"Shoe Box to Silver Shoes" with Trisha by Stephen D. Smith/ 1999 / 176 pages. *****

Forward from the book
I dedicate this book to all humanity.

I sincerely hope this book has given a little more understanding to you all. No matter what your life journey, and what path of destiny we decide to take, with all the trials and tribulations along the way, we may succeed with love and understanding, without malice and bitterness.

"Shoebox to Silver Shoes" was meant to be written and I wanted to open up all the corners of my heart with the truth for all to share, and to show that for all the pains and sorrows you can succeed and remain eternally close to the higher life -- the universal love that is the very essence of our spirit.

Whatever damnation or pain enters your life it is imperative you conquer with love and acceptance, and try always to have compassion for your fellow man.

It was upsetting for me to reflect back upon my life, especially my so-called "childhood".  But I now accept and understand I had to endure all these experiences for the moulding of the woman and the Medium I am today.  You can't possibly comfort others if you haven't felt the heartache within yourself.  This bonds the empathy between one soul and another.

I hope "Shoebox to Silver Shoes" will bring the fulfillment and understanding to you all, and bring you serenity, solace and peace no matter what you endure.

Some secrets will have to remain close in my heart and die with me as they are too painful to re-awaken.  However my dear friends, I wish you all peace and contentment and may blessings go with you on your life's journey.

I would particularly like to thank my friend Stephen Smith without whose efforts, hard work, and understanding and kindness this book would not have been written.

May God bless you all always.

Trisha

In The Beginning

The knocking on the convent door could barely be heard; possibly it was the hesitance or even the reluctance of the visitor, but it was some time before a nun recognized the tap-tap-tapping on the huge oak door.

The sound of creaking drowned the final encounter between human form and wooden panels, but as the mighty prison-like door gathered the momentum to let the bright sunshine into the grey yard, the visitor had gone; all that was left to evidence the intrusion was a new shoe-box placed precariously on the third step from the pavement.  But for a word scrawled untidily on the top and sides of the container in fierce red ink, the nun may not have noticed the mysterious object.

Quite what she thought when she read the word 'freak' emblazoned on the cover, or more importantly saw what was within, we will never know.  Perhaps it is best that we do not.