E-Book Excerpt Pennsylvania Voices On Healing: Cancer Survival Through Prayer, Painting and Writing

Pennsylvania Voices On Healing: Cancer Survival Through Prayer, Painting and Writing





Maryann Pasda DiEdwardo and Patricia J. Pasda



All characters and places in this work are fictional and any resemblance to persons or places living or dead is purely coincidental.











To Jesus





Who has gifted Patti Pasda with the survival of cancer to aid others through prayer, painting and writing. Patti continues to guide through her many books paintings and lectures for children as well as adults.



















“And even some years ago, when they had revolted from the way which God had given them, to walk therein, they were destroyed in battles by many nations, and very many of them were led away captive into a strange land.”



Book of Judith

Chapter 5

Holy Bible





Part One





1 Kings Chapter 10 And the king made silver to be in Jerusalem as stones, and cedars made he to be as the sycamore trees that are in the vale, for abundance.



Psalm 148

Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars







Chapter I









We call this chapter Whisper since that is how we first learned of this tale. We traveled through a small town called Journey in the state of Pennsylvania, United States, Planet of Earth. Curiosity filled us every time we saw a building with a door that had no steps. As the door was about five feet from the ground, we often thought of who lived there and why the steps had been taken away for a new design that clearly made the door unless.



Then, we also looked over the keen hills and valleys of the town and saw the past sweep before us as a dream. The story of Journey expanded for us to represent that state where we were born into and the state where we will probably die too. As she breathes life into us, this land, land we know as Pennsylvania, fulfills life: the place of happiness, sadness, pain, waves of contentment and resentment. We find forgiveness in the rivers of the state and memories that fill us with gentleness through the art of story.



Land knows no boundaries. Dirt, sand, piles of moss exist and float as life forces of the planet earth. Pennsylvania Voices is a series about horses who helped the inhabitants of Pennsylvania understand the land. On a ride through Journey, we found our hearts.







Prayer has inspired us to write.

The horse prophet is prayer to Jesus unfolding in a symbolic way as a tribute to those who do not know Jesus yet, but who here the whispers of the Holy Spirit through the creatures that God placed upon the earth to help humans.



Maryann and Patti













Always the Wind







Chapter 2









Here is a story that seems to be told with the strength of the past voices of horse prophets who have helped us in our journey home. The town of Journey in Pennsylvania sweeps the land with beautiful contrasts. To the north are the coal mines and to the south are the rivers. In 2006, those who inhabit Journey are more interested in the termination of the use of fossil fuels. The fight for global warming trend has been a cause for awhile. But there are more internal causes that seem more important to us. Those are the battles for life and death when disease takes over the body.



Four hundred snows after the first prehistoric artifact laid upon the earth in a region called North America, the antiquity tribe of Nez Perce were the gentry of the Pacific Northwest. Calmly, the path of the first generations grew, changed, fled and disappeared. But their influence, the artifacts, would remain. It is that very gift of the earth that saved a special stone, a bright but small piece imbedded with the bone of a horse prophet that traveled with the package of a cedar tree sent to cheer a man dying of cancer, that would provide the voice and spirit who tells this tale. Beyond mere animal behavior and physical existence they possess the wisdom of all the generations, follow the law of the herd and soothe those who listen. They listen to the wind and if you quietly wait, you can hear the wind too.





Some stories must be told. Stories so great in depth they burst forth in writing like a butterfly from its cocoon. This is such a story: of the gift horses freely share with those who listen and understand. Myth presents us with a chance to dream of a past, present and future that soar with the possibilities of the horse as a prophet who enlightens humans.





Moonlight rays swept over the waves and hit the black rocks near the shore. When the sun rose the light flickered across the water and the rocks became azure reflections of the ocean’s blue. The townspeople called this place rocky winds, for the winds blew consistently and endlessly over the sand and rocks. Shells flickered n the light and gulls flew overhead. Here the wind, the sea, the people and the land were one.







The sun had just risen as my friend, Allison, glanced out the van window at this modest community and the lighthouse that was to be their new home. She paused for a few minutes to pick up a bright stone that caught her eye. The wind whistled through the van window. The black of the rocks turned to azure as the sun rose higher in the sky and the water reflected the light of the new day and the wind howled. The stone seemed to call to her so she kept it in her right pocket.