Recommended Books

 Since losing my 13-year-old son earlier this year, I've taken a deep dive into spirituality. Not organized religion. That never worked for me. 


Here are some of the books that have helped me with exploring the spiritual side of my being, which I believe to be eternal. 

Signs by Laura Lynne Jackson

Laura Lynne is a Windbridge certified psychic medium. Believe me, I am a skeptic before I am a believer. However, I have found so much benefit from reading this book after the death of my son. It helped me open myself up to seeing the world more closely and being more reflective about the possibility of signs. I've read this one twice, and it carried me through some very dark moments. 


Living in a Mindful Universe by Eben Alexander and Karen Newell

Neurosurgeon Eben Alexander has an NDE (near-death-experience) in 2008. It changed his entire way of perceiving and relating to the world and spirituality. Since his NDE, he has written three books. This is the last of the three. 

This book resonated so much for me because it touched on other authors I have read (including Laura Lynne Jackson) and discussed their theories in a logical and scientific way. Earlier this year, I read Sean Carroll's The Big Picture. In his book, he refutes the existence of life after this one. Not only did his argument seem narrow, but it left me feeling depleted and depressed. Living in a Mindful Universe countered Carroll's arguments and restored my will to live after losing my son. It pulled me out of my sadness. 

The book also touches on Robert Monroe who has written three books (which my dad recommended) about out-of-body experiences. 

This is a book that not only gives me hope, but gives me hope with a scientific spin. 


The Book of Knowing and Worth (Paul Selig)

This book found me. I was sifting through junk email, happened to click on a link, and there it was. It has been a gift. It's a channeled text from spirit guides with daily readings. The thing I love about it is that it has changed my perception of who I am and has helped me with one of my deepest flaws in this world: judgement of other people. After reading it only one time, I feel like a different person. A better person. Although, I will say, it's not for everyone. 


The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche

I've owned this book for a long time. I started it, and then stopped. But now I am reading it again. With my third cancer diagnosis, it is the perfect book to help me prepare for my own death. We're all mortal. None of us will escape dying. Best to prepare for it while we're still alive. It is full of so much of the wisdom I've gained from all of my other reading this year. 

Books About Cancer

The Cancer Whisperer by Sophie Sabbage

This is another book that (while looking for something just after my third diagnosis) seemed to fall into my lap. And it was perfect. Exactly what I needed (and still need). Sophie has been diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer. But she has not allowed cancer to take over her life--to take over living. It is a book I find necessary to have in my toolkit as I go forward. It will help me keep in mind that cancer will not rule my life, even though it may cause me to make adjustments to it. 




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