UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: writing

  • Why Are We Here? A Numerologist’s Return to the Numbers…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life. About why we’re here on this strange, beautiful, sometimes brutal earth plane. About what it all means and whether there really is some deeper order beneath the chaos. Funny thing is, I used to have answers for those questions. Or at least, I thought I did. Years…

  • Episode 48 – The Soul Contract Nobody Warned Me About..

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Soul Contract Nobody Warned Me About Or: Who Signed Me Up for Bully & Fanny?! Long before I set foot (or boot) on this turf, I apparently had a meeting. A cosmic, high-vibrational, incense-filled kind of meeting. Picture it: velvet robes, lots of knowing nods and probably a harp playing softly in the background.…

  • The Will, the Drama, and the Silence of Bully..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Scene: A cozy kitchen in the great beyond. A kettle whistles. There’s the soft clink of china, the rustle of angel robes and the faint smell of turf, lavender and a hint of disapproval. My dearly departed crew have gathered to discuss current events from Faurel Hill. Mom (wiping her hands on a ghostly tea…

  • Hello from the Other Side..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Hello from the Other Side, It’s your mother. Yes, I finally get a turn. I had to wrestle this letter out of your father’s hands, he’s been hogging the afterlife stationery like it’s toilet paper in a snowstorm. He and a few of the boys have reorganized poker night for the third time this week.…

  • The Bigger Picture – What It All Means

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    Mae Faurel
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    At the end of the day this whole ordeal has forced me to confront some hard truths about family, loyalty and fairness. It’s easy to get caught up in the drama, the manipulation and the hurt. But when the dust settles, you realize that people’s actions speak louder than their words. Some folks, whether intentionally…

  • Family, Ghosting and the Art of Folding ‘Em

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    Mae Faurel
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    Hey kid, Figured it was about time I checked in again. I don’t say much up here, old habits die hard, apparently. But I’ve been watching. And thinking. There’s a lot of quiet in the afterlife. Gives a man time to reflect on the things he said, the things he didn’t and the things he…

  • Ghosted by the Living..

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Executors, Siblings & Solicitors Vanish Like Smoke Let’s talk about the silence. Not the dignified kind. The deafening kind.The kind where emails are left unread. Phone calls fade into nothing.The kind where you start wondering if your own grief has made you invisible. Welcome to Ghosting: Probate Edition. What Is Ghosting in the World…

  • Episode 45 – Granny Frass’s Golden Rule…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass’s Golden Rule: Blood is Thicker Than Bank Accounts. You know, back in Granny Frass’s day, family wasn’t something you negotiated with. It wasn’t a transaction or a competition. It was a given. You were born into the tribe and that meant you belonged. For better or worse. Granny Frass didn’t just raise her…

  • A Word from Granny Frass…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, look who finally sat still long enough to hear from their old granny. I’ve been meaning to send a message down but between teaching the angels how to compost and replanting the rose beds by the Pearly Gates – they were a mess, bless them – I’ve had my hands full. You’d think…

  • Episode 43 – Breed ‘Em Mean, Raise ‘Em Righteous..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Ah, the miracle of parenthood. Some teach kindness. Others pass down recipes, tools or slightly wonky heirlooms from the good room. And then there’s Bully – generational trauma’s most enthusiastic courier service. Forget lullabies and love. In Bully’s household, the bedtime story sounds like: ‘Once upon a time, your aunt was born and she’s been…