Inspiration: The Key to Writing Effortlessly

Although I started writing novels in 2001 to heal from a broken marriage, it wasn’t until 2008 that I hit upon my passion: writing books about angels.

Before that, I was writing decent novels that anyone would enjoy. I worked hard at it and had even started a historical novel called Blair’s Rush that I abandoned midstream after my ‘eureka moment.’

In retrospect, I can tell you without hesitation that I didn’t get published because I was trying too hard and hadn’t yet discovered my passion.

Like a bolt of lightning

My inspiration—the peak experience that led me onto the adventure of a lifetime, writing books about angels—came like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. It wasn’t anything that I ever expected or dreamed would happen; and it certainly wasn’t anything that came from within me.

Katarino Spa

I remember being at Katarino Spa—a resort in Razlog, Bulgaria—when it happened.

Here’s what the place looks like:

Katarino Spa

Katarino Spa. Source BulgariaSki

Everything was happening perfectly in my life. I was enjoying a winter holiday when, out of the blue, bam!, I had a mystical experience  that would forever change my life.

It was, in my opinion, a mere coincidence that I was at Katarino Spa when I had the mystical experience. I could, in fact, have been anywhere, but it just so happened that I was there.

I remember lying in bed, looking at the soft light of the moon as it filtered through the window’s delicate curtain, when I had what can only be described as a paranormal experience. I ‘saw,’ ‘felt,’ and communicated telepathically with my guardian angel.

Before this event, I never thought much about angels. Although I’d studied at divinity school and had a theoretical understanding about angels, I never considered them let alone thinking that I might have one, specific, guardian angel.

This is why I say that the experience came out of ‘nowhere.’

Analyzing the peak experience

Once the vacation ended, I kept remembering the experience. I kept thinking about what I’d felt and what I’d learned from the mystical experience.

I began focusing on my guardian angel and ‘inquiring’ of them using my mind.

When I got back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my guardian angel and even went ‘angel hunting,’ a no-no in the realm of angelic experiences. That’s because angels seek out people, not the other way around. Of course, I didn’t know that then, and made that mistake.

It will happen when you least expect it

The peak event, my eureka moment, was the starting point of a journey that would lead me to write books about angels.

It helped me understand that I didn’t need to struggle to write books; that books, rather, would be delivered to me on a platter. When I say this, bear in mind that I still had to take pen and paper or type on a keyboard in order to document the story. But I stopped struggling altogether.

Thanks for reading me.

God bless and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery

Mary, the British Grandmother

One of my all-time favorite angelic experiences happened at the Motel of Dolna Banya’s pool. You can see an image of the pool here.

I remember having waited for hours at poolside thinking that it wasn’t going to happen. It was then that my guardian angel appeared in the form of Mary, the British grandmother with her ‘family.’

The moment she arrived, I happened to be closing my pool umbrella. It was late afternoon, the sun was setting, and I wanted to catch the last rays.

Since I’d already seen my guardian in this form, I was a wee bit embarrassed not to be in a state of complete and total readiness when the moment finally arrived. I was hunched over, struggling with the umbrella’s mechanism when I heard someone greet me, looked up, saw her, and smiled sheepishly.

Be that as it may, the manifestation was stunning. I was enthralled by how everyone moved; how they so casually and lovingly interacted with each other (especially the grandfather and Jessica); and how I was included. Now, I don’t remember if it happened in this manifestation or another (see the details in my book), but the ‘family’ filmed each other with a video camera and included me, something that makes you want to say ‘Wow!’

Mary’s question regarding my angel books was, and I’m probably paraphrasing, ‘What is the source of your inspiration?’

My brain’s neurons must have been performing, multiple, high-speed, Irish jigs then since I was standing in front of the source of my inspiration in manifest form. I was literally looking into the eyes of eternity disguised as a grandmother from Britain.

Since I couldn’t very well say, ‘You’re the source of my inspiration,’ I said something about being divinely inspired. You can read my exact words in the book.

Progress over time

As time went by, the anxiety I would feel while in the presence of manifest angels would subside. It never went away fully, though, and, to this day, whenever I’m in their presence, I remain fully conscious of the magnitude of what I’m experiencing.

A privilege and not a right

Seeing and recognizing angels in human form is a privilege and not a right. That’s because what you’re seeing is, indeed, a miracle of God. It is God walking among men and women in the form of his representatives, the angels.

Thanks for reading me. Stay tuned for more.

God bless and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Ezeroto”: A place of beauty and natural wonder

I just finished preparing a promotional review for my e-book, Pocket Prophecies. If all goes well, it should be available on askDavid.com soon. I’m determined to have this e-book become available in print form, too. In the meantime, I’m counting on your patience.

As I wrote what I thought was a fairly good description of the book, I reminisced about the place where I was inspired to write it, a hotel restaurant complex in Bulgaria called “Ezeroto.” It’s close to the town where I was inspired to write my angel books and I thought you might like to see a few images of the place.

Ezeroto 1

Image credit: Mariana Stefanova.

One of the owners, an artist and photographer, is clearly passionate about constantly improving the complex. He remodeled what used to be the open-air restaurant (behind the umbrellas, left) playing the role of construction worker in order to supervise the renovation personally. Lately, two outdoor pools were added. Here’s what one of them looks like:

Ezeroto 2

 Source: Internet.

The structure in the back has changing cabins. What I like about “Ezeroto”–in addition to its traditional, Bulgarian menu and refined cuisine–is the fact that it contains an animal sanctuary. There are pheasants, deer, and rabbits. The owner was able to procure the most unusual ducks that live in the man-made lake. They are multi-colored. Look at these digital images I took of one of the ducks.

Duck V

 

And,

Duck III

Have you ever seen such a fascinating duck? It was a first for me!

The way I got the ducks to approach me was to…, you guessed it, throw bits of bread into the lake. They came, but didn’t stay long which made photographing them difficult. It would seem that they are as elusive as they are beautiful.

Next to “Ezeroto” is “Vodopad” which means “Waterfall” in Bulgarian. Here’s what it looks like:

Waterfall

Image credit: The Official website of Pchelin village.

I cannot say in words just how peaceful standing next to this waterfall was for me. All of my worries would slip into the pristine, cascading water leaving me feeling refreshed.

There’s a path that leads up from “Ezeroto” to “Gurgulitsa,” a refuge where hikers can spend the night and order a bowl of soup or hot cider, for example. “Gurgulitsa” is beautiful year-round, but hard to reach in winter when there is an accumulation of snow.

This is a picture of the view from the refuge’s balcony. You can see how thick and green the adjoining forest’s foliage is.

Gurgulitsa

Source: Internet.

I visited “Gurgulitsa” many times and sat on this very balcony enjoying the view.

I hope you enjoyed this post. Thanks for stopping by.

God bless and may you see angels, Alvin Avery

 

Angels at Grand: Reminiscing about my life in Bulgaria

The Café Grand brings back a lot of memories.

It’s located in the town where I first started seeing angels. I mention the name of the town in the preface of my book, The Truth about Angels, Part I.

The Café Grand, which I affectionately call Grand in my book (natives call it ‘Granda’), as well as whenever I refer to the establishment, offers a wide assortment of coffees. They also serve ice cream, sandwiches, chips, and alcoholic beverages. In Bulgaria, it’s legal to serve alcohol in coffee shops.

What’s special to me about this café, however, isn’t the selection, but the fact that, over the course of several years, I witnessed a multitude of angelic manifestations there. This is what Grand looks like:

The Cafe Grand

Do you see its name in red above the umbrellas? They say that you can learn much from observation. This is true.

In the beginning, I would always make sure to have pen and paper ready to take notes (and sometimes draw pictures) about what I was seeing. Over time, though, I learned how to memorize what I saw. I did this in order to be more discrete about what I was doing. The waitresses knew that I was a writer and would smile when they’d see me scribbling on pieces of paper or napkins. I didn’t mind, though, because I was secretly documenting a prolonged phenomenon that would end up being The Truth about Angels, Parts I & II.

Grand at night

On warm, summer evenings, when the sun starts to set, the  Café Grand turns on its lawn lights. You can see one of them in the image just above. These are very simple, elegant lights that are interspersed in front of and border the café’s perfectly tended lawn. The lights lend a romantic ‘aura’ to Grand and offer a much different ambiance than ‘Grand by day.’

I’ve had many wonderful and inspiring conversations with my guardian angel at Grand. I talk about these conversations and what came out of them in my book. In fact, I don’t just relate them, I give readers a detailed account of how the conversations unfolded, the context in which they transpired, and how they profoundly helped me.

Accepting supernatural phenomena

You cannot witness angelic manifestations and remain the same. Being exposed to and participating in prolonged, supernatural phenomena will change the way you understand the world. It will amaze, infuse, energize, enthuse and inspire you like never before.

I hope you enjoyed my second blog post. Stay tuned for more.

God bless and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery

 

 

 

Bulgaria: The place of my inspiration

Those of you who read The Truth about Angels, Part I may be interested to see a few photographs of the place where I was inspired to write this book. I mention the name of the town in the preface of my book. It’s a small, Bulgarian town, not too far from Sofia, the nation’s capital city. There’s nothing special about this town, except for the fact that it was there that I had my first experiences with angels. Here’s what the local reservoir looks like. You can see the Rila Mountain Range in the background with its snow-capped peaks.

The Reservoir

Sometimes, after a good rainfall, the greenery that ‘clothes’ the mountain becomes so lush, the air so pure and clean, that you can see for miles. Once, I thought that what I saw reminded me of the television series, Land of the Lost. It was almost as if, once you came to this place, you could never leave. There’s something about Bulgaria that pulls you in, draws you in and holds you firmly. Here’s a picture of the town’s church. Do you see the stork’s nest on top of the larger dome? In Bulgaria, storks are said to bring good luck.

The church

I saw angels in this church. But angels aren’t restricted to church. I saw them in different parts of this town, too. One of my most cherished memories is meeting my guardian angel at the Motel of Dolna Banya. I talk about him in the book. Here’s what the Motel’s pool looks like on a hot, summer day. Mostly full, with people of all ages soaking in the rays, some having a refreshing dip. Personally, it’s one of my all-time favorite swimming pools, probably on account of the memories.

The Dolna Banya Mote's pool

If you look closely, you may see Mom. The events I describe in the book are true. They really happened.

When I was writing this book, I listened to Bulgarian music. Here’s a YouTube video that will give you an idea about what it sounds like. There are a few English mistakes in the presentation which you’ll overlook, I’m sure.

When you watch the clip, it will give you a glimpse of Bulgarian music, history and culture. Images of well-known Bulgarians, common folk, and the city of Plovdiv, once known as Philipoppolis, are just a few examples. The dancers at the start of the video are actually walking barefoot on burning hot embers. They do so without feeling any pain whatsoever.

Bulgarian Folklore: Music from Eternity

This You Tube video, The Mystery of the Bulgarian Voices, is of higher quality. Have a look.

So, what did you think of those voices? I think they’re amazing. I hope you enjoyed my first blog post. Stay tuned for more!

God bless, and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery