because it would be unfair to the readers to read anything but the version so beautifully penned by Sylvia. But I do want to say this: reading this book requires an open and broad mind, especially to comprehend an opinion and experience so different from the usual (but, by no means boring at all). So much so, that it also takes courage to come to terms with the stories presented. I hope the readers will keep in mind that although they have every right to disagree (or agree), it is also important to remember that it is someone’s life and experience — we don’t have to believe it to respect it and our rubbishing it doesn’t make it false either. Like everything else, truth is subjective.
Personally, I don’t think what I read is any different from what I believed deep, deep down, it is as though I am provided with a physical proof. Although I do not have an array of similar stories to add, I do recall lots of incidents which I can’t really brush off as mere serendipity. Like I mentioned before, it’s enlightening as well as scary, but definitely worth brooding over. Moreover, it is a testament to what we come to believe as faith and the fact that God (irrespective of who/what you believe in) has our back, whether we know it not. Last but not the least, how love transcends every emotion and the joy of extending it to everyone around — living or otherwise.