The Gift Media Kit
Short Blurb:
A masterful storyteller, Kathy Morley whisks the reader into another dimension through her own experiences with psychic phenomena, hypnosis, UFO's and channeling, revealing that life goes beyond the physical.
Long Blurb:
A masterful storyteller, Kathy Morley whisks the reader into another dimension through her own experiences with psychic phenomena, hypnosis, UFO's and channeling, revealing that life goes beyond the physical. As the plot unfolds, the reader may draw parallels in their life previously missed or attributed to coincidences, when in truth the cosmos was the guiding light. The Gift chronicles a fascinating journey that highlights the capability of the higher self, transcending time and space, keeping the reader spellbound and eager to read more.
Specs: In paperback and e-book.
ISBN: 9781098868345
Page Count: 196
Genres: Spiritual, Self-Help, Inspirational
Author Bio: Kathy Morley is a hypnotist, Reiki Master, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) Practitioner, Silva Graduate, healer and intuitive. She is a member of the National Guild of Hypnotists. Kathy teaches meditation and metaphysics. Writing about the wondrous things many of us take for granted, and sharing her experiences for people to relate to their own lives, are her passions.
Q&A with Author:
How old were you when your intuition surfaced?
I was about six when the previous owner of the house we just moved into came to me in a dream to tell me about a fire in the house. My family dismissed my dream, but years later when renovating and pulling down walls, the cinder blocks were charred from a fire.
Does everyone have the ability to intuit?
Absolutely! It's like a muscle that needs to be developed. The more you use it the better it gets.
Excerpt:
Chapter One:
I find it amazing that when I am able to let go of controlling my life and just allow it to unfold, it flows like a perfect symphony. The summer of 1991 was one of those times where my mind, body and soul were in perfect harmony. I felt it in every fiber of my being. There was so much upheaval and stress in my life that I just surrendered. That’s when my life took a 180-degree turn, opening up and blossoming like a tulip in the morning sun.
Although my journey in this incarnation began at my birth, over sixty years ago, my Spirit was truly awakened in the nineties. This chapter of my life began on a sunny afternoon; Mary and I were sitting basking in the sun, on the porch of her beautiful old Victorian house. Over a glass of iced tea, I asked what she had planned for the weekend.
“I'm going up to Su Casa for a New Age weekend.” She offered me a blueberry scone.
I broke off a piece and took a bite. “What's that about?”
“You know, psychics, crystals, tarot, massage therapy.” Her eyes widened. “Why don't you come with me? Experience it for yourself.”
I frowned.
“Are you afraid?”
Her question startled me. “Of course not!” I snapped. I just don’t know if I would like it. That’s all.” I didn’t want to admit that I was.
“How do you know unless you try it? Come on, it will be loads of fun. Don’t be such a stick in the mud. Kathy, step out of the box!”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, okay. I have no plans for the weekend anyway.” If nothing else, I thought to myself, the weekend would be entertaining.
Since Mary was going to the Omega Institute after our weekend trip, we took separate cars. Approaching the hotel, I couldn't contain my surprise. The resort looked more like an old run-down adolescent summer camp. The parking area was a rocky, uneven dirt road. As I opened my car door, and stood up, weeds sprang up around my knees. I looked around. There were small old bungalows scattered around, with one larger building. Resort? What the hell is this, some kind of joke? Never mind paying for this hole in the wall! I wouldn't stay here if I were paid. My first instinct was to get in my car and head for home. Instead, I waited for Mary to show up so that I could wring her little neck! Walking around mumbling to myself, I came across a man sitting on a bench. He was in his early fifties, with salt and pepper hair. He looked up from his newspaper as I walked by.
“Hi. I'm Gerry.” He smiled, stood up and gave me a warm handshake.
I managed a faint smile.
“Kathy.”
“First time here?”
“Yeah,” I replied meekly.
He chuckled. “I could tell by the expression on your face. Why, the first time I came up here, I thought the same thing you are thinking right now. But you know what? I love it here. The people are wonderful, warm and very open. Whenever I'm feeling super-stressed and need to get away, I come up here to unwind - usually a few times a year.”
“Quite honestly, I was contemplating leaving before my friend gets here.”
“Do yourself a favor.” He gently touched my arm. “Forget how this place looks. It’s got great energy. It’s magical. You'll see. Relax. Have fun. Kathy, enjoy the people, enjoy the workshops.” He had a confident look on his face. “Trust me, by the end of the weekend, you'll be planning your next trip back.” He pointed to a door in need of a paint job. “Go ahead. Go inside and register.”
“Your jubilation makes me take pause about leaving.”
“You won’t be sorry,” he insisted. “Breathe in great country air, take scenic walks, and enjoy delicious food. All workshops are included too. Where else can you spend three days for a little over a hundred bucks?”
“Nowhere,” I answered with a forced smile and walked up the steps. “Thank God,” I whispered under my breath.
Walking into the main building, I looked around for some signs of life. The first thing I noticed was a desk piled with clean white towels and a stack of travel-size soaps. A large room was off to my right. It was big, and sunlight streamed through the windows to the center of the room. There was a large stone fireplace, wood paneled walls, and parquet floors that had weathered many a year. My observation was interrupted when a diminutive woman in her sixties came out from a back room.
“Can I help you?” she queried with a smile that lit up her face.
“Yes. I'm Kathy. I'd like to check in and get my key.”
“Well, you are in the right place. “I'm Maura, the owner. I'll give you your room number, but we don't have keys.”
I thought I heard wrong. “No keys?”
“No.”
“How do you lock your room?” I asked, controlling my annoyance.
“You don't. There’s no need to lock rooms. Nothing has ever been stolen.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, if it will make you feel better, valuables can be locked in the office where there’s a small safe.” Without waiting for a response, she picked up two large towels, a small one, soap, and handed them to me. “You can get fresh ones every day. You're in room number thirteen in the first building to the right. Enjoy your stay.”
I wanted to high tail it out of there. Instead, I remembered what Gerry had said and resisted the urge. I walked out of the main building supplies in hand and headed for my room. At that moment I saw Mary pulling into a parking spot, waving her hands at me.
“Hey, Kath!” she yelled excitedly through her car window. “I see you found the place.”
“Yes. Lovely resort? A bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think? Instead you should have told me, it was one step away from an abandoned site!”
My retort did not dampen her exuberance. Mary got out of her car and gave me a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you, but I didn’t want you to focus on that; it’s a great place. I swear you'll have a good time. I'm going in to register. Catch you later.”
Speechless, I watched Mary bolt up the stairs and into the building. Still apprehensive, I continued to my room.
A masterful storyteller, Kathy Morley whisks the reader into another dimension through her own experiences with psychic phenomena, hypnosis, UFO's and channeling, revealing that life goes beyond the physical.
Long Blurb:
A masterful storyteller, Kathy Morley whisks the reader into another dimension through her own experiences with psychic phenomena, hypnosis, UFO's and channeling, revealing that life goes beyond the physical. As the plot unfolds, the reader may draw parallels in their life previously missed or attributed to coincidences, when in truth the cosmos was the guiding light. The Gift chronicles a fascinating journey that highlights the capability of the higher self, transcending time and space, keeping the reader spellbound and eager to read more.
Specs: In paperback and e-book.
ISBN: 9781098868345
Page Count: 196
Genres: Spiritual, Self-Help, Inspirational
Author Bio: Kathy Morley is a hypnotist, Reiki Master, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) Practitioner, Silva Graduate, healer and intuitive. She is a member of the National Guild of Hypnotists. Kathy teaches meditation and metaphysics. Writing about the wondrous things many of us take for granted, and sharing her experiences for people to relate to their own lives, are her passions.
Q&A with Author:
How old were you when your intuition surfaced?
I was about six when the previous owner of the house we just moved into came to me in a dream to tell me about a fire in the house. My family dismissed my dream, but years later when renovating and pulling down walls, the cinder blocks were charred from a fire.
Does everyone have the ability to intuit?
Absolutely! It's like a muscle that needs to be developed. The more you use it the better it gets.
Excerpt:
Chapter One:
I find it amazing that when I am able to let go of controlling my life and just allow it to unfold, it flows like a perfect symphony. The summer of 1991 was one of those times where my mind, body and soul were in perfect harmony. I felt it in every fiber of my being. There was so much upheaval and stress in my life that I just surrendered. That’s when my life took a 180-degree turn, opening up and blossoming like a tulip in the morning sun.
Although my journey in this incarnation began at my birth, over sixty years ago, my Spirit was truly awakened in the nineties. This chapter of my life began on a sunny afternoon; Mary and I were sitting basking in the sun, on the porch of her beautiful old Victorian house. Over a glass of iced tea, I asked what she had planned for the weekend.
“I'm going up to Su Casa for a New Age weekend.” She offered me a blueberry scone.
I broke off a piece and took a bite. “What's that about?”
“You know, psychics, crystals, tarot, massage therapy.” Her eyes widened. “Why don't you come with me? Experience it for yourself.”
I frowned.
“Are you afraid?”
Her question startled me. “Of course not!” I snapped. I just don’t know if I would like it. That’s all.” I didn’t want to admit that I was.
“How do you know unless you try it? Come on, it will be loads of fun. Don’t be such a stick in the mud. Kathy, step out of the box!”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, okay. I have no plans for the weekend anyway.” If nothing else, I thought to myself, the weekend would be entertaining.
Since Mary was going to the Omega Institute after our weekend trip, we took separate cars. Approaching the hotel, I couldn't contain my surprise. The resort looked more like an old run-down adolescent summer camp. The parking area was a rocky, uneven dirt road. As I opened my car door, and stood up, weeds sprang up around my knees. I looked around. There were small old bungalows scattered around, with one larger building. Resort? What the hell is this, some kind of joke? Never mind paying for this hole in the wall! I wouldn't stay here if I were paid. My first instinct was to get in my car and head for home. Instead, I waited for Mary to show up so that I could wring her little neck! Walking around mumbling to myself, I came across a man sitting on a bench. He was in his early fifties, with salt and pepper hair. He looked up from his newspaper as I walked by.
“Hi. I'm Gerry.” He smiled, stood up and gave me a warm handshake.
I managed a faint smile.
“Kathy.”
“First time here?”
“Yeah,” I replied meekly.
He chuckled. “I could tell by the expression on your face. Why, the first time I came up here, I thought the same thing you are thinking right now. But you know what? I love it here. The people are wonderful, warm and very open. Whenever I'm feeling super-stressed and need to get away, I come up here to unwind - usually a few times a year.”
“Quite honestly, I was contemplating leaving before my friend gets here.”
“Do yourself a favor.” He gently touched my arm. “Forget how this place looks. It’s got great energy. It’s magical. You'll see. Relax. Have fun. Kathy, enjoy the people, enjoy the workshops.” He had a confident look on his face. “Trust me, by the end of the weekend, you'll be planning your next trip back.” He pointed to a door in need of a paint job. “Go ahead. Go inside and register.”
“Your jubilation makes me take pause about leaving.”
“You won’t be sorry,” he insisted. “Breathe in great country air, take scenic walks, and enjoy delicious food. All workshops are included too. Where else can you spend three days for a little over a hundred bucks?”
“Nowhere,” I answered with a forced smile and walked up the steps. “Thank God,” I whispered under my breath.
Walking into the main building, I looked around for some signs of life. The first thing I noticed was a desk piled with clean white towels and a stack of travel-size soaps. A large room was off to my right. It was big, and sunlight streamed through the windows to the center of the room. There was a large stone fireplace, wood paneled walls, and parquet floors that had weathered many a year. My observation was interrupted when a diminutive woman in her sixties came out from a back room.
“Can I help you?” she queried with a smile that lit up her face.
“Yes. I'm Kathy. I'd like to check in and get my key.”
“Well, you are in the right place. “I'm Maura, the owner. I'll give you your room number, but we don't have keys.”
I thought I heard wrong. “No keys?”
“No.”
“How do you lock your room?” I asked, controlling my annoyance.
“You don't. There’s no need to lock rooms. Nothing has ever been stolen.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, if it will make you feel better, valuables can be locked in the office where there’s a small safe.” Without waiting for a response, she picked up two large towels, a small one, soap, and handed them to me. “You can get fresh ones every day. You're in room number thirteen in the first building to the right. Enjoy your stay.”
I wanted to high tail it out of there. Instead, I remembered what Gerry had said and resisted the urge. I walked out of the main building supplies in hand and headed for my room. At that moment I saw Mary pulling into a parking spot, waving her hands at me.
“Hey, Kath!” she yelled excitedly through her car window. “I see you found the place.”
“Yes. Lovely resort? A bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think? Instead you should have told me, it was one step away from an abandoned site!”
My retort did not dampen her exuberance. Mary got out of her car and gave me a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you, but I didn’t want you to focus on that; it’s a great place. I swear you'll have a good time. I'm going in to register. Catch you later.”
Speechless, I watched Mary bolt up the stairs and into the building. Still apprehensive, I continued to my room.