Who Me? The Musings of a Spirit guide named Bernard

By Ken Mason and Bernard

This book is a down-to-earth explanation of the spirit world and how to develop your psychic abilities as dictated by Bernard, a Spirit guide and channeled by Ken Mason, an internationally known medium.

Bernard takes you on a journey, exploring the Spirit World and showing how we have 10 senses, not 5. He also discusses various misconceptions and how they affect our lives.

The Psychic development instructions and examples are simple and easy to use, and the wisdom contained within is invaluable as you move along your spiritual path.

This book will make you think outside the box and laugh at Bernard and Ken Mason's comedic relationship.

A book worthy of any Spirituality collection

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781667194400

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Who me?

The musings of a Spirit Guide named Bernard

By Ken Mason

Copyright 2010 Ken Mason

ISBN: 978-0-557-49413-2

I want to thank my wife, Monique, for the incredible patience shown over the years while continuing on my Spiritual Journey.  I am truly blessed to have her on my side.

I would like to dedicate this book to my kids, Riley and

Blake and hope they understand the book and how it could help their journey.

And finally, to my supporters, from whom I derive my inspiration.

Ken Mason

Introduction:

Bernard is my spirit guide.  A simple statement.  One that makes people either nod in interest or utters a simple uh-huh, and the topic changes to something less complicated.

It is a simple statement to make, but in the end, it starts a fully detailed understanding and a world of trust that we as physical beings are just not ready to embrace as of yet.  It requires us to have faith in something we cannot feel or sense with our physical senses and requires strength of mind to carry the course, to carry on our beliefs in front of those who do not believe in what we have to say.  In short, we have no proof that Spirit Guides exist.  We only know what we feel and know within, and it is a lonely journey when the only person who will believe you is yourself.

I remember a conversation I once had with a minister about spirit guides.  He was adamant that Spirit Guides' belief was contradictory to God's word and the bible, that I was worshiping false idols and was not having faith in God. I asked him if he believed that God existed, and he said yes.  I asked what proof he had, and he said he just had faith and knew that he was all around us.  I then pointed out that is what I have, not only God but also in Spirit Guides.  I then asked him if there were angels, and he said yes, of course.  I pointed out that if there were angels, why couldn't there be Spirit Guides?  The discussion was quickly closed.

The point of the matter is that everyone in the world believes in something to keep them going day in and day out, and we often place enormous trust in things we cannot see or place our hands-on. Faith is what I do with Bernard, my spirit guide, though I have to say that at times, I am not that attentive and have paid the price.

In this book, the first quarter talks about what a spirit guide is, and the remaining shares the teachings I have received from Bernard.

Thank you for your time in reading this.  I hope it touches you or helps you in some way or form.

Ken Mason

My Beliefs:

I have often had long discussions with my wife on my belief system and my attempt to figure out how it is evolving and where it is going.  Sometimes it got a bit testy and other times quite confusing because it is not easy for me to say what is on my mind, as the thoughts are fleeting, and I find myself being three conversations behind.  Then I pipe up with my ideas and opinions, but everyone gives me an odd look as if to say, get with it, we are not talking about that anymore.

As a youngster, I was brought up as a Catholic, learning the Roman faith's rules and practices. Though not enforced in our family, we attended all the major masses and practiced a rudimentary dogma.  Even then, though, I often felt something was wrong, and the teachings just didn't fit.    Being a logical and curious child, this didn't wash.  My entire education was in the Catholic school system, which often put me at odds with the priests and nuns in charge of my education.  I still remember the stings of rulers or staring at a wall because I questioned what they said and often refused to do the work they asked of me because I just didn't feel right about their reasons.  My favorite question was, who made God..... that earned me a week of detention and reading the bible.

Nor did I believe in psychics or the possibility of a spiritual world.  Even though I had dreams that came true and lots of deja vu, I just accepted that it happened to everyone as the norm.  No one ever told me that this was not normal, nor did any of my friends mention it.  It was just part of me that I never discussed since there was never any need.  Everything had a logical place in me.  I knew things were going to happen, but nothing ever big enough to mention.  Simple things like knowing

Test scores, or who was calling, were simple things for me. Besides, there was always the stigma of being a freak with the other kids if you were different and being mildly anti-social. To begin with, I was not going to tip the boat for something I thought was normal.

It was when I was thirteen and had a horrific nightmare that things changed for me.  I dreamt that I was on a bicycle and going to the store to get milk for my mother.  I lived in a small town in Germany at the time, so getting milk was not an easy chore.  There was only one store, and it was at the other end of town. To get there, I had to cross a little bridge over a brook.  On the other side of the bridge was the main highway that led to the big city.

I remember going over the bridge with quite a bit of speed in the dream, which every youngster likes to do, and my brakes failing as I was reaching the highway.  There was a car moving toward me with four people in it.  The driver had a brown suit with a green tie (why this is important, I do not know).  As the car swerved to miss me, it hit a telephone pole and exploded, killing everyone inside.  I remember the absolute feeling of fear in my dream. I woke up startled and was unable to sleep that night, and if I did manage to fall asleep, that same dream would reappear. The next morning, when I washed my face, I looked in the mirror and discovered that my left eyebrow had turned as white as snow as if it was a reminder of the dream. 

After that, I never rode my bike over that bridge again because of my fears. The memory of that dream always stayed fresh in my mind as if it would not let go of my consciousness. Two months later, as I walked my bike over the bridge to get my mom some milk, I paused on the bridge and watched as the same car drove by, with the same driver wearing precisely the same clothes.  He slowed down and looked at me.  Our eyes locked, and it was as if we knew each other, but that was an impossibility.  The car then sped up and drove away from me, and I knew then that my dream had just come true. Because I changed my part in the dream, the horrific part never happened.  I still have my white eyebrow to this day.

At this time, I actively started to question my beliefs but had no one to turn to for help.  I was tired of being scared by priests and churchgoers telling me that if I didn't follow rules that made no sense, I would go to hell. I wondered how God could love us so much yet would be willing to send me to hell because I