Here is the Introduction to the book in its entirety:
My sweet mother was born on August 24, 1920, two days before the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution was ratified giving women the right to vote. She passed away on February 28, 2009, at the age of 88. Her name was Mercedes Francis Mertes Nooney, but she was known as Perry, a nickname given to her by her father Ed because she was fond of the
comic strip created by Martin Branner called Winnie Winkle. In this comic strip in the 1920’s, Winnie had to support her parents and adopted brother Perry, who was from the backstreets and who got into lots of trouble visiting his old gang the Rinkydinks. Apparently, my mother liked the character of Perry or perhaps Ed somehow identified my mother with this character. The story I heard was that after two daughters,... Pat and LaVern, Ed really wanted a boy, and so when my mother came along, he was happy when she turned out to be a bit of a tomboy. Unconventional Winnie (single career woman after World War I) and troublemaker Perry Winkle aside, my mother turned out to be conventional in just about every way I can imagine. She was a devout Catholic, and extremely dedicated to her husband Bob and my sisters and me. She gave of herself every day and was always there for me. I never doubted that I was loved, and loved unconditionally. I doubt if I have ever had another lifetime with such a powerfully loving mother. This book is a chronicle of a journey I made with my mother. The journey began two weeks prior to her death, and continued for slightly more than a week after she passed away. This book is divided into four sections or doors, each describing a particular region of the after-life. My mother went through the first door when she made a commitment to leaving the body. The second door is the door of physical death, which takes a soul into the Near Earth realms, a complex and multi-dimensional area with great potential as well as some danger. The third door opens into a beautiful arena called the Crystalline Realms, and the fourth door leads to the Bridge of Flowers, where a soul has the potential to cross over into the angelic realms and re-connect with his or her original angelic family. The Dreamwalker Guide goes through a beautiful, yet revealing and sometimes-grueling, process. One is uncovered, stripped, left vulnerable with no place to hide. There are no secrets in the Near Earth Realms for those who are alert enough to perceive. The Guide must in fact open up fully in order to do the work, and there is an understanding that all is revealed whether one wishes it or not. If an entity is capable of perceiving you, then that entity sees you entirely. One cannot hide from those who are capable of seeing. As Jeshua (Jesus of Nazareth) is reported to have said, “Let those who have ears to hear, let them hear.”
The Dreamwalker Guide is not there to teach, counsel, process, or help the one who has died. The Guide has no agenda except to stay on the path. The Dreamwalker Guide never imposes any beliefs or perspectives on the person who has passed over. However, in the writing of this account I will be revealing a very sacred and personal experience, both of my own and of my dear mother. My descriptions and the illustrations in this book reflect my experiences and my interpretations of those experiences. Those interpretations are powerfully informed by my beliefs, such as reincarnation. There are many other beliefs that are conveyed throughout the pages of this book, some directly stated, others implied in the way I describe, perceive, or understand events. Such revelations take me outside the role of the Dreamwalker Guide, and consequently, give me pause. However, I know I must proceed as honestly and openly as possible, and I see no other way to tell the tale. It is further likely that my account will contradict deeply held beliefs of some readers, who may be offended. Instead, I invite such a reader to set the book aside and think no more about it, or, if so inclined, hand it over to a more unconventional friend or family member. One of the things I keep learning is that freedom is a glorious and terrible thing. When I experience a newly disembodied being like my mother and watch her become acutely aware of her freedom, my spirit is uplifted and my commitment to embrace my own freedom while embodied is greatly enhanced. It is in the spirit of that freedom that I choose to publish this account. It is my genuine hope that those who choose to read this book might catch a whiff of my mother’s newly discovered freedom, and through this process begin to understand how powerful and absolute is their own.
