Wicked Wednesday and Romance Author Sharon Buchbinder!

Welcome Sharon!

Welcome Sharon!

Sharon Buchbinder is a wonderful friend and a great writer.  And we’re both nurses except she’s got her PhD.  Dang her!

I’m happy to announce her new release:  Obsession.

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Near Death Experiences (NDEs)

When I first started writing Obsession, I wanted to accurately describe my heroine’s near death experience (NDE) during childbirth. In college, I was fascinated (some say obsessed) with NDEs. I read Raymond A. Moody, Jr’s books on the topic, as well as Kenneth Ring’s research and the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

As I reached out to others in the romance community about this topic, I made the acquaintance of a wonderful woman, Julia Barrett. We corresponded and became friends. Over time, I realized my fascination with NDEs was because I had had an NDE, too. However, I had never labeled it an NDE because I didn’t see a light or an angel. In communicating with Julia, I realized that NDEs have some core characteristics in common. However, each one is different. Julia met an angel, or as she called him, a companion. I never met anyone—except the police officer who brought me back to life.

I was fifteen. I was in our basement and reached behind the clothes dryer to pull something up—and completed a short circuit. Numb, unable to speak, seizing violently, the world became a black tunnel, then a sucking vortex that swept me away. No one leading me to the light. No companions. No angelic chorus. Just blackness. And a great sense of peace. Pain-free, I was okay with wherever I was. That didn’t last long.

I came to with a police officer, for whom I was supposed to babysit that evening, pounding on my chest, giving me CPR, dragging me back to this world, my entire body shaking, a stinging burn on my arm from the electricity (I still have the scar). Worst of all, my mother was going to be really, really pissed at me. I remember telling the police officer I was ready to babysit for him. I was that anxious to get away from my mother’s wrath. He kept shaking his head, in disbelief, saying, “No, you’re not. You’re going to the hospital.”

In Obsession, the heroine, Angie, struggles with believing she had a near death experience, as I did. Her intellect tells her there is no such thing as dying and coming back, no dark tunnels, no angels, and that the hormones of pregnancy and childbirth created a neurochemical stew that scrambled her brain. No plot spoilers here, however, I do have a question for readers? Do you believe in NDEs? If yes, have you had one? What occurred to convince you that it was real?

I will select one lucky commenter to receive one e-copy of his or her choice of books from my back list (available to US and International readers).

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OBSESSION

A desperate mother.

A Mexican druglord.

A dangerous match.

A year after a barbaric childbirth, complete with a near-death experience and an encounter with her guardian angel, Angie Edmonds is just happy she and her son, Jake, are alive. She’s finally in a good place: clean, sober, and employed as a defense attorney. But at the end of a long work day, she finds herself in a parent’s worst nightmare: Jake has been kidnapped and taken across the Mexican border by a cult leader who believes the child is the “Chosen One.”

Stymied by the US and Mexican legal systems, Angie is forced to ask the head of a Mexican crime syndicate for help. Much to her chagrin, she must work with Alejandro Torres, a dangerously attractive criminal and the drug lord’s right-hand man. Little does she know Alejandro is an undercover federal agent, equally terrified of blowing his cover—and falling in love with her.

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Buy Link for Obsession http://www.amazon.com/Obsession-ebook/dp/B00CGOGT12/

Obsession Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1kujUWoGbk

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Author Bio and Links

After working in health care delivery for years, Sharon Buchbinder became an association executive, a health care researcher, and an academic in higher education. She had it all–a terrific, supportive husband, an amazing son and a wonderful job. But that itch to write (some call it an obsession) kept beckoning her to “come on back” to writing fiction. When not attempting to make students, colleagues, and babies laugh, she can be found herding cats, waiting on a large gray dog, fishing, dining with good friends, or writing. You can find her at www.sharonbuchbinder.com

 

Paranormal Romance Guild Winner Best Mystery/Thriller, 2012

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Where Sharon Buchbinder can be found on the Internet

Website/Blog http://sharonbuchbinder.com/blog/

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001IODIE2

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4417344.Sharon_Buchbinder

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/sharon.buchbinder.romanceauthor

Twitter @sbuchbinder https://twitter.com/sbuchbinder

(Note from Julia… This book looks so good!  It’s on my read as soon as possible list!)

 

If anybody says dogs don’t go to heaven…

Once upon a time I read a book written by a woman who claimed to have died (unwitnessed) and gone to heaven.  I was willing to suspend disbelief until she stated the following~ only True Christians go to heaven.

My Christian friends will have to forgive me, but when I read those words I knew she was full of shit.

Anyone who has had an NDE, a Near Death Experience, will tell you heaven is not exclusive.

I’m Jewish, among other things.

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I was part of a study about NDEs in children and adolescents.  I was asked a question, a silly question, which made no sense to me at the time.

The grad student doing the interview asked, “Do you wear a watch?”

I said, “No.”

She asked, “Why not?”

I said, “Because they just stop working.  They break after a few weeks.”

She asked, “What do you mean, they break?”

I said, “Well, they quit working. I went through nursing school without a watch because they kept breaking.  When I graduated from nursing school my aunt gave me a really nice Swiss watch.  Within six weeks it stopped working.  I took it in to be fixed twice, but the watchmaker couldn’t find anything wrong with it, so…”

She asked, “Did you buy another watch?”

I said, “I bought a couple of cheap watches, they broke too.  I’m a nurse, but I don’t wear a watch.  I depend upon wall clocks when I take vital signs.”

I learned later that people who have experienced NDEs all say the same thing~ They don’t wear watches.  Watches break or just stop working.

Weird, huh.  As far as the significance goes, your guess is as good as mine.

So yes, NDEs… I remember everything that happened when I was dead.

I remember when I was dead everything made sense– but if you ask me ‘what’ made sense I couldn’t tell you.  Maybe it was like this– I had no more questions.

I remember what I was told before I came back.

Yes, I left my body.  I watched everything happening below me.  I didn’t care about my body, it was nothing more than an empty shell.  I cared about my sisters.  I was sorry they had to see me die.

I was pulled away by ‘someone’.  He didn’t identify himself but he was very familiar to me.  We surfed on a wave of light and I remember reaching the speed of light and crossing over.  Before we reached the speed of light, I could still differentiate ‘things’.  Once we crossed over a threshold, all things became one thing and nothing at the same time.

I saw God~ I’ll describe Him tomorrow if you really want a description.  I saw what I suspect is His other aspect, like two sides of the same coin.  I saw heaven.  I saw what I can only describe as hell.

My companion stayed with me the entire time.

I didn’t want to come back here.  I begged to be allowed to stay, but I wasn’t dead enough.  And so I was sucked back into my body– which was the only time I experienced fear.  Claustrophobia would be a more apt term for what I felt.

I was sucked back in and smacked against the inside of my skull.  Panic stricken, I struggled inside my body. The man with me smoothed me into my limbs.  He sort of melded me into myself.

And then I felt pain.

There’s a baseball player whose father had an experience almost identical to mine.  Can’t remember any names, but when I read his account I recognized it as truth.

All right, that’s enough for now.  I am still super tired and have re-writes staring at me.

Be well.  Julia

P.S.  Thanks to the men and women in our Armed Forces and our Veterans everywhere.

 

 

 

 

What it all boils down to…

is the people you love.  And maybe the people who love you.

I have kind of a funny view of life.  I sort of subscribe to the “I am the dreamer dreaming the dream” or “I am the dream of the dreamer dreaming the dream” philosophy.

I believe in living life to its fullest, cherishing life and those people I love.  I believe in living life as though it is the ultimate reality even though I’m aware it’s not.

The thing is this – you make the journey to heaven, or enlightenment, if you prefer, and then you came back and live your life.  You raise your kids, you argue with your husband, you shop for groceries, you laugh at The Big Bang Theory, you shiver at The Terminator, you have a little sex, you walk your dog.

Enlightenment is not over there somewhere.  There is no use seeking Nirvana or heaven because in the seeking heaven (enlightenment) will elude you.  It is in us, it surrounds us every single moment of every single day.

I believe in God and I believe without question one should treat others as one wishes to be treated.  In other words, as Rabbi Hillel said several generations before Jesus – What is abhorrent to you do not do to others.

Here’s how I see it… God is immutable.  He can’t change and grow and learn except through us.  We are God experiencing Himself.  It’s pretty cool when you think about it.  Remember that old ad~ Let your fingers do the walking through the Yellow Pages?  That’s us.  We are God putting on a glove (skin) and walking through life.

Life is the good, the bad and the ugly.  It’s why I choose to be good.  I don’t demand perfection, but I don’t want to live with the ramifications of bad and ugly because I’ve seen them with my own eyes.  And yeah, hell is what you make of it.

I died at the age of sixteen in an accident.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about it.  And then I’ll get back to discussing inanities, because seriously you have to have a sense of humor about all this shit.

P.S.  God loves baseball.  I swear He does.

Life After Life…

is a book by Raymond Moody.  I met him at a reading years ago and he signed a copy for me.

On Monday, author Kim Roberts wrote the most interesting post on her experiences with the dead.  Here’s an excerpt:  “I will say, I never felt anything from a body. When a person dies, I firmly believe the soul leaves it. Like a butterfly leaving a cocoon, it soars around the room, a little disoriented, maybe a little frightened of its new form or tired from the transformation and needing to rest. It’s like there is a time period, when the soul isn’t quite ready to leave, that a presence can be felt by those who are in-tune with its feelings. If I was busy–I didn’t feel anything. If I was bored—I got the message, but it wasn’t loud or clear.” Pretty close, Kim.

I left a few comments on Kim’s post because I find the topic intriguing.  In fact, life after death sort of colors everything I do, every decision I make.  I guess I dropped hints – I wasn’t trying to be coy, but I’ve learned that some people are offended by and/or dismissive of my experience so I don’t often discuss it.  I will say dying was the most real thing I’ve ever done, aside from having my kids.

When I was sixteen years old, I was killed in an awful horseback riding accident.  As I tell people when they ask, I didn’t stay dead, I was forced to return.  I did learn the following -

When you’re dead, everything makes sense, you have no more questions – we are no longer troubled by all the nagging existential questions we wrestle with every single day of our existence.  But when you come back to life, all you remember is that when you were dead, everything made sense, everything became clear – you just can’t remember what.

Religion doesn’t matter, it’s what you do that matters.  How do you treat your fellow man?  As the ghost, Jacob Marley, says in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, I wear the chains I forged in life.  The bad we do comes with us, along with the good.  If you did something to hurt someone, you feel it as they felt it.  You feel their hurt, their embarrassment, their pain – both physical and emotional.  What you do to your fellows in life, you will experience for yourself in death.

Our only real possession is love.  God is love, embodied.

We do have bodies, although I can’t describe what they’re made of.  The essential you-ness remains after death.

Our human bodies are beautiful machines built to house the soul.  Once we leave them behind, they no longer matter.

The colors of earth, even on the most beautiful day, are pale reflections of the colors in heaven.

Enlightenment is seeing heaven and coming back to earth to live your life.  Don’t take any crap, but be a good person.  Do the best you can.

I learned some other stuff, but I think the post is long enough.  :)