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Footprints in the Sand  
Author: William M. Stephens
ISBN: 0965888479
Format: Handover
Publish Date: June, 2005
 
     
     
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Jeanne Taylor, Fort Campbell, KY
"Footprints in the Sand is brimful of God's presence. It weaves His shining light between the sentences, dancing with the words. It had me on the edge of my seat, waiting to see the outcome of some of the real-life vignettes. ... Thank you for sharing this part of His stream of Love."


Book Description
A near-death experience by the ocean changed the author William Stephens from an agnostic to a spiritual seeker. He found himself in the presence of a Divine Being, Avatar Meher Baba, who erased his addictions to alcohol and drugs, and gave him a new life of love, joy and service.


Excerpted from Footprints in the Sand by William M. Stephens. Copyright © 1997. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved
From Chapter 3: In 1969 I had reached a point of crisis in my life. I was severely depressed and suicidal. I had lost all faith in technology, people, religion, and the political process, and I was even skeptical of the reality of beauty, truth, God, or my own soul. When I reached my lowest ebb, I was lying one afternoon in a secluded grove of coconut palms along the beach at Key Biscayne, Florida, seeking solace in the sound of the rumbling surf. Without warning my heart started beating slower and slower. To my horror I seemed to be dying, slowly and relentlessly. There was no way I could stop the process, and my emotions ran the gamut from rage, denial and paralyzing fear to complete and utter resignation. Gradually, inexorably, the heart-beats slowed and finally stopped. I was dead. No question about it. But to my astonishment, I was still conscious! My mind, at least, still existed, somewhere, somehow. I seemed to be drifting in a black void--floating in nothingness, hopeless and helpless. Finally I saw a glimmer of light, and soon I was hurtling through space approaching the light. I exploded into a brilliance beyond anything I could imagine, and I was immersed in the warmth and joy of a Living Presence that loved me and accepted me totally. In the center of the light was a loving, compassionate Face. God? Could it be God?




Footprints in the Sand

     



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