MY JOURNEY INTO THE MIRACULOUS
I felt my consciousness slipping away as Rocky, my bulldog and faithful protector, stood right beside me, guarding me from oncoming cars. Lying in the middle of the street as drivers swerved around me, I felt my Rocky’s soft licks on my cheeks as blood pooled beneath the back of my head.
“Help me, please,” I whispered. “Someone help me!” But no one could hear me.
I sensed my consciousness shifting between the Earthly world and the world of spirit. All around me I saw and heard angels as well as skeleton faces. The hazy faces of onlookers mixed with dark spirits coming in and out from the Other Side. Yet the angels held me up. I awoke from my Out-of-Body Experience to find my dog and many people gathered around me. Amazingly, not one car had hit me because Rocky had shielded me like a guardian angel. I’d experienced the entirety of the dark side trying to come after me, but I was saved by the love of the angelic realm and the Holy Spirit.
Looking back on my life, I’ve had a remarkable
journey, filled with both intense challenges and miraculous blessings. These days, people know me as a medical medium, or medical intuitive, and a healer. This means that I have the ability to see into the bodies of people and animals and detect all manner of medical conditions, past and present, both physical and emotional. Then, having identified what ailments they may be suffering from, I work with them to bring forth the healing energy of the Holy Spirit in order to relieve their suffering and achieve remarkable improvement in their condition.
These healings are miraculous in nature because they depend on Divine intervention and the loving grace of God, The Holy Spirit, Christ Conscious, the Universal Divine Oneness that permeates us all. There are many names for God, but the Divine Essence, the Divine Truth of God, encompasses -- and surpasses -- them all. In my practice, I welcome people of all walks of life, of all faiths -- and even no faith at all. Indeed, I have even had many atheists come to me, arriving in a state of disbelief in God -- only to receive a miraculous healing which transformed their bodies and minds, just as it opened their hearts to the life-changing knowledge that despite their disbelief, God’s love for them was so profoundly deep and complete that they, too, were always welcome to partake of the healing waters of God’s miraculous wellspring. It is not religious belief which mat- ters for healing -- what matters is willingness to receive God’s healing with a free will and an open heart. It’s my privileged role to facilitate this connection between God and the recipient of the healing, and I have been blessed to both witness and participate in countless thousands of such miraculous healings.
How did I come to this place in my life? Sometimes even I am amazed at the circuitous route, filled with countless twists and turns, that led me here. And it wasn’t always easy. In fact,
despite moments of Divine Grace, it’s usually been extraordinarily challenging. I grew up in a household broken by divorce after my father was taken prisoner during the war in Vietnam. My mother was prone to substance abuse, which was compounded by her choices in men, which often resulted in cruelty, misunderstanding, and neglect. I often felt like I didn’t fit in with my family, like I didn’t belong, like I wasn't welcomed or embraced. My father and my German grandmother were the exceptions, and they showed me what it meant to be loved, wanted, and understood. I was raised in the Jewish faith from this side of my family, while I received Catholicism from my mother’s side.
I was undoubtedly perceived by some to be an unusual child -- though what is unusual to some is in fact remarkable to others. As a small girl, I found a dead bird on the sidewalk. I carefully scooped the lifeless creature into my hands … and felt the bird miraculously come to life within my fingers. Since birth, my hands were marked with lines that made a little boy not want to hold hands with me. I told him my hands were reincarnated and God had forgotten to give me new hands, This got me into trouble with both the principal and my mother. Still, I was a spiritual child, even walking myself to church, and often wearing a veil over my head to emulate the nuns and Mother Mary who fascinated me. Even at a very young age, beginning at six months, my eyes would blink in curious patterns that distressed my mother to the point that she repeatedly urged me to stop. Seeking to please her, I finally suppressed my blinking in an attempt to make her happy. And I succeeded. But the price I had to pay was high, as I suddenly felt that I had severed within myself a treasured connection to the spiritual world, and to God, which left me heartbroken. Coming of age, I volunteered in hospitals, then became a nurse. I also studied acting and worked hard to integrate these two worlds as a medical consultant on various TV shows -- my dream job.
But, as often happens in life, God had other plans for me. Continued Pg 9
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