The following is a release of a chapter from "Vegetable Nirvana".
This is a book written for all who experience human suffering through tragedy, illness, loss, depression & anxiety. It is a story of assistance and recovery to a life of beauty and passion.
The book is crafted through personal stories of experience with tragedy, and reality, numbers (1111 etc.), voices and signs, and related messages of compassion from our Angels.
Not at all only for plant eaters (it's not about vegetables) but for all seeking explanation and assistance. Our compassion will lead us, as compassion for all beings is central to our recovery as individuals and as a society, a planet.
We are all One.
Years ago in 1995, in the middle of the night on a deserted stretch of a Canadian highway in British Columbia, a stretch that is now well-known as a dumping ground for the bodies of young women, was the first time I ever heard the voice in my head as if it were not my own.
The voice came as a vocal warning, loud and clear, then in more like a shouting voice until I had no choice but to listen.
We had left Vancouver earlier that evening with our little black Jetta loaded to the roof with all of our belongings, to return home to Ontario so my husband Chris, my then boyfriend, could begin a job with an airline: a rare feat in those days with little to no employment in the industry. We were determined to drive almost continuously, across Canada, to maintain his work commitment.
I had worked that day (we needed every penny of salary possible), but we didn’t want to waste any time getting on the road so he picked me up from my workplace as soon as I was finished. He took the first driving shift and I the first sleeping shift. With my earplugs placed firmly in my ears to muffle the blaring music which he needed to keep him alert and awake, we drove down the highway into the night and toward the Rocky Mountains.
It was two am when I awoke from a deep sleep as the car suddenly lurched from a high speed in manual clutch to a slow crawl and then made an abrupt stop to the side of the highway. It was a long black stretch of silent road ahead.
It made my stomach sink immediately recognizing this was not a good omen to stop abruptly in such a manner in the middle of nowhere, but I was still really groggy when I opened my eyes and saw a black pick-up truck speed by.
“They’re gone,” Chris said. “Who’s gone?” I asked, but he wasn’t listening to me; he was clearly in a bit of a panic.
It was then that he turned the car right around, on the one-way stretch of highway, heading the wrong way toward any would-be oncoming traffic, and set the car headlights upon the ditch at the side of the road, scanning intensely.
“What’s happening?” I asked him quietly at first. It made no sense to me what was happening and now I was fully awake and feeling uneasy. It was then that he began telling me that he had driven by a truck parked at the side of the road and that as his headlights passed by, he saw somebody pulling a person, from the vehicle to the side of the ditch.
“A person? Were they hurt or in an accident?” I asked. “They didn’t look normal; they looked stiff or unnatural” he replied in a low tone. “It was that truck that drove past. When I pulled ahead and stopped, they took off.” Then he turned the car around, back to the proper direction, and seriously began intently searching the ditch for what I now knew was a body.
And it was then, when the voice began. It repeated the same words, increasing in pitch several times: “They’re coming back! You’ve got to go!” until I knew it was real and I began yelling the same. In the next moment, we saw a pair of headlights coming from our opposite direction on the other side of the highway, which was separated by one hundred yards of waist high grass.
It was the first set of headlights we’d seen on this deserted highway and our eyes locked on them as they became parallel to our tiny car and then they took a mad turn toward us, off the road and through the tall grass, directly aimed for our vehicle. We took off like a shot in a panic, full speed, as fast as our car could handle, yet remaining in control, but the large shiny black pick-up, the one we’ll never forget, gained on us quite quickly, speeding toward our rear end. They clearly meant us harm.
There was some yelling in our car through panic, but overall we remained quite calm as they became closer and closer. Then, as we rounded a curve, we saw a truck ahead of us. It was an eighteen-wheeler typical transport truck doing a cross-Canada run and we were jammed up right behind it in a flash.
We decided together to hold behind and stay with the truck no matter what, not believing our luck, as we had been completely alone and at their mercy moments earlier, but now we had a witness.
It was then that the black pick-up, though only a bit behind our car, turned off their headlights and slunk behind us in the dark. We knew it was still there by shadow and by the mercy of tiny neon yellow parking lights still glowing silently to the unaware driver.
The story finishes with the sudden appearance of a diner, well-lit and well populated with truckers, where we were able to take shelter and gather our nerves with the protection of that good transport truck driver.
The driver of the black pick-up and somebody else I presume, as the voice clearly said “they” and not “he,” idled for a while watching us from afar, seeing us into the diner, and then made a U-turn back toward our original spot, to what I’ve always felt strongly was a gathering of what or whom they’d left behind.
It was later that Chris told me that the black pick-up truck had passed him about a half an hour prior to this recent encounter and as it had passed by our car, as I lay sleeping, he felt a darkness, a feeling of dread or danger and was relieved to see it driving away.
This book came at the perfect time in my life as we cope with cancer in our family. It made me laugh out loud and cry releasing emotional build up and knowing I have a strong spiritual connection. There are so many friends and family who come to mind during this read and I will be purchasing a few copies as a gift from the heart. (Amazon Reader)
This book touched me so deeply right when I needed it most. It made me remember that the universe is not only on my side, but it's my friend. Reading this book feels like a big, deep hug from the universe, bringing comfort in my time of need. (Amazon Reader)