I’m not that kind of girl…

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“Powerful and unforgettable” JackMagnus, 5 Star Readers’ Favorite

This is a book every human alive should read and take away the lessons given. If I could give it ten stars, I would. It’s that good.”J. Sikes
excerpt from LOVE The Beat Goes On:



Event One: My Cowboy

I’ll always remember his faded tan cowboy boots — scuffed, old, comfy — and the sky blue denim shirt stretched taut across powerful broad shoulders — my cowboy, as I refer to him. And I’ll definitely never forget that lustful smile on his lips when I answered his knock on my hotel room door.

I was naked… sort of.

I’m not usually that kind of girl… except the times when I am. And that was one of those times. I stood just inside the door to a room with a luxurious king-sized bed, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass, on the twenty-eighth floor of the Sheraton Wall Center, and was wrapped in a gauzy pink beach wrap. A girl has to meet a dare, right?

“So even though you’re cheating with that pink sheer wrap, I’m impressed.” Standing six feet and a few inches, Dr. Evil flashed that silly, young, boyish smile and kissed me softly on my lips.

I brushed stray strands of the softest, dusty-brown hair out of his sexy, grey eyes and laughed, proud of my sophisticated nakedness and ready for wherever the evening would take us.

It may be difficult for you to align your thoughts that a spiritual woman and a “meet me at the door naked” first-date type of girl can exist within one person. But that’s who I am. By now, you may have deduced that there is nothing traditional about me. I don’t believe in picket fences, and for some reason, have always been allergic to wedding bands. It’s not that I don’t want to be married. Not at all. I love the idea. I just can’t seem to figure out how to make the happily-ever-after part of it work.

But then, as I write these words, one of the secrets of my healing stares right back at me — How could you love another, Lynda, when you’ve never really felt you, yourself, was worthy of love?

Definitely a bad affirmation, but at that time in my life, I still had a lot of self-love issues that needed my attention.

It was December 21, 2007, just four days before Christmas, and in front of me stood my dream man. I had visualized him in my mind and had written down my wish list of attributes — age appropriate, successful nerd (he even looks like Bill Gates), living in Seattle (only because that’s the home of Starbucks & Amazon), handsome, fun, and single.

His seventeen-year-old daughter and her girlfriends were the ones who’d prepared his online profile — without a photo — on the dating site where I’d stumbled across him. Yes, he’d known about it, sanctioned it even, but they’d had to do the work. They’d tirelessly sifted through numerous responding women, and I was one of their top choices.

After many hours getting to know each other on Skype and Yahoo, as much as two people can know each other who’ve never actually met, there he and I finally were, meeting in person.

As I previously mentioned, our online-relationship began while I was still living in Mexico and I was supposed to stop in Seattle so we could finally meet in person. But I’d gotten lost and stood him up. However, I was forgiven and have been ridiculously infatuated ever since I looked into his mischievous, gentle, grey eyes.

There was also sadness within those eyes. Throughout our first evening, I learned about the woman he’d loved, who had died a few years before from Multiple Sclerosis. With all my man’s scientific brilliance, he cursed himself because he hadn’t been able to find the answers to save her.

As our night unfolded, and well into the next day, we shared our pain and our hopes, and continued to build a strong bond. I knew from the first time we chatted online we had something special. And now that we were physically together, I only wanted to hold him and take away his pain.

This would turn out to be a major event in my life. Our time together was magical.

But life has a way…



© LOVE The Beat Goes On



Do you know your Spirit Animal?

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Mine came to me in the form of a dozen or more Sand Hawks swirling twenty feet or so above my head.

Sand Hawks make their home along Mexico’s West Coast in the Puerto Vallarta region where I live. I never noticed them until a friend of mine passed away in November of 2011. I live a rich spiritual/metaphysical/healing life and have worked with Shamans to cure the incurable. But I’d never really thought about totem animals until a visit to Sedona in 2008. After that I was more aware of their presence and messages but once back in Mexico in 2009, I hadn’t been adopted by the various totems that inhabit my area–at least none had made their presence known until that morning in 2011.

At first, I was shaken. These sand hawks could have around 4-5 feet wingspan. Imagine twenty or so swirling up above me as I walked to my car in the lot behind my condo. I have my own theory on why they came into my world at that precise moment. First of all, my friend was a warrior, a Navy SEAL. He didn’t die in the line of duty–I don’t think but I can’t say for sure because he was in another country. I believe he sent them to me to let me know that he was guarding my life, from another world. At least that’s my interpretation.

They visited me often for months. And then they would disappear soaring somewhere else around the Bay of Banderas. I noticed in the last several months, they’ve been missing. This morning they came back.

Hawk spirit animals invite us to be focused in our daily undertakings. When you feel the presence of the hawk totem, avoid distractions and focus on the task at hand.

At the same time, hawks can soar and fly high in the sky. This animal has the power to provide support in gaining a higher level perspective on any issue or project you undertake. When the hawk appears in your life, it’s perhaps time to be less distracted by the details and focus on the higher perspective. Relying on the hawk power, you can see what’s ahead clearly and defy any obstacles that may be on your way. A specific way the hawk guidance works is to use a high level and yet clear and focused vision to guide your action.

Hawks symbolize the power of observation. This spirit animal’s guidance may also indicate that you have the opportunity to study a situation before taking action. Observe the situation and then act when the time is right.

The hawk spirit animal is associated with the power of vision. If you have the hawk as a totem, you have or are developing the ability to see clearly and have strong visions. Perhaps, you even use clairvoyant skills to support your goals in life and communication with others.

In numerous traditions, the hawk has a strong relationship with the world of the gods. Some of this symbolism has persisted in modern mythology and beliefs. In Ancient Egypt, the belief was that a hawk-headed spirit called “ba” would fly off a mummy to come back among the living as a hawk or swallow. The hawk symbolized a part of the soul that would be freed up after death and come back to the world of the living in the shape of a bird. It was also the animal of choice for the god Horus, god of the sky, who was represented with a hieroglyph depicting a falcon or hawk.

Welcome back, my friend. I’ve missed you.




reference: http://www.spiritanimal.info/hawk-spirit-animal/


Have you ever had a mystical experience? Q



I’ve had three that come to mind right now.

In 2008 I was diagnosed with a very serious heart condition. After months of medication, tests, and consultations, the doctor basically told me that I was incurable. I was told to get my affairs in order.

I lived in Whistler, BC at the time and decided that I would take my healing into my own hands. I’ve written about this in LOVE The Beat Goes On but basically I got on an airplane, and flew to Arizona with the intention of finding a Shaman in Sedona who would work with me.

I was very sick, and ended up in the emergency of a heart hospital for 4 days! I got up from that hospital, and instead of flying back to Canada I drove myself to Sedona. I refused to give up.

I worked with the healer up on Airport Vortex for three hours; and felt an immediate change in my physical state. A couple of days later I was reading at one of the vortexes—you can read about Sedona to understand the healing power of this place—and I turned to my right to see a wolf by my side. I was so shocked. I looked back again, and he was gone. In the wide-open space where I sat, his disappearance would have been impossible. But I know what I saw.

My second situation was in 2011. I had a very close friend who died in Africa. I was so incredibly sad I can’t even describe my heart ache. I live in Mexico. I went down from my condo to my vehicle and as I went to get into my car I must have had 20 Sand Hawks swirling around me maybe 10–20 feet above my head. It was frightening at the time, but I knew it had to be symbolic. Sand Hawks do not normally fly that low. They fly high, soar, live near the ocean and usually there will be 3 or 4 hawks at a time.

Why was that so symbolic? First I had to look up Totem Animals on the internet because I ’d never “noticed” them before. Second, they are “hawks.” My friend was a recently retired Navy SEAL. A warrior. My warrior had sent me Sand Hawks to let me know that he would always be around to protect me.

My hawks have recently disappeared. So from 2011 until 2017 they were always around me. They would swirl low if something important were happening in my life. Or drop in to say hi swooping over my balcony. This year, a Raven who visits on my patio, from time to time, replaced them. And by the way in 2015 I named a key figure in my books Luke Raven. He is fictional…sort of…and thus the Raven has landed on my balcony. And that’s a whole other story.

And the last incident was a delightful experience I had after the very famous Dr. Wayne Dyer died. He came to visit me in my dream state and I heard his voice ask me: “Are you ready yet?” I sat up in bed and laughed out loud. How did I incorporate that in my life? He was referring to my story of healing from incurable. Was I ready yet to share my story with the world? And I answered yes! In 2017 I published that book, LOVE The Beat Goes On.

I’m a huge believer in all things mystical. I analyze dreams and am always open to receive the messages that the Universe supplies. I’ve used many instances in my life to guide me and my life has been much richer for these beliefs.



I Never Saw That Coming!

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Last night started out like any other evening. I’m reading a great thriller book by an author I admire James N. Miller, No Pit So Deep: The Cody Musket Story Book 2. And I settled in to get lost in the story.

I received a text around 9 pm from my editor. I’m a fiction author. I write what I read—until I decided it was time to write my story. She’d sent my manuscript back for second edits. But first, let me give you some background.

In the summer of 2015, I was in a deep dream state and woke abruptly. A loud voice called to me: “Are you ready yet?” The sun was streaming in my window and I was laughing out loud. Dr. Wayne Dyer had died that week. He was on my mind and in my heart. I’d know his voice anywhere.

If you follow the New Thought Movement you will recognize Dr. Dyer’s name. I started reading his books and watching his You Tube videos many years ago; before we knew what new thought was. My sis and I were in Ottawa enjoying a Psychic/New Age weekend when I came upon Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life. Hay House published Dr. Dyer’s books. Of course I bought it and lugged it around for at least twenty years until it was available on Kindle. It became a cornerstone in my spirituality as did Dr. Dyers works. From there, Reiki, Tarot, Visualization, Dream Analysis, and A Course in Miracles—these practices, and books related to them, became pivotal in my life.

So in 2008 when I was diagnosed with Idiopathic Dilated Cardiomyopathy I turned to the things that helped me evolve into the woman I am today. I’d built up a very low tolerance for negativity and acceptance of things that hurt and diminished me. I’ve got three divorces that will attest to that! And after several months of zero improvement to my heart, my cardiologist suggested I “get my affairs in order.” He used the word “incurable” which was devastating. But I was far from done.

I started writing my story at the end of 2009. But I wasn’t ready to publish it. And in 2015 Dr. Dyer asked me if was ready yet! It wasn’t until the end of 2016 that I felt the time was finally right. It’s my journey and a small but very significant part of my life. LOVE The Beat Goes On. I’ll share the link when it’s available on Amazon.

So let me go back to last night, where this story began—and the email. I started second edits like I would any other book; and then it hit me. It hit me that it’s 2017 and I’m alive! I get to share the things I did and how I felt, and the love that brought me back from near death.

I started to cry. And I couldn’t stop crying.

I don’t remember crying during the whole healing process. I only remember my determination to heal. One step led to another. I was guided to do the things that made my heart whole again.

And last night, it hit me. I couldn’t finish the editing for my tears.

Then the strangest thing happened. My computer file went crazy on me: weird lines and jumbled sentences. It was if all the spirits that helped me heal came out to play and celebrate!

Or maybe it was Dr. Wayne W. Dyer letting me know that he was watching over my shoulder and was so proud of me.

And now, I can’t stop smiling. Yes Dr. Dyer, I’m ready now.



The Poetry Collection by Lynda Filler

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THE LOVE FIX             http://goo.gl/XOtXaV

LOVE REHAB              http://goo.gl/A8yh0t

I (SPY) LOVE              https://goo.gl/myEgt6



write of the essence of life, our yearning for connection with the one and the One. The poetry is contemporary without rules, guided by a searching heart. The words are at times gritty, always thought provoking and timeless. An intimate view of passion, cyber sex, obsession and death fill the pages. Black and White photographs tell their own story, complement the poetry–or not. I give you my naked heart.