Cathy Cash Spellman

New York Times & International Best Selling Author

Faith


I Meet the Faeries in North Carolina

Sunday, May 13th, 2018

  My dear friend Reverend Marian Starnes was a spiritual powerhouse.  A compassionate healer, a gifted medium, a loving friend to any in need. She founded The Brigade of Light and on the advice of an Angel named Gary (I’m not making this up) bought a property of 250 acres of pristine beauty on a [ Read More ]

I Meet a Bona Fide Saint in New Jersey!

Sunday, April 8th, 2018

I Meet a Bona Fide Saint in New Jersey Just after I finished writing Bless the Child and sent off my manuscript to the publisher, an acquaintance whom I didn’t know well, told me a world famous Jain Monk, revered by millions as a Saint, was coming to an Ashram in New Jersey. She said [ Read More ]

What Would Jesus Do About the Catholic Church?

Friday, February 8th, 2013

I was raised an Irish Catholic.  6 a.m. Mass most mornings, Novenas every Tuesday night, First Fridays every month and as many rosaries as could be squeezed in between.  To say nothing of choir practice for the Sunday Mass. I was taught by the long-suffering nuns and was usually their chosen debater to be sent [ Read More ]

Saving the Soul of the World

Saturday, November 17th, 2012

Chief Arvol Looking Horse, Lakota Sioux Visionary and Prophecy Keeper of the White Buffalo Pipe, has a powerful message for all of us, one that leaves no doubt about the role assigned to us in these chaotic and dangerous times.  The simple dynamic beauty of his words really touched me so I’d like to pass [ Read More ]

Religion Isn’t Gospel

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

The recent avalanche of faux Religiosity (as opposed to true Spirituality), as well as the endless God-and-Bible-Speak of the recent Presidential “debates” has really set my teeth on edge.  The idea of religion being used to serve a political agenda was never a good one – as the Founding Fathers made perfectly clear in their [ Read More ]

The Heart That Once Truly Loves Never Forgets

Sunday, April 10th, 2011

When my daughter died, I couldn’t find the strength to say the words aloud.  Passed away, I could manage, as if she still hovered somewhere just outside my reach.  Died was final and irrevocable and I simply could not say the word. The first few weeks after her death were a haze of grief.  A [ Read More ]

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