God's Rainbow of Promises
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"God promised me a rainbow. He promised one to you. A rainbow made of love, forgiveness through and through." Rekindle your hope and faith! The world can be a scary, depressing place...if we let it. Sometimes we need a gentle reminder that God is with us, loves us, and will guide us through the good times, and the bad. YOU are a beautiful creation!"- Blessings to you, Ellen M. DuBois

God's Rainbow of Promises

I Am Too, An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love

by Ellen DuBois on 04/19/16



I Am Too

Part One: An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love

By: Alfred E. DuBois

The following is true. Names have been changed in respect of privacy. Family names are authentic.

The day was overcast and dreary as I sat alone on a bench on the north side of the village green. The green in the center of the town square was surrounded by non descript, concrete buildings devoid of any signs, neon lights or ads promoting businesses, although I was sure there were some there. With the overcast and fog they just weren't visible.

Where I was sitting was largely unpopulated, while the southern end of the green was quite crowded with men, women and children in abundance. That was fine with me. I just wanted to be alone and relax, not realizing this was not to be.

A couple approached me and the gentleman offered a courteous "Hello" which I returned. The woman spoke. "Al, are you coming to the Door and Window Festival tonight?" I was quite taken aback by how this woman I never saw before in my life knew my name and what the hell was a Door and Window Festival?

"I don't think so," said I, unknowingly encouraging her to tell me what a "Door and Window Festival" was all about.

"Oh, you should come" she said. "We do it every year. There's fun and games for the kids, lots of music, great food. I know you'll have a great time. See you there?" It was part question, part "See you there!" command.

"Maybe," I compromised. They continued on their way, leaving me alone once again.

At this point, a short, perky gentleman with a quick step was walking by my bench and said "Hi Al." I recognized him as Pat Marony, a former lector at a Catholic church I was organist at for fourteen years- about forty years ago, and returned the greeting. Pat and I had been quite friendly in those days and often had coffee and doughnuts together between Sunday masses. The only problem was Pat had died from Alzheimer's about fifteen or twenty years ago. Surely, although sharing a physical resemblance, this was clearly a case of mistaken identity.

I decided to get up and walk around the green to stretch and loosen up a bit. As I neared the crowd, a woman who looked all the world like a former neighbor, Loraine Weaver, approached me smiling.

"Al, so good to see you." She looked away for a moment, then returned to face me again. She looked totally unfamiliar- definitely was not Loraine and continued. "It'll be so good to see you two together tonight. It's been a long time."

I wondered, didn't she know my wife had died ten months ago? What was going on?

"Well, maybe one of us," I said.

She simply smiled and walked away.

One thing I should have mentioned earlier: in addition to the park benches like I was sitting on, the green was covered with picnic tables from end to end. There were far more tables than park benches, obviously in preparation for the night's festivities, but being alone, I had elected a bench.

While sitting and looking around at the people I thought for a moment I saw Marlane, my deceased wife among them. She was some distance away, not distinctly clear, but certainly resembled Marlane in appearance. I stood to get a better view but in the process lost her in the crowd.

I sat back down, disappointed at myself for thinking the impossible and noticing that while the tables at the southern end of the green were quickly filling up, the northern end was still pretty sparse. I decided to move to one of the empty tables for a change of pace.

I looked around, taking another view of the preparation for the upcoming event. I saw that it was beginning to take shape. Some food, buffet style, was being set up and the crowd was beginning to grow. I sighed, sat back, closed my eyes, reopened them looking to my right, then to my left and stopped. There, two tables away, she was sitting alone staring at me. "Hello there."

My heart was pounding. My hands were sweating. I had so many things to say. "Hi."

If you offered me a million dollars to tell you what happened next I couldn't. I know we exchanged small talk. It was pleasant, not profound or memorable. I looked around, sighed and looked back toward her, wanting to tell her so many things.

She was gone.

About this time I was approached by two men wearing official looking name tags, obviously on a mission. It turned out they wanted me to play the piano at the "Door and Window Festival" in exchange for which they would give me a free ten dollar admission ticket. I somewhat reluctantly agreed hoping another, more productive meeting with Marlane would result.

It's funny how things work. I might not be the quickest guy in the world or the brightest light on the tree, but it was finally beginning to occur to me that this entire happening, real as it seemed, was a dream. The people I was meeting, at once familiar and non familiar, were actually products of my desire to be with my wife of more than fifty four years, hold her and tell her what I should have told her more often over those years. A guilt trip that haunts me and I am sure many others who have lost a devoted partner they all think prematurely.

I was thinking about this when the two name tags showed up again. They couldn't find the piano, but wanted to give me the ticket anyway since I had offered to play it. I accepted and told them to keep looking. If they found it, I would play it.

Returning to my table, which was still unoccupied although those all the way to the middle of the green were quickly filling in, I relaxed as best I could, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I opened them quickly. Marlane was sitting two tables away again staring at me.

She had changed and was wearing one of my favorite outfits. Her red blouse was gracefully framed by a white sweater and she looked radiant. There wasn't a wrinkle anywhere on her face and looked to be in her early forties. She was smiling that infectious grin and I was angry.

Angry because I realized this was a dream, that I would awaken soon and it would all be gone. How could I tell her gently? How could I not show the anger and frustration I was feeling?

I gripped a hold of the edge of the table while rising to a standing position. This was it.

"This isn't real" I said loudly. "I am dreaming!" Almost a scream.

She had a three word reply but it wasn't to come within the dream. As I lay on my back in bed I felt her breath in my right ear and heard her voice, not loud, but clear, personal and up close. "I am too!"

The vision in the dream disappeared before I could open my eyes. I almost expected to see and feel her next to me but knew she wouldn't be.

This had been far more than a dream. She was in mine and I was in hers at the same time. "I am too" calmly, clearly in control, unlike my angry outburst. No longer agnostic, there is no doubt in my mind that there is an after life, she is in it, enjoying it and is okay.

Therefore, "I am too."

I Am Too

Part Two: The Connection

I had made one of my rare visits to the cemetery where my parents Alfred and Ellen, son David and wife Marlane are buried on Wednesday, October fifteenth, 2015. This was probably my third time since my wife had passed away January third of this year. Although I have a short conversation and offer some prayers daily, visiting cemeteries is just not my thing. We all react differently to these situations.

In part one I wrote about what occurred within and after the dream Thursday night. I did this Friday morning while the vivid details and the feeling of Marlane's warm breath upon my ear were fresh on my mind.

What happened Friday night blew me away.

I have three wonderful daughters named Debbie, Ellen and Lori in their forties and early fifties. None of us have ever really been into the psychic or paranormal. I say that fully realizing some events defy explanation.

Lori, the youngest of the three has a daughter who began her freshman year in high school this fall and a son who entered middle school the same time. Her friend Kerry has the same combination so they have come up with a perfect carpool arrangement to efficiently transport their kids to and from school each day. Debbie, Ellen and I have never met Kerry so we do not know her, although she and Lori as well as their children are good friends.

That Friday evening Kerry attended a showing by a well know medium which drew an audience of about two hundred people.

I am attempting to recreate what happened next as accurately as possible since I was not there and am relying on descriptions by Lori and Ellen originally, given to Lori by Kerry.

As the medium was moving around the hall she reported strong vibes when close to Kerry. "Does someone near me know an Ellen?" A few hands raised in response. All knew a deceased Ellen, some passing away years ago, others more recently. "No, this Ellen is alive and someone from the other side is trying to communicate with her." The medium explained.

As she moved around the room the vibes grew weaker but became strong again when Kerry was approached. "Does someone near me know a Lori?" Kerry hesitantly raised her hand. "The vibes are really strong" said the medium. "Are you sure you don't know an Ellen?"

"Positive" was the reply.

"All right" said the medium, abruptly changing direction and leading into another question. "Did the Lori you know recently lose her mother to lung disease?"

Kerry, dumbfounded, nervously answered "Yes."

The vibes were very strong and the following quote is exactly, word for word, as Kerry reported to Lori. "This woman is very adamant you get this message to Lori. I'm okay. I'm breathing."

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

Upon returning home later that evening, Kerry knew exactly what she had to do in spite of the late hour.

She phoned Lori, explaining that she had seen a medium earlier and she had to ask Lori the question that had been on her mind the entire drive home. "Do you know anyone named Ellen?"

Lori replied, "I have a sister Ellen."

"Oh, my God."

At this point, bursting with curiosity, Lori shouted, "What?"

"I have a message from your mother. The medium said she was adamant I get this message to you and Ellen. I'm okay. I'm breathing!"

Moments later Lori was on the phone with Ellen. Needless to say, they were overcome with emotion and excitement. As they began to calm down, Lori wondered aloud why Debbie and I were not included in the adamant message. They had the answer the next morning when I called Ellen about a completely unrelated matter.

At the very moment they were on the phone together, I was sitting in the kitchen at my house reading Debbie the recently completed manuscript for "I Am Too. An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love." The messages, though different, were being exchanged among family members at the exact same time and were meant to reassure us that all is well. We know it is real.

That's the way Marlane plans things.

Note: This was written by my father, Alfred E. DuBois.

Hope Angel Bracelets- Inspiration You Wear

by Ellen DuBois on 02/21/16



Hope Angel Bracelets- Inspiration you wear. My bracelets are as unique as you are. They inspire, uplift, encourage, give hope. They remind the woman wearing one that she is loved, appreciated, valued. Hope Angel Bracelets are made with Swarovski crystal, gemstone beads, various other beads, Czech glass beads and a variety of charms that touch the heart. They easily stretch on and off. Each bead, spacer, etc. is lovingly hand strung on quality elastic cord by me. I take great pride in my work and love coming up with new designs. My customers often inspire me to create something new by sharing their ideas with me. I am so appreciative of that and always do my best to accommodate. Please have a look around my shop. Hopefully, you'll see something you love. If you've got a special request, please feel free to contact me. Thank you! Ellen

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.- Emily Dickinson 1830–1886

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Blocking My Own Path To Joy- Have Some Fun Already!

by Ellen DuBois on 02/08/16



For some reason I tend to have very deep thoughts while driving. Maybe it's because I'm alone and there are no distractions. The radio is off and I enjoy the quiet.

The other day while talking out loud to God, I was asking for help.

I have this habit of giving it all to God, only to take it back.

I digress. I was talking to God, the angels, my mother and whoever else was listening. Words started coming out of my mouth as if I needed to hear them. Bear with me because I know that sounds a little crazy. It's not- at least not to me! I was coming to the realization I really get in my own way. I have a tendency to hold on to baggage and emotions that no longer serve me. I deeply sensed how doing so only blocks joy from entering my life. That's not to say I don't have any joy in my life. I do. But I also have baggage. Who doesn't?

In a conversation much like what I'm sharing with you, I asked God to help me surrender all thoughts, emotions, and beliefs that no longer serve me. I asked the Angels to take and carry away all the hurts, scars, unsettling feelings, old wounds and memories that do nothing but hurt me and prevent me from living life to the fullest. In living my life to the fullest and allowing joy to replace old wounds (baggage), I'm better able to live the life God wants me to live and serve Him by serving others.

I deserve joy- just like you do.

When you're weighed down by feelings that twist your gut, make you sad and cause you to become moody or lethargic, it's tough to be joyful. If I can let go of all the baggage, throwing it out into the pond behind the house and watching it sink, there will be so much more room in my life for joy.

I pictured myself handing over my old wounds, scars, sad feelings, jealousies, and more to the Angels. They willingly took them from me, placed them in a bucket and carried them off to God. Acutely aware I couldn't fix these things, nor did they need fixing because they were in the past, I knew by letting them go I was freeing up space within my soul. I have learned from old hurts and they have made me into the person I am today. Reliving and experiencing them no longer serves me. The lessons learned from those experiences serves me.

I began the process of letting go. That doesn't mean I am done- I am not. I'm beginning and that, in and of itself, is transformation.

Awareness is the first step to any change. Awareness gently inspires you to change what needs to be changed. Awareness encourages you and leads you to a place of transformation. It is a journey of many steps.

By becoming more aware of the need to let go, I am on my way to living a life of joy and sharing that joy- more than I'm doing now. I'm closer to living the life God has waiting for me. It's just beyond my fingertips- beyond the wall I've built between me and it.

My mother lived her life this way. I lost her a little over a year ago but always feel her near. While having these thoughts, I thought of her, too. It was as if she was saying, "Ellen, let it go. Don't let yourself get upset by the things that only block your way to happiness. Live your life. Have some fun already!"

To God, the Angels and to you mom I say, I'm trying. I really am. I just need some help. Thanks for giving it to me.

Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery and Host of

MiscarriageHelp.com. I've also been published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns. Additionally, I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond-
I love it!

Isaiah 24:14

by Ellen DuBois on 01/11/16

They lift up their voices, they sing for joy; they shout from the west over the majesty of the Lord. Therefore in the east give glory to the Lord; in the coastlands of the sea glorify the name of the Lord. - Isaiah 24:14-15

Psalm 84:4

by Ellen DuBois on 01/09/16

Happy are those who live in your house, ever singing your praise. - Psalm 84:4





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