Flight Beyond the Stars
Stories of Traveling Life's Distances Toward Wholeness and Creativity
Dust Jacket Hardcover
FLIGHT BEYOND THE STARS What is it you want? We struggle to become successful, to achieve. We learn as children to "wish upon a star." Flight Beyond the Stars suggests new heights to dream of, to desire, and to achieve. In a competitive and specialized society Dr. Kelsey offers expanses and freedom. The author believes and shows how the tangible, the here and now, is the take-off platform, for knowing and creating the journey to the metaphysical realities which the soul craves: self-satisfaction, right relationships, fulfillment, and a sense of truth and beauty in existence. Seeing clearly what is in front of one, transports to the beyond. The book illustrates story of places and things to help the reader focus on their value. Objects become talismans to cherish and experiences become testaments of a genuinely appreciated life with all of its challenges. It is as if the balance of negative and positive create the space necessary to see clearly for the flight. Crossing the equator and yet coming home to a known, genuine self is the journey. In paperback: “About the Author” at end of book in both books. In the paper back, flaps info will follow “About the Author.”
Sometimes you Have to See the Ocean, Part II Watching the beautiful bodies, I listened to the hotel band music swaying the people into the water and back again. I was sitting under an umbrella in a chaise lounge, relaxing like other people, no longer an observer, standing on the outside of life. It was time for me to get dressed and to return to the salon for a Jacuzzi before getting ready for the dinner show. On the beach, I decided to dress and it seemed to take as long for discreet dressing as it did undressing. Returning to the beach check-out-cabana, I washed the sand off my feet before heading down to the salon. As I walked through the pool gate, past the check-out center for beach chairs, I heard the band from next door playing “Tiny Bubbles.” When I had gone to hear Don Ho the last time I was in Honolulu, he gave us signed cards with our name and his, signed with the word, “Ohana” Family. Before my trip, not knowing I would go to Hawaii, I had sent Don Ho a fax hoping for some kind of connection. The fax was the response in part to his internet page which I had read in the local library in the middle of winter. He beckoned; “Don Ho gives you your wish from Hawaii.” There was nothing else available from the internet ad. Someone else had won the trip and the song would not play on the sound portion. I wrote to him saying I was spiritually attuned to Hawaii and loved her. Hearing the band play Tiny Bubbles struck me with its timeliness. What a lovely offer for me to be able to use the salon for the day. It almost felt as if I had expanded my room to my own spa. I would be able to shower and relax and get ready for the dinner at the magic show. Through the colonnade corridor, down the carpeted hallway, across the garden through an art gallery on the lower level, I entered the salon. When I opened the door to the Jacuzzi, I saw a five-foot high mountain of bubbles, the water was running and the bubbles kept growing. Frantically and quietly, I knocked on every door in the massage parlor. I had to tell someone to “turn back the ocean.” When a young man came out to help me, he saw the mountain and explained, “I don’t know who ordered this up for you.” Sheepishly, I gave testimony to the universe, not wanting to think or say Tiny Bubbles or Don Ho. Sometime later, I thought of the hotel band playing when I walked through the beach gate to go to the Jacuzzi. I wondered how my Japanese interest would be carried further on this trip. I hoped I would be with some Japanese people at the magic show and, of course, I was seated with a tourist group of twenty-five Japanese people. There was one seat left next to the only one who spoke English and just as soon as I was seated by the hostess, she came by again and re-seated me at another table, next to an American couple. Upset that I could not continue sitting with the Japanese, I asked the hostess to be moved back; she was not going to let me! I became insistent about the place where I wanted to sit, and so she moved me back. When I looked around, almost the whole room was filled with Japanese tourists and the girl sitting next to me reminded me that “Japan is only five hours away.” She, too, was a teacher and we had talked about the appeal of my life story workshops at her school. The couple across the table shared their smiles and the printed program for the evening. They graciously nodded hello, many times, when she explained who I was. What great, wondering disappearing people and energetic fire dancing, an extravaganza sight and sound show. The theme “Magic is seeing and seeing is believing” whirled like a pinwheel inspiring awe, as if there was no ending or beginning. Finally, I could see there was no ending and beginning. Truly seeing is believing; believing is seeing. I wondered about the truth that the magic show was trying to illustrate and my own faith. At the finale, the whole cast squeezed into a tiny hut on stilts and on command the house disappeared. A fantastic visual as the magician called out, “Building your house on concrete, seeing is not reliable either.” The turnabout that confirmed his message was in reality, “faith is the necessary ingredient, because even in the end, seeing is not believing.”—A highly entertaining, complex experience to create faith in the audience. During the show, I had established eye contact and energy with the beautiful hula dancer, the star of the show. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in body and spirit. When she came off the stage with the other performers to walk through the audience, she saw that she was near me. She excitedly came over to hug me. It seemed that I was her focus. How wonderful! After the performance, the Japanese girl who I sat next to at dinner sought me out of the crowd and asked me to stand with her parents for a picture. Someone else took the picture of all of us and she took down my address so that she could send me the picture and be in touch with me. The show was over. Musing and meditatively I walked through splendorous tropical plants and pools of the gardens joining the hotel toward the beach walk. As I circled around the very large planter with the ocean walk in full view, my eye caught the shine of a photo on the ground. When I stooped to pick it up, oh, my heart sank. A pornographic photo. What a contrast with the beautiful imprint of the lovely hula dancer and the picture of my new Japanese friend with me. I thought of the truth I knew that evil brings itself up against the beauty of truth. Ugliness reared its horrible head and also demanded also to be seen. Equal time. Looking out toward the ocean, I looked forward to my massage. This trip was not over, even at the end of my walk back to the hotel.
Characterizing herself as a caretaker of spaces, Jacqueline Kelsey lives rigorously building home wherever she lives and travels. Mostly at home near water and mountains she paradoxically develops her dreams along the railroad track near her Apple Shed in the rural Midwest. Dr. Kelsey is an alternative learner and leads others to connect and receive from out of the way people in society. Her greatest teachers are humble people and animals Wisdom of sixteen personas with dementia taught her about her own worth; during her major transition. She portrays them in the CD Listening in the Moment to Timeless Folks. After a full career of teaching literature and writing in college and high schools, she became a teacher educator at the university level. Her research prepared the way for abandoning traditional learning in order to sing out with abandon and let her voice follow its own flow. The toning led her to perceive the chorus with others in a worldview based on nature. To give over to a new person meant giving up old ways and dependencies. Seeking new sources and connections required freedom and insecurity, and being in the dark about outcome. After fifteen years of leading workshops on life story writing she recorded and performed her written stories of experiences with animals as teachers. In Beneath The Tall Black Door, 2011 she created seven parables for perceiving solutions to life problems as she encountered wild animals in the North Woods of the East, her second home. Her interdisciplinary doctoral treatise on a nature-based worldview freed her to fly in the dark, beyond the stars to live creatively, to find her own creative expression and to accept a faith that God is in her everyday world. Jacqueline realized her dream to connect with original peoples in Hawaii, the Northwest, and the South Pacific. FLIGHT BEYOND THE STARS is Jacque's story of development over six years portrayed through selected stories which show her sojourn. She says she was aware of the process because she wrote the stories as she lived the experiences. Adventurous and risking taking, she has the "time of her life," all of the time, forever.
I loved the book and could hardly put it down. I read it in two days. There are parts I want to go
back to. Getting to know Jacque better was the best part. I did not know she was a teacher. One felt she was talking to friends. The many pictures of the local places I know was great. When she traveled far away she showed bravery when she did without money and food. You could see she believed in God around her.
I couldn't put down the book. I read it in two days. There are parts I want to come back to. The author makes her readers feel like they are her friends. I got to know her better from the experiences
she tells about; I hadn't known she was a teacher. In her travels I thought she was brave to be with
so little resources. You can tell that God is around her.
This book relates many vivid accounts from the author’s life experiences…with heady accomplishment, bitter disappointment, wrenching loneliness and loving relationships. Her writing reflects a person assuredly independent, and divinely sympathetic.
Those familiar with Dr. Kelsey’s other writings and recordings will recognize this woman who relates easily with gentle creatures and people, and with the simplest pleasures, wherever she is. It isn’t the popular tourist attractions nor the rich and famous, nor merchants of “priceless values” that hold her fascination and devotion. It is those she meets on her long trips or in visits to the nursing home; it is time with old and new friends in her hometown; it is the small wild animals at her front door; it is the sunrise on the water and the breeze across the prairie. It is possessions and places that remind us of loved ones and special times held dearest, near and far. It is giving homage to family and forbears who have shown the way and molded our lives. These are the treasures she shares with us, in Flight Beyond the Stars.
Flight is a rewarding read throughout, with lovely prologues to each chapter and vignettes of occasions and adventures that hold meaning for those who want growth throughout life. That said, it is not always pleasant, or smooth-going or easy to digest. It is, moreover, a lovingly prepared banquet of candor, sometimes pungent, sometimes sweet, always nourishing. Our host serves generously from her own stores, food for growth.
I am just over halfway through the book, but already it is like no other I have read. Jacqueline’s style is neither painstakingly studied nor streamlined for speed. Although she is world-traveled, the author remains a product of the bountiful Midwest who speaks plainly, but always as a gentlewoman. She has invited us to sit by her fireside, to hear and see some of what allows her to revere all that is on the earth, and beyond the stars.
Notably, this author shares with her readers like a true friend. Friendship inspires growth.
Jacque gave fantastic stories of her life in Flight Beyond the Stars. She enabled us to think about how we can make our lives more like our dreams by being more creative. I admire her courage to have followed her dreams. I especially liked "Sometimes you have to see the ocean". Her trip to Honolulu inspired me to be able to follow my own dreams. I am working on how to have the quality of life I want.
Nettie J. Stone
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