Esther and Jerry Hicks

Sarah (book 1)

(Abraham's teachings)

Feathered friends are forever

A NEW LEVEL OF DESIRE MANIFESTATION

Preface

Here is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, introverted ten-year-old girl who is not very happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and is lukewarm about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many children in our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old child. Sarah is truly a collective image of all children.

Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but when she looks around, she doesn't see any reason to feel that way. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl who shows her how to see everything differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will realize that this is much more than a children's story. This is a map of finding the joy and happiness that is your birthright.

My whole family read this book and we have all changed since then. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now you put on glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.

I can't stop praising this life-transforming book. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the way to the heights of wish fulfillment. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it's suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!

Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars series

Introduction

“People like entertainment more than information.” As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hearst. If this is so, then it is obvious that the most effective method transmitting information, even of great importance to the individual, in an entertaining form.

Feathered Friends Are Forever is both entertaining and informative, depending on what you prefer, thanks to Esther and her word processor. Lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's very entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of the enlightening experiences Sarah has with her family, friends, neighbors and teachers; it takes you to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that all is well.

Think about who you are and why you are here, and then, when you finish your first leisurely read of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what is important to you.

With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you'll gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of manifesting your dreams.

An eternity of birds of a feather

Sarah, lying in her warm bed, frowned, upset that she had woken up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. “I hate these short winter days,” Sarah thought. “I’d rather stay in bed until the sun comes up.”

Sarah knew that she was dreaming about something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what exactly the dream was about.

“I don’t want to wake up yet,” she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant dream to a not-so-pleasant cold winter morning. Sarah buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to understand if her mother had gotten up. She pulled the blanket over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so wonderful that Sarah wanted more.

"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe if I'm patient and relax, I'll forget about it... - Sarah changed her position, trying to delay the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing". Sarah tiptoed along the corridor to the toilet, carefully walking around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to flush the water right away in order to enjoy the solitude. “Just five minutes of peace and quiet.”

Sarah! Are you up already? Come here, help me!

“You could have washed it off right away,” Sarah muttered. - I'm coming! - she shouted to her mother.

She could never understand how her mother always knew what the rest of the house was doing. “She probably placed bugs in all the rooms,” Sarah decided gloomily. She knew that this was not really the case, but dark thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.

“You need to stop drinking before bed. It’s better not to drink anything at all since noon. Then, when I wake up, I can lie in bed and think and be completely, completely alone - and no one will know that I woke up.

I wonder at what age do people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else never stays quiet. They can't listen to their own thoughts because they are always talking or watching TV, and when they get into the car, the first thing they do is turn on the radio. Nobody seems to like being alone. They always want to be with someone else. They want to go to meetings, or to the movies, or to dances, or to play ball. I wish I could cover everyone with a blanket of silence so that at least sometimes they could listen to me think. I wonder if this generally happens - that you are awake, but you are not bombarded by other people’s noise?

Jerry Hicks.

Sarah. A child's journey into the world of boundless joy (collection)

Esther and Jerry Hicks

Sara. Book 1–3

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Praise for the book

The writer says:

“Sara is a heart-warming story about a girl who learns the secrets to creating a happy life. And as Sarah learns to make her life happy right here and now, so does the reader. They both transform as if by magic.

This refreshing and inspiring book can awaken all readers to the inner strength they already possess and push them to create the life they have always dreamed of.

Sarah is a book you will want to give to your family and friends to read because it contains important messages about life written in simple, easy-to-understand language.

Inspirational text is like a spell and can change lives just by being read. And although this book is not written only “for children,” “Sarah” is a book that will transform the life of the child living in each of us.

Strong. Magical. Inspiring. Read it for yourself."

Accountant says:

“Sara is a miracle. I'm reading this for the third time! I learned so much from it. This book makes my life so much better!”

A ten year old child writes:

“I just read your book... This best book, which I have read my entire life. I wanted to thank you for writing it because it has made the biggest difference in my life."

Grandmother writes:

“What an overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude I feel. My granddaughter reads passages from the book all the time to us and to her friends... so understandable and delightful!”

Audrey Harbour Bershen, psychotherapist:

“This beautiful book is like a gem whose beauty lies in the clarity of its message. His advice goes straight to the heart, connecting Sarah to each of us! A tender, charming story, sometimes funny, often significant, and most importantly, incredibly interesting. It will undoubtedly become a reference book for those who are learning to live well.”

Abraham says:

“This book will help you remember that you are an eternal being... and will help you discover the eternal connection that unites lovers with each other.”

This book is dedicated to all of you - those who, in your quest for enlightenment and well-being, have asked the questions that this book answers... and to the four wonderful children of our children who have become examples of what this book teaches... who do not ask questions because nothing yet haven't forgotten.

Sarah.

Book 1. Feathered friends are forever
A new level of wish fulfillment

Preface

Here is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, introverted ten-year-old girl who is not very happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and is lukewarm about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many children in our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old child. Sarah is truly a collective image of all children.

Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but when she looks around, she doesn't see any reason to feel that way. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl who shows her how to see everything differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will realize that this is much more than a children's story. This is a map of finding the joy and happiness that is your birthright.

My whole family read this book and we have all changed since then. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now you put on glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.

I can't stop praising this life-transforming book. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the way to the heights of wish fulfillment. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it's suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!

Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars series

Introduction

“People like entertainment more than information.” As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hearst. If this is so, then it is obvious that the most effective way to convey information, even one of great importance to the individual, is in an entertaining form.

Feathered Friends Are Forever is both entertaining and informative, depending on your preference, thanks to Esther and her word processor. Lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's very entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of the enlightening experiences Sarah has with her family, friends, neighbors and teachers; it takes you to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that all is well.

Think about who you are and why you are here, and then, when you finish your first leisurely read of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what is important to you.

With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you'll gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of manifesting your dreams.

Jerry Hicks

Part I. Eternity of birds of a feather

Chapter 1

Sarah, lying in her warm bed, frowned, upset that she had woken up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. “I hate these short winter days,” Sarah thought. “I’d rather stay in bed until the sun comes up.”

Sarah knew that she was dreaming about something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what exactly the dream was about.

“I don’t want to wake up yet,” she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant dream to a not-so-pleasant cold winter morning. Sarah buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to understand if her mother had gotten up. She pulled the blanket over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so wonderful that Sarah wanted more.

"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe if I'm patient and relax, I'll forget about it... - Sarah changed her position, trying to delay the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing".

Sarah tiptoed along the corridor to the toilet, carefully walking around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to flush the water right away in order to enjoy the solitude. “Just five minutes of peace and quiet.”

- Sarah! Are you up already? Come here, help me!

“You could have washed it off right away,” Sarah muttered. - I'm coming! - she shouted to her mother.

She could never understand how her mother always knew what the rest of the house was doing. “She probably placed bugs in all the rooms,” Sarah decided gloomily. She knew that this was not really the case, but dark thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.

“You need to stop drinking before bed. It’s better not to drink anything at all since noon. Then, when I wake up, I can lie in bed and think and be completely, completely alone - and no one will know that I woke up.

I wonder at what age do people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else never stays quiet. They can't listen to their own thoughts because they are always talking or watching TV, and when they get into the car, the first thing they do is turn on the radio. Nobody seems to like being alone. They always want to be with someone else. They want to go to meetings, or to the movies, or to dances, or to play ball. I wish I could cover everyone with a blanket of silence so that at least sometimes they could listen to me think. I wonder if this generally happens - that you are awake, but you are not bombarded by other people’s noise?

I'm organizing a club. "People against other people's noise." Requirements for club members: You may like other people, but you don't have to talk to them. You may like to look at them, but you don't need to explain to others what you saw. You should love to be alone sometimes to just think. It's okay to want to help others, but you should be prepared to keep your help to a minimum because that's a trap you're bound to fall into. If you're too eager to help, it's over. They will overwhelm you with their ideas and you will have no time for yourself. You must be willing to stand still and watch others without them noticing you.

I wonder if anyone other than me would want to join my club? No, that will ruin everything! My club is dedicated to not needing any clubs! It’s just that my life is important enough, interesting enough and exciting enough, and I don’t need anyone else.”

With a start, Sarah found herself standing in the bathroom, staring at the mirror, listlessly moving the toothbrush in her mouth.

– Are you going to sit there all day? Hurry up! We have a lot to do!

Chapter 2

– Sarah, did you want to say something?

Sarah jumped and realized that Mr. Jorgensen had called her name.

- Yes, sir. I mean, about what, sir? – Sarah stammered, while the other twenty-seven of her classmates giggled.

Sarah never understood why they felt such delight in other people's humiliation, but they never missed the opportunity to enjoy it, laughing as if something funny had actually happened. “What’s funny about someone feeling bad?” Sarah was completely at a loss for an answer to this question, but now was not the time to think about it anyway, because Mr. Jorgensen was still making her the center of attention for her awkwardness, and her classmates were watching her with outright gloating.

– Can you answer the question, Sarah?

Laughter again.

– Get up, Sarah, and finally give us an answer.

“Why does he do this? Is it really that important?

Five or six hands went up around the class - Sarah's classmates decided to show off and at the same time add to their pleasure by making Sarah look even worse.

“No, sir,” Sarah whispered, sinking back to her desk.

– What did you say, Sarah? - the teacher barked.

“I said, no, sir, I don’t know the answer to the question,” Sarah said a little louder. But Mr. Jorgensen isn't done with her—yet.

– Do you know the question itself, Sarah?

Her cheeks flushed with shame. She had no idea what the question was even about. She was immersed in her thoughts, completely lost in her inner world.

– Sarah, can I give you some advice?

She didn't look up, knowing that Mr. Jorgensen didn't need her permission.

“I advise you, young lady, to spend more time thinking about the important issues that are discussed in class, and less time looking out the window and indulging in meaningless, unnecessary daydreams.” Try to put something into your empty head. - Laughter in the class again.

“Will this lesson ever end?”

And then the bell finally rang.

Sarah walked home slowly, watching her red boots sink into the white snow. She was grateful for the snowfall. Grateful for the silence. Grateful for the opportunity to retreat into my own mind for the two-mile walk home.

She noticed that the water under the Main Street Bridge was almost completely covered with ice, and thought about trying to go down the bank and see how thick the ice was, but decided to leave it for another day. She saw the water flowing under the ice and smiled, trying to imagine how many faces the river had reflected over the years. This bridge over the river was Sarah's favorite part of the way home. There was always something interesting going on here.

Having already crossed the bridge, Sarah looked at the road for the first time since she left the schoolyard, and felt a slight pang of sadness, because there were only two blocks left before her walk in silence and solitude remained. She slowed her pace to stretch out her newfound peace, and then walked back a little to look at the bridge again.

“Okay,” she sighed quietly, stepping out onto the gravel path that led to her house. She stopped on the steps to knock down a large piece of ice: first she loosened it with the toe of her boot, and then pushed it into a snowdrift. Then she took off her wet shoes and entered the house.

Quietly closing the door and hanging her heavy wet coat on the hanger, Sarah tried to make as little noise as possible. She, unlike other family members, never shouted loudly: “I’m home!”

“I wish I was a hermit,” she concluded, walking through the living room into the kitchen. – A calm, happy hermit who thinks, talks or doesn’t talk, and chooses what to do with his time. Yes!"

Chapter 3

The only thing Sarah knew as she lay on the dirty floor in front of her school locker was that her elbow really, really hurt.

A fall is always a shock. It happens so quickly. One minute you're upright, moving quickly, determined to be at your desk when the bell rings, and the next you're lying on your back, unable to move, dazed and with an aching elbow. And the worst thing is to fall like that at school, where everyone can see you.

Sarah looked out at the sea of ​​gloating faces that were grinning, giggling, or laughing out loud. “When this happens to them, they don’t act like that.”

When they realized that there was nothing more interesting to see - no broken bones and bloody wounds, no convulsions of a suffering victim - the crowd dispersed, and Sarah's vile classmates forgot about her as they went to class.

A hand reached out to Sarah; They picked her up, sitting her down, and a girl’s voice asked:

- Are you okay? Do you want to get up?

“No,” thought Sarah. “I want to disappear.” But since this was unlikely, and the crowd had almost disappeared, Sarah smiled faintly and Ellen helped her to her feet.

Sarah had never spoken to Ellen before, but she had seen her in the school hallways. Ellen was two grades older, and had only been at this school for a year.

Sarah knew almost nothing about Ellen, but that was not unusual. The older guys never communicated with the younger ones. Some kind of unwritten rules prohibited this. But Ellen always smiled easily, and although she seemed to have few friends and spent most of her time on her own, she seemed completely happy. Maybe that's why Sarah paid attention to her. Sarah was also a loner. She liked it.

“This floor is always slippery when it’s wet outside,” Ellen said. “It’s surprising that so few people fall here.”

Still somewhat dazed and confused to the point of speechlessness, Sarah didn't take in Ellen's words, but something about them made her feel much better.

Sarah was somewhat disturbed by the fact that she was so influenced by another person. She rarely gave more preference to the words of others than to the quiet refuge of her own thoughts. It felt strange.

“Thank you,” Sarah muttered, trying to brush the dirt off her stained skirt.

“I think it won’t look so bad when it dries,” Ellen said.

Again, it wasn't what Ellen said. Ordinary words that you hear every day, but there was something else in them. There was something about the way she said them.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied. “We better hurry up, otherwise we’ll be late.”

As she sat down—her elbow hurt, her clothes dirty, her shoelaces untied, and her thin brown hair hanging over her eyes—Sarah felt better at her desk than ever. Illogical, but true.

The walk home from school that day was also unusual. Instead of being lost in her own thoughts, paying no attention to anything but the narrow path in the snow, Sarah was alert and animated. She wanted to sing. So she did. Humming a familiar melody, she happily walked along the path, looking at other people walking through the town.

Walking past the only restaurant in the whole city, Sarah wondered if she should have a snack after school. Often a glazed donut or an ice cream cone or a bag of potato chips was a great distraction from a long, tiring day at school.

“I haven’t spent anything from this week’s pocket money yet,” Sarah thought, standing thoughtfully in front of a small cafe. But in the end, I decided not to buy anything, remembering the words that my mother constantly repeated: “Don’t spoil your appetite.”

Sarah never understood what this meant because she was always ready to eat what was offered to her if the food was tasty. It was only if the food didn't look good, or especially if it smelled bad, that Sarah made excuses not to eat it, or at least not to eat much of it. “In my opinion, in this case, the one who cooked spoils my appetite.” Sarah chuckled as she walked home again. Today she didn't really need anything - everything was fine in her world.

Chapter 4

Sarah stopped on the Main Street Bridge to look down at the ice to see if it was thick enough to walk on. She noticed several birds standing on the ice, and quite large dog tracks in the snow covering it, but she doubted that the ice would support her weight; and she’s also wearing a heavy coat, boots and a massive bag of books. “It’s better to wait,” Sarah decided, looking at the frozen river.

So, leaning over the ice, leaning on the rusty railings, which, in Sarah’s opinion, were placed here solely for her pleasure, she felt wonderful for the first time in a long time and therefore decided to linger and admire the river. This was her favorite place in the world. Throwing the bag at her feet, she leaned even harder on the railing.

Relaxing and enjoying the view, Sarah recalled with a smile the day when the ordinary old railings turned into perfect ones for leaning on: that day, a hay wagon crashed into them because its owner, Mr. Jackson, slammed on the brakes in the wet on the icy road so as not to hit Harvey, Mrs. Peterson's dachshund. Then, for months, everyone in the city talked about how lucky he was that he and his van didn’t crash straight into the river. Sarah was always surprised by how people “inflate” events to be bigger and scarier than they actually were. If Mr. Jackson's van had thundered into the river, it would have been a different matter entirely. It would justify the fuss that was created about him. Or if he had crashed into the river and drowned, then the reason for conversation would have been even more significant. But he didn’t fall into the river.

As far as Sarah understood, there was no harm in that situation at all. The van is not damaged. Mr. Jackson was not injured. Harvey got scared and stayed at home for several days, but nothing serious happened to him. “People like to worry,” Sarah concluded. But she was delighted when she found a new place to lean on the railing. Large thick steel bars now arched over the water. A wonderful place, as if specially made for Sarah.

Leaning over the water and looking down, Sarah saw the trunk of a fallen tree stretching over the river, and this also made her smile. He appeared after another “accident”, which turned out to be very useful for her.

One of the large trees growing along the shore was badly damaged during a thunderstorm. So the farmer who owned the land called together several volunteers around town, and they cut all the branches off the tree, intending to cut it down. Sarah didn't understand why this was causing so much noise and excitement. Just an old tree.

Her father wouldn't let her get close enough to hear what they were saying, but Sarah heard someone mention that they were worried about the wires being too close. However, after this the saws roared again, and nothing more was heard; so Sarah stood on the sidelines, like almost everyone else in the city, watching the grand event.

Suddenly the saws stopped talking, and in the silence someone shouted, “Oh no!” Sarah remembered closing her eyes and covering her ears. It was as if the whole city shook when a large tree fell, but when Sarah opened her eyes, she squealed with delight as soon as she saw a beautiful new log bridge connecting the paths on both sides of the river.

Sitting in her metal nest, right above the water, Sarah took a deep breath, wanting to absorb the delightful river air. He acted hypnotically. Aromas, constant uniform sound of water. “I love the river,” Sarah thought, still looking at the old log that crossed the water downstream.

Sarah liked to walk across the log with her arms outstretched for balance and moving as quickly as possible. She was never afraid, but always remembered that the slightest wrong step and she would end up in the river. And every time, crossing the log, she mentally heard her mother’s anxious, uncomfortable words: “Sarah, stay away from the river! You could drown!

Esther and Jerry Hicks

Sara. Book 1–3

All rights reserved. No part of the electronic version of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including posting on the Internet or corporate networks, for private or public use without the written permission of the copyright owner.

The writer says:

“Sara is a heart-warming story about a girl who learns the secrets to creating a happy life. And as Sarah learns to make her life happy right here and now, so does the reader. They both transform as if by magic.

This refreshing and inspiring book can awaken all readers to the inner strength they already possess and push them to create the life they have always dreamed of.

Sarah is a book you will want to give to your family and friends to read because it contains important messages about life written in simple, easy-to-understand language.

Inspirational text is like a spell and can change lives just by being read. And although this book is not written only “for children,” “Sarah” is a book that will transform the life of the child living in each of us.

Strong. Magical. Inspiring. Read it for yourself."

Accountant says:

“Sara is a miracle. I'm reading this for the third time! I learned so much from it. This book makes my life so much better!”

A ten year old child writes:

“I just read your book... It's the best book I've read in my entire life. I wanted to thank you for writing it because it has made the biggest difference in my life."

Grandmother writes:

“What an overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude I feel. My granddaughter reads passages from the book all the time to us and to her friends... so understandable and delightful!”

Audrey Harbour Bershen, psychotherapist:

“This beautiful book is like a gem whose beauty lies in the clarity of its message. His advice goes straight to the heart, connecting Sarah to each of us! A tender, charming story, sometimes funny, often significant, and most importantly, incredibly interesting. It will undoubtedly become a reference book for those who are learning to live well.”

Abraham says:

“This book will help you remember that you are an eternal being... and will help you discover the eternal connection that unites lovers with each other.”

This book is dedicated to all of you - those who, in your quest for enlightenment and well-being, have asked the questions that this book answers... and to the four wonderful children of our children who have become examples of what this book teaches... who do not ask questions because nothing yet haven't forgotten.

Here is an inspirational and inspiring book about a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, introverted ten-year-old girl who is not very happy. She has an obnoxious brother who constantly teases her, cruel and insensitive classmates, and is lukewarm about her studies. In short, she is a portrait of many children in our society. When I first read this book, I was struck by the similarities between Sarah and my own ten-year-old child. Sarah is truly a collective image of all children.

Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but when she looks around, she doesn't see any reason to feel that way. Everything changes when she meets Solomon, a wise old owl who shows her how to see everything differently - through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in an atmosphere of pure positive energy. She sees for the first time who she is and how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, will realize that this is much more than a children's story. This is a map of finding the joy and happiness that is your birthright.

My whole family read this book and we have all changed since then. She probably made the strongest impression on my husband. He said he was so amazed that he now looks at life with new eyes. Imagine that you have been nearsighted all your life, but only now you put on glasses. Everything becomes crystal clear.

I can't stop praising this life-transforming book. You will share with Sarah her successes and failures on the way to the heights of wish fulfillment. Know that Sarah lives in each of us. If you can only buy one book, be sure to buy this one (it's suitable for all ages). You will not regret it!

Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars series

“People like entertainment more than information.” As I recall, this observation was made by the eminent publisher William Randolph Hearst. If this is so, then it is obvious that the most effective way to convey information, even one of great importance to the individual, is in an entertaining form.

Feathered Friends Are Forever is both entertaining and informative, depending on your preference, thanks to Esther and her word processor. Lessons of infinite wisdom and unconditional love taught by Sarah's very entertaining feathered mentor are intertwined with stories of the enlightening experiences Sarah has with her family, friends, neighbors and teachers; it takes you to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and the understanding that all is well.

Think about who you are and why you are here, and then, when you finish your first leisurely read of the book, notice how quickly and how far you are moving towards what is important to you.

With this short, simple, thought-provoking book, you'll gain a clearer perspective that will take you to the next level of manifesting your dreams.

Jerry Hicks

Sarah, lying in her warm bed, frowned, upset that she had woken up. It was still dark outside, but she knew it was time to get up. “I hate these short winter days,” Sarah thought. “I’d rather stay in bed until the sun comes up.”

Sarah knew that she was dreaming about something - something very pleasant, although now she did not remember at all what exactly the dream was about.

“I don’t want to wake up yet,” she thought, trying to switch from a pleasant dream to a not-so-pleasant cold winter morning. Sarah buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to understand if her mother had gotten up. She pulled the blanket over her head, closed her eyes and tried to remember at least a piece of that pleasant dream from which she emerged. He was so wonderful that Sarah wanted more.

"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe if I'm patient and relax, I'll forget about it... - Sarah changed her position, trying to delay the inevitable. - Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing".

Sarah tiptoed along the corridor to the toilet, carefully walking around the ever-creaking floorboard, and quietly closed the door. She decided not to flush the water right away in order to enjoy the solitude. “Just five minutes of peace and quiet.”

\NEW LEVEL OF DESIRE MANIFESTATION
Preface
Here is an inspiring and inspiring (book about) a child's spiritual journey into the realm of boundless joy. Sarah is a shy, (closed) ten-year-old girl, not () too happy. She has an obnoxious brother, (who constantly teases her, (cruel and insensitive ((classmates, and (she treats school coolly. In short, she is a \-portrait of )many children of our society. When I first read this (book, )I was struck by the similarities )between Sarah and ))))()my own ten-year-old child Sarah really a collective image of all children.

Sarah wants to feel happy and loving, but, looking around (around, she does not see the reasons for the day (such feelings. Everything )changes, (when she meets) Solomon,) the wise old owl, (who (shows her, ((how to see everything differently \ )-through the eyes of unconditional love. He teaches Sarah to constantly live in )an atmosphere of pure positive energy. For the first time, she sees (who she (is) and ((how limitless her potential is. You, the reader, )will understand that this is )so much more, )( than a children's story. This is (a map of finding the joy and happiness due to) you by right of birth.

My whole )family read this (book, and since then )we have all )changed. She probably made the strongest impression on )my )husband. He (said that he was amazed (so much so that he now) looks at life with) new) eyes. Imagine that you have been (myopic) all your life, but (only now you put on (glasses. Everything becomes (crystal) clear

I can't stop praising this life-transforming book. You will share Sarah's successes and failures on her journey to the heights of wish fulfillment. Know that there is Sarah in each of us. If you can buy just one (book \- a must (buy this one (it's suitable for all ages). You won't regret it!
Denise Tarsitano, Rising Stars series

Introduction
")People like entertainment more than information." ((As far as I remember) this observation was made by the eminent publisher )William Randolph Hearst. If this is the case, then it is obvious that the most (effective) way of transmitting information, even one of great importance for the individual, is in an (entertaining) form.

"Feathered Friends is Forever" is both (entertaining and )informative, depending on what )you like best, thanks to Esther and her ()text (editor). )very interesting feathered (Sara's mentor), intertwined with ()stories about )the ((what enlightening experience Sarah receives when communicating with her )family, )friends, )neighbors and )teachers; through )this you )rise to a new level of awareness of natural well-being and )understanding that all is well.

)Think about (who you are and )why you are here, and )then (when (finish the first leisurely reading of (the book, pay )attention to ((how quickly and (((how far you are moving on the path ()who that important to you.

With this (short, simple, thought-provoking) book, you will gain a clearer (point of view) that will take you to a new level of making your dreams come true.
Part I

An eternity of birds of a feather
Chapter 1

Sarah, who was lying in a warm bed, frowned, upset that she had woken up. It was still dark outside (the) window, but she knew it was time to get up. “I hate these (short) winter days,” Sarah thought. “I’d rather stay in bed (until the sun rises.”

Sarah knew that she was dreaming of something - something very pleasant, although now she did not at all remember what the dream was.

“I (don’t want to wake up yet,” she thought, trying to (switch from a pleasant sleep to a not ()too pleasant cold) winter morning. Sarah buried herself deeper under the warm blanket and listened, trying to understand if her mother had gotten up. She pulled the blanket over her head, (closed her eyes and tried) to remember at least ((a piece of that pleasant dream, from (which she emerged. It was (so)) wonderful that Sarah wanted more.

"Ugh. I need to go to the toilet. Maybe if I'm patient and relax, I'll forget about it... \-Sarah) changed her position, trying to delay the inevitable. \-Does not work. OK. I woke up. Another day has come. Nothing". Sarah tiptoed along the corridor to the toilet, carefully walking around the ever-creaking floorboard, and (quietly) closed the door. She decided not to immediately (flush the water in order to enjoy) the solitude “Just five) minutes of silence and (peace.”

-\ Sarah! Are you up already? Come here )help )me!

-\)You could have )washed it off right away, \) muttered Sarah. \-I'm coming! \((-she shouted) to her mother.

She (never) could understand (how) her mother knew all the time what the other residents of the house were doing. “She probably placed (bugs in) all the rooms,” Sarah decided gloomily. She knew that, in fact, these were not (so, but) gloomy) thoughts were already raging in her head, and it seemed impossible to stop them.

“You need to stop drinking before bedtime. Or it’s better not to drink anything at all since noon. Then, (when I wake up, )I can lie in bed and )think, and be ))very fashionable \-and (no one will know that I woke up.

I wonder at what age do people stop enjoying their own thoughts? This definitely happens because everyone else (never stays in silence. They can't listen to their own thoughts, )because they're always talking or )watching TV, and (when they get into )the car, they ))turn on the radio first. .It seems that ()nobody likes to be alone. They always want to be with ()someone else. They want to go to meetings, or to (the cinema, or to dance, or to play ball). I would like to (cover everyone) with a blanket of silence, so that at least sometimes I can listen, ((what) I think. It’s interesting, in general (it happens that you’re not sleeping, but you’re) bombarded by someone else’s) noise

I’m organizing a (club. “People against other people’s) noise.” Requirements () for club members: you may like other people, but you don’t need to talk to ) them.

You )may like to )look at them, but you don't need to explain )to others what you saw. You should love to be alone with yourself sometimes just to think. It's )normal )to )strive )to )help )others, but you must be prepared to keep )help ()))to a minimum, )because it's (a trap that you'll definitely fall into. If you ())are too eager )to )help, it's all (over. They will captivate you with )their )ideas, and you will have no )time left for yourself. You must be ready to )freeze and watch )others (so that they don't )notice you.

I wonder if (anyone ()except )me would want to join )my (club? No, that would ruin everything! My (club is dedicated to) not needing any ((any (clubs!)! Just )my life important enough, interesting enough and (fascinating, and) I (don’t need anyone else.”

-\ Sarah!

Startled, Sarah found herself standing in the bathroom, staring at the mirror and listlessly moving a toothbrush in her mouth.

-\ Are you going to sit there all day? Hurry up! We have a lot to do!

Chapter 2
-\ Sarah, did you want to say something?

Sarah (jumped up and realized that )Mr. Jorgensen had called her )name.

-\ Yes, sir. That is, about )what sir? \- Sarah said stuttering, (while the other twenty)seven of her ((classmates (giggled.

Sarah (never )understood )why they experience (such delight in someone else’s humiliation, but )the opportunity to enjoy )them (never (missed it), laughing (so ((as if something )funny really happened. “What’s )funny about ) "Is ()someone feeling bad?" Sarah couldn't find an answer to that question at all, but now was not the right time for )thinking )because )Mr. Jorgensen still had her in )the spotlight kee (awkwardness, and ((classmates watched her with ()) outright gloating

-\Can you answer the question, Sarah?

Laughter again.

-\ Stand up, Sarah, and finally give us an answer.

") Why does he (do this? Is it really (that important?"

Five or six of Sarah's classmates rose up in the class and decided to show off and at the same time add to their pleasure by making Sarah look even worse.

-“No, sir,” Sarah whispered, (settling back down at her desk.

-\What did you (say, Sarah? \(-the teacher barked.

“I (said: no, sir, I don’t know the answer to the question,” Sarah said) a little) louder. But Mr. Jorgensen isn't done with her yet.

-\A) do you know the question itself, Sarah?

Her (cheeks flushed with shame. She didn't) have the slightest idea what the question was all about. She was immersed in her own thoughts, completely lost in her inner world.

-\ Sarah, )can I give you some advice?

She didn't look up, knowing that Mr. Jorgensen didn't need her permission.

-\ I advise )you, young lady, to spend more ) time ) thinking about those important issues (that are discussed in (class, and ) less \- looking out of (the window and indulging in )))) pointless, unnecessary daydreams. Try to put something into your empty head.

Again )laughter in (class.

“Will this ((lesson) ever (end?”

And then (finally the bell rang

Sarah )walked )slowly home, following the ((red (shoes sinking into )white snow. She was grateful for the snowfall. Thankful for the silence. Thankful for )the opportunity to retreat into )))her own mind for )the )two mile (walk )home .

She noticed that the water under the Mainstreet Bridge was almost completely covered with ice and thought about trying to go down the bank and see how thick the ice was, but decided to put it off for another day. She saw (like )water flowing like ice, and smiled, trying to imagine ((how many faces the (river) had reflected over )many years. This )bridge across the (river) was Sarah's))()favorite part of the road )home. Something interesting always happened here.

Having already crossed )the bridge, Sarah looked at the road for the first time since ((as she left the (school yard) and felt (a slight (pang of sadness) because there were only two (blocks) left before her (walk in silence and solitude) was completed. She )slowed down to stretch out the newly found (peace, a ))then returned a little to )look at )the bridge again.

-\ Well, \-she sighed quietly, going out onto the gravel (path, (which led (kee) to the house. She stopped on the (steps) to knock down a large ((piece of ice: first she loosened it ((sock), and then shoved it into a snowdrift . )Then Temona took off her )wet (shoes and entered )the house

“I wish I could be (a) hermit \(-she concluded, walking through the living room into (the kitchen. \()-A calm )()happy hermit (who) thinks, talks or does not talk, and )chooses what to do with ))) in due time Yes!”

Chapter 3
The only thing Sarah understood, lying in front of )()(((() her school locker on ) the dirty floor, was that her (elbow) really, really hurt.

A fall always causes (a shock. It happens (so quickly.) Now you are in () a vertical position and move quickly, quickly, full of) the intention (to be at your desk, (when the bell rings (the bell \- but now you are already lying on your back, unable to move. )stunned and with )()an aching elbow A )the worst thing is to fall here (so (at school, where everyone can see you.

Sarah )looked at the )sea of ​​gloating faces, (who )smirked, (giggled or )laughed out loud. “When this happens to them, they don’t behave like that.”

When they realized that nothing more interesting was in sight, \-no broken (bones and (bloody wounds, no (convulsions of a suffering victim, \-the crowd dispersed, and )vile ((Sarah's classmates forgot about her as they went to (lesson)

A hand reached out to Sarah; they picked her up, sitting her down, and a girlish voice asked:

-\Are you okay? Do you want to get up?

“No,” thought Sarah. "I want to disappear." But, ((since it was )unlikely, and the crowd had already ((practically dispersed, Sarah smiled faintly, and Ellen )helped her to her feet.

Sarah had never spoken to Ellen before, but she had seen her in the school corridors. Ellen was two years older, and had only been at this school for a year.

Sarah knew almost nothing about Ellen, but there was nothing unusual about this. The older guys (never communicated with)) the younger ones. Some kind of unwritten rules prohibited this. But Ellen always smiled easily, and although she seemed to have few friends and spent most of her time by herself, she looked completely happy. Maybe that's )that's why Sarah paid )attention to her. Sarah was also a loner. She liked it.

-\(This floor is always ((slippery, (when it’s damp outside, \(said Ellen. \-It’s surprising that so few people fall here).

Still somewhat dazed and (confused to the point of) mute, Sarah didn't (take in Ellen's words, but something about them made her feel )much better.

Sarah ((somewhat alarmed by the fact that she was (so influenced by another (person). She (rarely gave greater preference)) to other people's words)) than to the quiet refuge of her own) thoughts. It felt strange.

-\Thank you, \) Sarah muttered, trying to shake off the dirt from her (stained (skirt.

-"I think when it dries it won't look that bad," Ellen said.

And again, it wasn’t )that )exactly (Ellen said. Ordinary words, ((the kind you hear (every day), but there was something else in them. Something in )that ((how she said them.

-“Oh, nothing,” she replied. \)-We'd better hurry up, otherwise we'll be late

Sitting down in )the seat \(-her elbow hurt, her clothes were dirty, (the laces were untied, and (thin brown hair hung over her eyes, \-Sarah felt better at her desk, )(than ever. Illogical, but true.

(The walk from (school) home that day was also unusual. )Instead of being lost in her own )thoughts, not paying )attention to anything ()except the (narrow (path) in the snow, Sarah was cheerful and lively. She wanted sing. (Takona did. Humming (a)familiar melody, she joyfully walked along the (path, looking at other people walking through (the town.

Walking )) past the only restaurant in the whole city, Sarah ) wondered: should she have a snack after (school. Often (glazed donuts, or (rozhoks))ice cream or (a bag of (potato chips) are great (distract her from a long) tiring day spent at (school.

“I haven’t spent anything from () my pocket money this week yet,” thought Sarah, standing in ) reflection in front of ) a small cafe. But in the end, she decided not to (buy) anything, remembering the words (which she constantly repeated) )mom: “Don’t spoil your appetite.”

Sarah (never) understood what this meant because she was always ready to eat what was offered to her if the food (tasted. And (only if the food looked (tasty or especially if it (smelled) bad, Sarah found (excuses, so as not to eat it or, at least, eat a little. “In my opinion, in () such a case, the one (who cooked) spoils my appetite.” Sarah grinned, walking ) home again. Today she really didn't need anything - everything was fine in her world.

Chapter 4
Sarah stopped on the Mainstreet Bridge to look down at the ice to see if it was thick enough to walk on. She ) noticed ((several birds, (which stood on the ice, and quite (large dog tracks on () covering the snow, but ) doubted ) that the ice would support her weight; and she was also wearing a heavy coat, (shoes and) massive )(bag with () books. “It’s better to wait,” Sarah decided, looking at the frozen (river.

(So ​​(leaning over) the ice leaning on the rusty railings, (which, in ) Sarah's opinion, were placed here (solely for her pleasure, she felt )wonderful for the first time in a long ) time and )so she decided to linger and admire (the river. It was )her )favorite )place in the )world. Throwing the bag at her feet, she leaned even harder on the railing.

Resting and enjoying )the view, Sarah with (smile) recalled the day (when the ordinary old railings turned into ideal ones for leaning on: on that day a wagon with )hay crashed into them because its owner, )Mr. , hit the )) brakes on ) (the wet icy road, so as not to hit Harvey, (the dachshund) Mrs. Peterson. ) Then everyone in the city )) for months (only talked about ) ((how lucky he is that he has )) his van not ) thundered) right into the (river. Sarah) all the time I was surprised by ((how people “inflate” events bigger and more terrible, )than it was in ))actually. If Mr. Jackson's van had thundered into the river, then it would have been a completely different matter. This would justify the fuss that was created about him. Or if he crashed into the river and drowned - then the reason for talking would be even more weighty. But he didn’t fall into the river.

((As far as Sarah understood, there was no harm done at all in that situation. The van was not damaged. Mr. (Jackson) was not injured. Harvey was scared and ((stayed )home for a few days, but nothing serious happened to )him. ")People like to worry." \(-Sarah concluded. But she was delighted (when she found a new) place where) she could ((lean) on the railing. Large thick steel rods now arched, hanging over the water. (Wonderful) place, ((as if specially made for Sarah .

(Bent over the water and looking down, Sarah saw the trunk of a fallen tree stretching over the river, and this also made her smile. It appeared after another “accident”, (which turned out to be very (by the way) for her.

One of the large trees growing along the shore was badly damaged during a thunderstorm. )So the )farmer who owned the )land gathered ((several volunteers around town, and they cut all the (branches) off the tree, intending to cut it down. Sarah didn't )understand why it was causing (so much )noise and excitement. Just an old tree .

Her father wouldn't let her get close enough to hear what they were saying, but Sarah heard someone mention that they were worried that the wires were too close. (However after that the saws roared again, and nothing more was heard; (so Sarah stood on the sidelines, ((like almost all the inhabitants of the city, watching)) the grandiose event

Suddenly the saws) fell silent, and in the silence (someone ((shouted: “Oh no!” Sarah) remembered, ((((() closed her eyes and (covered her ears. (As if the whole city shook, (when a large tree fell, but (when Sarah) (opened her eyes, then squealed with delight as soon as she saw the new (beautiful) bridge made of logs, connecting (paths along)) (both banks of the river.

Having settled in ))()(her metal nest, )right above the water, Sarah (took a deep breath, wanting to absorb the delightful river air. It acted (hypnotically. )Aromas, constant )uniform (sounds. “I love (river,” \) - Sarah thought, still (also looking at the old log, (crossing the water downstream.
Sarah liked to walk across the log with her (arms outstretched for balance and moving (()as quickly as possible. She (was never afraid, but always )remembered that )the slightest wrong step \-and she (would end up in the (river. And (every time) While crossing the log, she mentally heard the alarming, uncomfortable words of her mother: “Sarah, stay away from (the river! You) might drown!”

But Sarah didn't pay much attention to these words, at least not now, because she knew something that her mother didn't know. Sarah knew she couldn't drown.

Relaxing and feeling unity with )))the whole world, Sarah lay in )(her nest and )remembered what happened on )))this very log ))the summer before last It was getting dark, and Sarah had already done all the things, )so she went ((crack. (For some )time she sat in )() a metal nest, and ) then went down the (path (to the log. (The river, swollen from melted snow, rose higher than usual, and the water rushed over the log. Sarah decided for a long time whether to cross) it. But ) then obeying) Due to a strange (whim that) caused (a) surge of enthusiasm, she decided to walk along the )unreliable )bridge made of logs. Having reached almost the middle, she stopped and turned (sideways) to face downstream, (swaying back and forth to maintain her balance and gather her) spirit And then, (out of) come, the mangy (Pittsfield mongrel, Fuzzy) appeared: ((galloped across the bridge and joyfully greeted Sarah, jumping on her with such force that Sarah fell into the fast-moving river.

“Well,” thought Sarah. \())-As my mother warned me, I’m going to drown!” But everything happened () too quickly for her to have time to seriously think about )) it. )Because Sarah, )swimming swiftly downstream on her back, looking up, discovered that this was )the most (exciting and (beautiful) journey and (surrounded by )the most )wonderful landscapes (she had (ever) seen.

She walked along these banks hundreds of times, but from (this (point of view) they looked) completely different. (Moving softly on a comfortable water (cushion), she saw above her the blue sky, )framed) by trees of ideal )shape, then )dense, then ( )rare, then )thick, then ()thin. ((So many different amazing shades of green!

Sarah did not notice that the water was very cold: on the contrary, it seemed to her that she was flying on a magic carpet smoothly, evenly and safely.

Suddenly it became ((as if) darker. When Sarah swam under the thick (crowns of trees growing along the shore, she ((almost) could no longer see the sky.

-\ (What (beautiful trees! \(-said Sarah out loud. She ((never went ((so far downstream). The trees were )lush and ()beautiful, and ((several branches (descended) to the water itself.

A )then a long, friendly, reliable (branch ((as if stretched) straight ((crack to) help Sarah get out.

-\ Thank you, tree. \(-Sarah said politely, getting out of (the river. \-That was very) nice of you.

She stood on the bank of the (river, )stunned, but in )high spirits, and tried to collect ))her thoughts.

"Wow!" \) - Sarah muttered, seeing the Petersons' big (red barn. She could hardly believe )) her eyes. Although it seemed to her that only a couple of ) minutes had passed, she swam five ) miles through ) pastures ( ) plots But the long way ) home was absolutely she was not upset. Full of enthusiasm and joy of life, Sarah (jumped off on her way.

)At home, hastily getting out of the dirty )wet clothes, she put them in the washing )machine and climbed into the warm bath. “)There’s no need to give mom extra reasons to worry,\) she thought. \(-Takona (will only worry once again."

(While )all kinds of river ()insects, leaves and dirt )were washed out of her hair, Sarah lay in the warm water, smiling and knowing for sure that her ))mother was wrong. She (will never drown.

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