Lizbeth

They came in flocks.

It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to understand, Lizbeth had a special voice–it was angelic–it was what dreams were made of.

Everyone always knew she was special; the smile, the empathy, the sympathy, the caring for the elderly, caring for the wounded, caring for the animals, caring for the unruly. Lizbeth had the power to move mountains and all was affected by her presence. To be honest, I never really thought of her as human–to me, she was a myth. I grew up hearing stories about her and I came to know her as one would know an angel.

According to the legends, something changed her life. Some say it was the evil on this earth–the more spiritual types said she just couldn’t handle the energy here . . . I don’t know but she left town, never to be seen again.

Until now.

The earth was in the midst of upheaval.

The planet was dying.

Everything was out of control–people fleeing in all directions. There were earthquakes and floods and mass destruction everywhere. I tried to get my family away from the drowning city but there seemed to be obstacles everywhere I turned. It is hard to talk about this without crying.

And it is difficult to explain.

But something happened. A quiet peace enveloped me–a calmness washed over me–filling my heart and soul with something so brilliant, so white, so light, so . . . suddenly I understood. Without panic, my family and I moved out and away from the dying city and that’s then we came upon them: There were millions of people walking, with a strange presence about them; peaceful; unhurried.

It was eerie but beautiful. And in the distance, I saw her. Lizbeth.

My angel.

She had gathered all of the hurting children and animals of the world to
this location where peace and love were the only things they knew. And now, during this mass destruction, millions of us were heading home. Starting life anew.

Copyright (c) 1998 Kimberly McCandless

About the author

Kim Hiles (Dancing Feather) was born in Pennsylvania in the 1960s. Her mother was from Germany and met her father while stationed there. The family moved several times before settling in a town called Millis, Massachusetts.

Kim developed severe anxiety and depression as a child and struggled to find her way. Growing up, Kim was told by her grandmother that she wrote beautiful letters and had a way with words. Later in life, this memory would be a catalyst for sitting down and writing her memoir.

Continuing to say yes to life, Kim talks about her struggles of addiction, anxiety, depression and relationship issues, to name a few. She considers it her life mission to help empower others and uses her memoir as a way to offer guidance in living a more authentic life, following your dreams.

She has overcome much adversity and enjoys walking with others as they find their way. Kim has also co-written a young adult fantasy with her husband Will, called Little Wonders. Their pen name is K.W. Hiles.

Kim is a successful Educator, Social and Emotional Learning Specialist, Behavior Specialist, Mediator (Restorative Practices), 3rd degree Reiki Practitioner, and blogs regularly. In addition Kim offers online classes at Shamanic Passages Institute

Kim is considered highly sensitive and intuitive. Utilizing her gifts, her mission is to channel inspiration and healing and help spread some light. Empowering others to create the life of their dreams is the ultimate goal.

Kim is happily married (21+ years) and lives with her husband, son and their animal companions.

"I had a teacher who told us to go out that week and see how many Mercedes cars we noticed. When I came back I told her I had seen a lot! She asked me if I had seen any junk cars. I told her I didn’t remember seeing any. The next week she reversed it and asked us to go out and see how many junk cars we noticed. Of course we noticed a lot but didn’t remember seeing any Mercedes cars. Where is your focus? Is it on the problem or on the solution and more importantly, where would you like it to be?" -- Kim Hiles

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