Hay House

  • Under a Punjabi Rainbow

    Every once in a while in life, a rainbow appears. It might not be the real thing with an arc of magenta, ruby, and emerald. But when a figurative rainbow shines, the resulting chemistry can mimic the real McCoy. That’s what happened last week in Amritsar, Punjab, in northern India. An array of people, many…

  • Help Me Choose My Cover

    Which book cover should I pick? I received the two possible book cover designs from my publisher, Hay House, for my upcoming book. Seeing the book covers was so exciting! It made my book that much more real and its physical presence in the world that much more imminent. Beyond Past Lives is coming out…

  • God’s Blessings

    “Within the hour the Holy One, blessed be He, gave me additional wisdom and to wisdom He added understanding unto understanding, cunning unto cunning, knowledge unto knowledge, mercy unto mercy, instruction unto instruction, love unto love, loving-kindness unto loving-kindness, goodness unto goodness, meekness unto meekness, power unto power, strength unto strength, might unto might, brightness…

  • What is Hypnosis?

    “Suggestion is no more and no less than an inner willingness and consent to allow a particular action to occur; and this consent is the trigger which sets off the subconscious mechanisms that allow you to construct inner data into physical reality.” ~ Seth, Session 59 as channeled by Jane Roberts

  • Sylvia Browne

    Sylvia Browne passed away this morning. Hearing this made me reflect on something that she told me many years ago. I had a reading with her. Most of what she said has slipped out of my mind with time but one thing continues to stand out. She said to me – “You need to write.” I…

  • Thank You

    At my workshop in Santa Monica last weekend, a lovely girl came up to me and handed me a card. She said that when I sent her my CD I included a card and she wanted to thank me and do the same. “How nice,” I thought. What she wrote touched me even more. Here…

  • India Awaits!

    When I was little, I loved taking a bed sheet and wrapping it around myself. I pretended it was a sari. When an Indian woman who was a neighbor of ours gave me a few bindis, I was thrilled beyond belief. I used to place a little red dot between my eyebrows and me pretending…