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Signs and wonders : understanding the language of God
Gaulden, Albert Clayton.
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New York : Atria Books, [2003]

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xiv, 237 pages ; 24 cm
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"An important step towards a new consciousness that will change the planet." -- Paolo Coelho Have you ever ignored a coincidence -- and wished you hadn't? Have you ever denied the truth of a dream -- and wished you didn't? Have you ever disregarded a hunch -- only to regret it? Then you have heard the new language of God. Albert Clayton Gaulden, founder and director of the Sedona Intensive, believes that the new language is God's mother tongue, the language in which His messages and guidance are expressed. Experiential and laden with messages, the new language isn't spoken chiefly in words (though sometimes it comes to us that way); it is rich in signs, symbols, wonders, and coincidences. When we open ourselves up to the new language, we can open ourselves to a larger and better life. When we learn to be receptive to the new language, we can begin to understand its unique grammar and rules, and to benefit from its grace. Signs and Wonders is an innovative work that offers practical strategies, anecdotes, case studies, and stories of personal transformation to expand our awareness of the new language. It teaches us how to listen to God and to understand the answers to our prayers, to know if we are on the right track when plagued by worry, doubt, and uncertainty. Focusing on the process that the author uses in his groundbreaking work as director of the Sedona Intensive, Signs and Wonders can help us all to learn how to clear "God's channel" and to master a new form of communication. "If prayer is about talking to God, the new language is about listening for His answers."

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Albert Clayton Gaulden is the founder and director of The Sedona Intensive, a personal growth program in Arizona. He has worked in such diverse fields as advertising, public relations, philanthropy, sales and marketing.

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Publisher's Weekly Review

The core message of this book is a simple and valuable one: if we make ourselves receptive and stop to listen, we will find that God speaks to us in a variety of ways. Unfortunately, Gaulden, founder and director of the Sedona Intensive (a treatment center for people struggling with compulsions and addictions), takes almost 300 pages to belabor what could have been said in about a third the space. He calls these non-verbal communications from God "the new language" (although what is "new" about it is unclear, since he claims that Noah and Moses understood it), and lists 25 examples from angel murmurs and coincidence to intuition and visions. Each definition is accompanied by real-life examples gathered from Gaulden's clients over the years. The stories are often the most engaging parts of the book, but they can also be the most confusing. For example, although Gaulden manages to formally define the subtle differences between "coincidence," "serendipity" and "synchronicity," or between "hunch," "intuition," "inner knowing" and "thought impression," his narrative illustrations seem to blur the terms together. The final third of the book purports to improve readers' reception of the new language, but reads like a self-help manual bogged down in lists and bullet points. It is also full of oblique advertising for Gaulden's Sedona program. Gaulden's thesis may help many readers increase their spiritual sensitivity, but the book has a high chaff-to-wheat ratio along the way. (Jan. 8) Forecast: Gaulden is a well-connected author; the endorsement from James Redfield, author of the bestseller The Celestine Prophecy, will certainly help move the book. It's being launched with a seven-city author tour of the Western U.S. and a first print run of 35,000 copies. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved



Chapter One:What Do You See? What Do You Hear? What Do You Feel? When Susan received word that she had been admitted to both Harvard University and Brown University, she asked her father for help in making the choice. "Both schools are excellent," he said, "but I think you should sleep on the decision." No sooner had he said the words than the doorbell rang. At the door was a deliveryman who said he was lost and needed directions. He was wearing a sweatshirt that carried one word in large crimson type: Harvard. David was restless. Things weren't going well for him at work and with a big client meeting the next day, he was finding it difficult to sleep. Staring at the ceiling at 4 a.m., he was overcome by a powerful urge to turn on the radio. Following his intuition, he clicked a button and heard Bob Marley's voice chanting over and over again, "Everything is gonna be all right, everything is gonna be all right." Calmed by the rhythm, he fell back to sleep. Barreling along in pouring rain, Michael was lost on an unfamiliar road. He had just been to the doctor's office to get his test results and the news was not good. "Please, God, help me," he was pleading over and over in his head. "If there's anything else I can do, please show me the way." The screeching siren that pierced his thoughts came from a police car pulling Michael over to the side of the road. Despite the light beaming out from the officer's flashlight, Michael was still able to see the billboard in the background, which read, Miracles Can Happen. Do Not Despair. Are these coincidences? Signs? Messages? In my opinion, all of the above. I believe God was speaking to Susan, to David, and to Michael in the new language; that is, God's mother tongue, the way He's been talking to us since Biblical times. Going as far back as Moses and the burning bush, God has been using sign language to get through to us. In the Bible story that is told in Exodus, Moses was tending his flock in the desert when he came to the mountain of Horeb. Now, in my opinion, Moses must have been a very clever fellow, because when God showed him a burning bush in the middle of the desert, he didn't miss a beat -- Moses knew that God was speaking and wanted him to help set the Israelites free. When Noah, his family, and the animals marched off the ark after forty days and forty nights of rain, God sent a rainbow as a covenant between Him and the souls who would replenish the earth. Noah understood. Later on, Abraham saw a ram as he was about to sacrifice his son Isaac and knew God had other plans. After Biblical times, organized religions began springing up around the world. I believe this may be when the direct connection between God and mankind was interrupted. As early religions took root, the power became concentrated in a few hands. A hierarchy was established, with priests, rabbis, seers, and others acting as middlemen between God and us. The power brokers and other self-anointed intermediaries clearly enjoyed telling the rest of the folks what to think and what to do. A great many man-made rules and dogmas were established, and in no time people were down on their knees reciting the "right" prayers at the "right" time of day -- as if God were an obsessive-compulsive ego who kept a tight schedule. The God who had made man in His divine image must have had a real chuckle as He watched man remaking Him along human lines. Did God stop talking because man wasn't listening? It's hard to know, but there seems to have been a suppression of the language. Church and state were virtually the same for thousands of years, and people in fear for their lives became parrots to the position of whatever government or religious institution was in power. As time moved on, the Western world was plunged into the Dark Ages. During this 1,000-year stretch, none save Joan of Arc reported getting any news from God -- and she came to an unenviable fate. While Joan was being tied to the stake and torched, most people were off fighting holy wars that meant death and havoc for millions of others. When the Enlightenment arrived in the seventeenth century, the rational mind was emphasized, giving way to the rise of science. There is no denying that science has brought tremendous advances to health care and the workplace -- we owe so much to conveniences and technology. However, most scientists are absolutely useless when it comes to the spiritual needs of society, perhaps because they can't test, measure, or dissect them. Truth for them has to be weighed and tabulated. Launching the technological revolution, the scientists put machines first. They substituted the rhythm of the machine for the rhythm of the soul. Anyone who has seen the great Charlie Chaplin movie Modern Times will know what I mean. A man on the assembly line becomes a slave to the clock. After the assembly line, the conveyor belt, and the atom bomb came the revival in the 1970s of nineteenth-century Prussian philosopher Frederich Nietzsche's declamation that "God is dead," which may have unwittingly triggered the fighting spirit in the rest of us to discover our true spirituality. Our soul was crying out to recover. And, in fact, we are recovering. The shift is now occurring. Since the middle of the twentieth century, when the human-potential movement began, we have been searching to find our way back to God. Fueled by a deep and unsatisfied craving, an awareness that the power must pass from the few to the many has been growing. Many of us want to control our own spiritual destiny, even if we enjoy participating in spiritual community and worship. On a very intuitive level, we want to have our own conversation with God, a more direct tie as Moses had. Spurred on by Freud and Jung, who deepened our self-knowledge, we have figured out that if we tame the ego we can become our very best selves, our spiritual selves, and be in an ongoing dialogue with the wonderful God who is there to help and guide us. With His incredible sense of timing, God knows that the shift is taking place and He is aware of the window of opportunity that opened with the dawn of the new millennium. Ever ready to welcome us back, God has a whole repertory of techniques He is using to get our attention. He uses so-called coincidences and synchronicities -- unplanned interactions between two or more people -- and His messages are carried to us at very important moments in books and billboards, in poems and on the radio. God finds us where we live and He is definitely multimedia. Some may say this is all wild and crazy wishful thinking, the product of my vivid imagination. But I will tell you that to dismiss what I'm saying is to miss out on an extraordinary relationship with God that can bring you guidance, strength, and peace of mind. Pain and Suffering Humans are the souls who choose to come to earth to learn and grow by taking on a physical body. Earth is a school with stiff requirements for the souls who make the trip. First of all, every soul has a lesson plan, and pain and suffering are the teachers. Nobody on earth escapes heartache. Pain seems to be the hallmark of the human condition. But if you stop and think about it, pain can be a blessing in disguise. Pain tests our attitudes. It often sneaks up on us and strikes when we least expect it. Will we be models of optimism like Michael J. Fox, who called his autobiography about living with Parkinson's disease Lucky Man? Or will we allow adversity to crush us? We have a choice. Pain provides us with an opportunity to discover our strengths, to help us stretch and grow, to realize that we are spiritual beings with great powers. If we are anything like one of my favorite characters, Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, the pain helps us to realize there's no place like home. Through suffering, we reach out for help and try to get back to the source. Divine Energy Mrs. Schuler, who taught Sunday School when I was a boy growing up in Baptist Birmingham, had some very fixed views about God. She conveyed an impression of God as an old man with a long, white beard sitting in a big gold throne holding the Judgment book in His hand. Those who see God this way have my respect, but my vision has changed dramatically in my six decades of life. I now see God as a vortex of energy -- pure, powerful, and the source of all life, including our own. Being of God makes each of us an indestructible bit of divine energy -- a soul, if you will. In the earth school, where pain is the teacher, energy is the unifying force. Energy is not only the basis of all solid matter -- it's also the substance out of which all of our emotions and thoughts are made. That's why it is so important to be mindful of what we think and feel, to be constructive with our thoughts and emotions, and not let grievances and ill intentions hang over us. The tiny, energetic pulses radiating out of our hearts and our minds can carry a positive or a negative charge. That charge influences both the force field around us as well as the larger universe. Einstein said we live in an energy universe, and, of course, we do. Matter is energy slowed down, and massive energy is released when the smallest particles of matter are divided. Each human being is a divinely charged energy system, part of God's cosmic design. When you share what is in your heart with someone else, there is an energy exchange as emotions pass between two people. When you make love, that, too, is an energy exchange, an intermingling of force fields. Energy is also involved in some of life's darker transactions. When one person manipulates another person, that is an energy grab. Perhaps you've met an energy vampire -- someone you feel sucks you dry each time you meet or talk. Energy is really at the bottom of a great many activities because that is God's design and we are His work of art. The new language, God's language, is also an energy system -- a divine one -- that can be useful in encouraging us, making us feel connected, and steering us in the right direction. Our task is to engage the energy flow. As we begin our journey of discovery of how to do this, here is one secret word that I offer to anyone in need of help: Ask. Remember that line in the Bible, "Ask and you shall receive"? Well, when you aren't sure if you are headed in the right direction, ask for help. Ask often and with an open heart. Throughout each day, check in with God and see what you hear or see or learn. Become sensitive to the new language and the guidance it offers. Like any skill, your sensitivity to God's guidance will develop slowly and with practice. That's the journey we are going on in this book. Clearing, listening, practicing, and refining our skills. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I have a confession to make. I didn't always know this language and how to use it to hear God -- to go where He led, to do what He told me was wise. It took a long time for me to get there. And I still make a lot of mistakes. I was the prodigal child and I went astray. I had a lot to learn. A wise man once said that we teach what we need to learn. So, let's begin with my story, how I came to clear and eventually hear God in the language I speak today. Copyright © 2003 by Albert Clayton Gaulden Chapter 2: Blanche and the Angels Blanche ironed for my family every Wednesday. Poor people in the forties couldn't afford automobiles, so she rode the streetcar from the ghetto to our apartment in Elyton Village, a federally funded public-housing development in Birmingham, Alabama, known as the Projects. Back then, my family used public transportation for the same reason Blanche did -- we were poor and had no alternative. Living in Elyton Village was tough on me, a sensitive child easily upset by gruff talk and rough play. The brick-and-asphalt jungle full of families trying to cope with life after the Depression spooked me. Because I had been born with clubfeet, I was not an athletic child, so the community center that beckoned my brothers and sisters to sporting events held no appeal for me. I much preferred staying at home, especially when Blanche was there, washing and ironing and baring her soul. "Child, I am mighty grateful to your momma for this job," she once said with a smile that expressed the appreciation she felt for the chance to come to our house and spend time with me. "You are a fine young man." Growing up, I remember summertimes with Blanche vividly. Each Wednesday, from mid-June when school let out until classes resumed in early September, I would peer out of Momma's bedroom window and watch Blanche walking toward our building in her print housedress, always carrying a shopping bag and an umbrella -- rain or shine. Her gray hair was tied in a bun crowning a face that conveyed a no-nonsense attitude laced with dignity. She always walked tall. "Mr. Albert?" she would call when she came in the door. Having seen her coming, I was on my way to greet her, ready for our familiar ritual. To begin, Blanche ironed and sang spirituals while I read my books. Then, after I had put away the clothes, clutching each warm piece as if it were part of her, I would hope for a little time to talk before she departed. I'd plant my elbows at the end of the ironing board and confide what was going on in my life -- mostly the problems that stemmed from feeling lonely. "What's wrong with me?" I would ask. "I'm not like the other kids. I don't feel like I belong." Blanche listened and then held forth. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweet thing. You are like that litter of pups I had last week. Four of them were brown as your momma's head, and one was spotted. He was different, and that's the one I love the most. Don't ask me why, but it is the truth." Years later, after I had struggled with a sense of right and wrong clouded by alcoholism, I would hear Blanche's voice and cling to the life raft of words that came to me in her many sermons. "There isn't anything in this world that God can't fix. But He's busy. Real busy. So He has angels that come around and talk in your head. They make things all right, Mr. Albert. They make things all right." "How do you know when it's His angels trying to talk to you, Blanche?" "You know when you get the tingle. From your head to your toes you tingle. The angels take you over." Blanche died in the seventies. I was living in California at the time and could not return home for her funeral. I had made several bad turns in my life and gone down some very mean roads. But her words still rang in my head. Copyright © 2003 by Albert Clayton Gaulden Chapter 3: When Things Fall Apart I will never forget my first taste of alcohol. It was l957. I had dropped out of college in an attempt to put some money in the bank and was working as a messenger with a law firm in Birmingham. Assigned to deliver legal documents, I made my way across town to the Tutwiler Hotel on a scorching-hot day with a package marked "urgent." "Darling," the client purred as the door to her opulent suite swung open. "Come in. Come in. In that little envelope you are carrying the key to my prison cell." Though temporarily blinded by the sun streaming through the large French windows, I could not help but notice that the dishwater blonde standing before me was an exotic woman with crushed ruby lips. She was wearing a flamboyant red peignoir and a lot of gold jewelry. She thrust a cold martini glass into my hand. "Cheers," she said, clinking her glass against mine. Until that moment, alcohol had never touched my lips. I grew up Baptist Christian in the Deep South in the 1940s and 1950s and had walked a path of born-again living and Bible study. I emerged at age twenty-one a rather self-righteous party-pooper. After my beloved Blanche had retired, my devotion had shifted to a new friend named Jesus. I foreswore alcohol in His name. I vowed never to tip a glass and had kept to my word. Now I was draining the last drops of the forbidden fruit and asking for more. For the next twenty years, I couldn't get enough. No matter how many times I reached for a bottle, I heard a voice echoing in my head, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You'll never amount to anything. When are you going to straighten up and fly right?" It was Momma's voice. She had divorced Daddy when I was nine years old. Although I like to think that she did so because he was abusive to his children, I suspect she had reasons of her own for ending the marriage. Life in our house was hard, with little income and many mouths to feed. Mother worked every day as a secretary and her hard life left her bitter, with precious little emotion to shower on my brothers and sisters and me. Not once do I remember Momma telling us that she loved us or that she was proud of anything we did. As far back as I can recall, each of us was an island, separate and starving for some encouragement. I sought refuge in the happy endings of double features at the movies and got lifted higher than a kite on music played in church and on the radio. A chorus of the stir-'em-up gospel standard "Nearer My God to Thee" could rouse me to my feet much the same as a pop-chart hit like "Earth Angel." Art also lifted me up. When our elementary school class visited the museum, I would practically walk into the large splashy paintings on display. Looking back, I believe my sensitivity was leading me into a life of escape, which was taking shape in my mind, where I would play make-believe games. When I was a small child, for instance, I began assigning gender designations to colors and numbers, deciding that red was male and yellow was female, while four and five were boys and three was a girl. I believed in Santa Claus longer than most kids and hoped that a guardian angel would rescue me from the horrors of real life. These horrors included my father's behavior, my family's poverty, and especially my clubfeet. The period from 1957 until 1979 is something of a blur for me. Moving from Birmingham to New York, Atlanta to Mobile, Mobile to California, I never felt connected to anything. I never kept a job for very long. I worked in advertising, sold real estate and ladies ready-to-wear. By 1979, I was dead broke, unemployable, and living in a postage stamp­size apartment in Long Beach, California, driving a beat-up old clunker. In the quiet of my mind, I would sometimes drift back to the idyllic days I spent in church memorizing the scriptures. One verse often reverberated in my head. "What does the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy and to walk humbly with thy God?" "Who was God, anyway?" I wondered. Little did I know at the time, it was only when I hit bottom and was ready to confront my alcoholism some months later that I began to hear that voice. Copyright © 2003 by Albert Clayton Gaulden Excerpted from Signs and Wonders: Understanding the Language of God by Albert Clayton Gaulden All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Forewordp. xi
Introductionp. xiii
Part I Listening for the Voice
1. What Do You See? What Do You Hear? What Do You Feel?p. 3
2. Blanche and the Angelsp. 11
3. When Things Fall Apartp. 15
4. Turning Up the Volumep. 19
5. Forgiveness Is the Path to Clearingp. 23
6. Through the Looking Glassp. 29
7. Starting Overp. 35
Part II Breaking Through to the New Language
8. Defining the New Languagep. 43
9. Learning to Speak the New Languagep. 57
10. The Language of Coincidencep. 67
11. The Language of Synchronicityp. 73
12. The Language of Signs and Wondersp. 81
13. The Language of God-by-Proxyp. 85
14. The Language of Dreamsp. 91
15. Confirming What You Hearp. 101
16. Questions Worth Askingp. 105
17. What It Means to Prayp. 113
18. Thy Will Be Donep. 119
Part III Improving Your Reception of the New Language
19. Now It's Your Turn to Still the Mind and Meditatep. 129
20. Deflating Egop. 139
21. Your Family as Mirrorp. 151
22. Remembering Who You Really Arep. 161
23. Practicing Forgivenessp. 171
Part IV The Power and Promise of the New Language
24. You, the Tuning Forkp. 185
25. Change You and Change the Worldp. 191
26. The Dawning Age of Miraclesp. 201
27. Let the Power Passp. 205
Part V Questions and Answers about the New Language
28. Exploring the New Languagep. 209
Part VI Resources
About the Sedona Intensivep. 217
Have You Experienced the New Language?p. 219
Bibliographyp. 221
Acknowledgmentsp. 225
Indexp. 229