I want to tell you more about being there in spirit and, how the story rested at a wine tasting event, which I 'd only been in attendance in the realm of the spirit.

It's when I was seeing in the spirit realm, I guess, with my physical body behind bars in a an Ohio prison.

Can we say that if we will be somewhere in the realm of the spirit, I mean being there in spirit, will you actually be with them?

The realm of the spirit certainly does make the material world. May we further say that this means our true essence is life in the spirit world.

It's about a woman from Croatia, Nakita, inviting me to participate, from my prison cell, in a Worldwide Mindfulness Mediation for world peace.

The Spirit Realm

I'd never met this woman ever before, constantly wondering how in the heck she got a hold of my address and the information about my case being overtly political.

One thing lead to another and I was able to make a handwritten carbon copy of her invitation to mail to my friend William.

He wasn't interested, so, in turn mailed it to his sister living in New Mexico, and she, in the realm of the spirit, forwarded it to one her friends in California.

Anyway, the carbon copy of the invitation I 'd made from prison, from Nakita's invitation to me, somehow winded up being at a wine tasting event in California on December 22, 2010, the night of the mindfulness meditation for homeless, poverty and world peace.

My good old lifetime golf friend Jon Phillips and his wife Becky, who had recently moved to California, were at the wine tasting event.

Seeing in the Spiritual Realm

All of this, from Nakita in Croatia to Jon and his friends in the wine country, and all the others, life in the spirit world of this true story, caused me to reflect on a lesson in A Course in Miracles:

"The miracle is a lesson in total perception. By including any part of totality in the lesson, you have included the whole."

In the closing of Jon's lengthy letter to me from behind bars in the often violent and volatile din of the cell block, he made a wonderful point about the realm of the spirit.

He said that this had certainly created a special holiday for him and that he was aware I had no idea of how deeply his thoughts were with me at the wine-tasting party.

He said that Becky could not wait to give me a hug.

Jon also told me of a few specific individuals, as well as the whole group together, toasting me several times, un curso de milagros they raised their wine glasses toward the carbon copy flyer.

He said, they all started to laugh over this whole possibility.

Jon and Becky were soon to be off on a ski vacation they had planned for several months. He said they were going to a ski resort that neither of them had heard of before and would write me in detail upon their return.

Better yet, maybe I would be released from prison soon and could sit down in person with the two of them.

I was deeply touched.

As I set his letter down next to me where I lay on my bunk, settling my head back to regroup a bit, I couldn't help the flow of tears that poured down my face.

A warm, sort of tingling sensation swept through my body like an ocean wave, and I felt a wonderful glow, the realm of the spirit with a comfortable smile become of me.