I know that some of my readers may be uncomfortable when they read this Post... However, it seems that a part of the "Duty" (which was"assigned" to me) as one of the teachers/guides to the 5D: is to share this kind of information; in spite of the 'Resistance' I may receive...(Including that of My Inner Doubter) What I am about to share with you, may seem strange (even a bit "Scary") Some of the readers, may even begin to wounder about my 'Sanity'... (To be honest, I often wounder myself). Like you, I also have an 'Inner Doubter' and a 'Cynic', who are strongly connected to the the Third Dimension (3D) and refuse to let go... For a long time I was skeptical, when I heard rumors about 'Non Physical Entities', which are living among us... I have been studying Comparative Religion, read many books about people who went through such experiences, as well as having several of my own; it would take some time, before I became more open and willing to accept some of these strange experiences as valid!
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| The Ghost |
Allow me to share with you, one of these amazing experiences... A long time friend called to ask if he may come to see me (rather see Dr Shira the"Therapist"!) Jerry was very nervous, saying he didn't want to tell me much on the phone, because what he is about to share with me, is 'Very Strange' and even Scary... It seems that Jerry, who is a building contractor, was given a remodeling job, for a portion of a large hospital in L.A At one point, he he took several photos in order to be reminded, which supplies he has to bring after the long weekend... When Jerry developed the photos, he was amazed to see an image of a "Partially dressed woman", who seemed to be partially 'Transparent'... Jerry's hand was shaking, as he handed me this photo..."I was pretty scared when I saw it, Shira... I have to admit, that it gave me the chills... What do x'You' think about it? After all you are the only one who realy knows who is into 'This Stuff'...X
I looked at Jerry, who at sixty, was the oldest one in our social group (As well as the Fittest!) He is over 6'3"and very strong, as the results of the 'Manual Labor' he has been doing, side by side his workers... As he was showing me the photo; it seemed as if he has 'Shrank' a little... I noticed that his hand, which was holding the photograph, was shaking... X." I swear to you Shira, this "Woman" was Not There, when I used my camera! 'What do You think? I said that the only explanation I can come up with, is that this 'Woman', who must have been very sick, when she was brought to the hospital, died as he was using his camera, at the same moment, her spirit was rising out of her body, on it's way to the Afterlife and Jerry (without realizing) captured in his camera this incredible moment...
Years ago, I was told by a well known Psychic, that I was going to help people, go through the process of death, by assisting their soul, in moving from the 3rd Dimension into the 5th... (The Old 'Garden of Eden')... At that time, I had no idea what this Psychic was talking about... As the years passed by and my 'Spiritual Education' expended; I became interested in the process of death and the Journey of the Soul after it leaves the body... I was reading books, attended lecturers and seminars, in order to learn more about this subject; sharing the information I received, with my clients and friends, as well as in my Blog At one point I told Helen (A close friend who became my client) that I was thinking about giving a lecture about this topic... Helen, who was much older then me, said (half joking) that since she is the oldest in our group and getting closer to 'Leave her Body', she would like to learn more about it and volunteered to invite a large group of her friends, to attend my up coming lecture:"There Is No Death!" It took place in her large and specious Condominium, overlooking the canals in Marina Del Ray...The lecture was very well received, which surprised me a bit; since 'Life After Death', was not quiet a topic of controversial, during those days....
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| Brendy & Gene |
Years later, Brandy (one of the first friends I made in California) attended this lecture and called to tell me, that her husband Gene (who was much older then her) was very ill and the hospice workers, informed her that his end was near... Brandy asked if I would come to help him go through the Death Process, since it was taking way too long and she wished to shorten his suffering..."Well, Brandy" I said. XX' I have never done this before... I am a Psychologist, not a Rabbi... But I do believe in "Life after Death". Since you are one of my closest friends, I will do my best to help Gene Cross Over..." I knew that Brendy's husband loved the Desert; where the two of them owned a second home. He also enjoyed Native American music . So the following day, I arrived at their home, with my Tape Recorder and the kind of music I knew Gene loved and was ready to do something, which I have never done before...
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Gene was lying in bed on his stomach... I turned on my recorder, so he could listen to the soft music and spoke, without thinking what I am about to say; letting the wards gently 'fly out' of my mouth... I asked Gene to relax, saying he is about to be going through an amazing experience, of 'Disconnecting and Releasing the Pain, from his sick body' and move into a new and more beautiful reality; Free of Physical Pain... I instructed him to think about all the people who hurt him and forgive them, then ask those He hurt, during his life to forgive him At one point, Gene's step daughter touched my arm and pointed at his foot, moving in the rhythm of the music...
Two days later, Brendy called to say, that her husband passed away peacefully... I could hear my 'Inner Critique' telling me, not to take too much credit, since it is obvious that Gene ,was going to die soon and didn't need my help to do so...X"He was a very sick man, whos time was up, with or without your help!" I have to admit that I was a bit hurt...
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| Anita & Mom |
Several years later, our friend Anita, called to say that her mother was very sick. Anita's mother who was living in Hong Kong, was visiting her daughter in LA, when she was rushed to the hospital... The doctors, who said there was no chance for recovery, advised to disconnect her from the 'Life Support'... However, in order to do so, they would need the consent of Anita's brother and sister, who were living in Hong Kong and refused to give it... At one point Anita, who was one of Helen's close friends, attended the lecture I gave, about Death and Dying, three years earlier... She now called and asked me, to please help her Mom ' 'Cross Over... For some reason, I was not aloud to visit the mother in the hospital, so I decided to try what I have never done before: Help this poor woman 'cross over', without being 'physically' next to her and asked Anita for her mother's full name, as well as the date and place of her birth... I then went out to the garden and put myself, into a light state of Meditation, Telepathically communicating with Anita's mom
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I have a vague memory, of giving my spiritual teachers Anita's mom, full name and date of birth, then asking her Guides, to help this poor suffering woman, (whos' doctors said has no hope of recovery) to Cross Over peacefully... I invited her guides to help liberate the soul of this suffering old lady, so she can be free of pain and help her, through her final journey to our 'Real Home': The one in heaven and Visualized myself, standing in front of her hospital bed, saying it was time for her spirit to leave... Since she was of the Buddhist faith, I directed my request to Buddha's spirit, as well as communicating with my own guides, asking for their assistance...
Two days later, Anita called to say that her mother past away and how relived she was, to know that her suffering is over... Once again, I heard the voices of my 'Inner Critique' and 'Doubter', reprimanding me... Saying how ridiculous and "Narcissistic" it was, to believe that I was the one, who helped Anita's mother to move on! XX"This woman, like Brendy's husband, was very sick... It was her time to go!" The voices said, to which my Combative Inner Voice, responded by saying: "Well, thank you for your sharing... however does it really matter 'What' caused Anita's mother death? We should celebrate the fact she no longer suffers!"
One of the most moving and 'heart breaking' cases, I have dealt with, was that of a client, with whom I have been working, on and off for quiet some time... During our therapy work, "Dana" was able to overcome many difficulties, including Failed Relationships with men... She eventually met the 'Right One' and was happily married... Two years later, I received her call, informing me that she gave birth to twin girls! The sad news was, that one of the babies was born with a Deformity in her Heart... The doctors recommended she stays in the hospital, since she was not going to last, more then a few days... Dana and her husband, refused to do so and took the two babies home...Two months went by and the baby was still alive, though she was unable to breath properly and would turn blue, ending up in the hospital time and again... At one point, the mother who took the baby back to the hospital, called me crying, asking if I could please, come with her to the hospital, to see the baby... I canceled the clients I was supposed to see, got into my car and drove to Dana's house, which was bout forty minutes away.After holding and playing with the robust, three months old healthy twin, Dana and I got into my car and drove to the hospital....
This poor baby's size, was about a third of her twin sister... She was lying in her small crib, attached to several IV's, looking so small and fragile, that I felt as if my heart was breaking..."What can I do? How can help?..." I silently asked God... I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths and felt how my mind was slowly becoming calm and clear... When I finally spoke, my voice sounded strange and void of emotions, as if it belonged to someone else... My words seemed to have a slight echo, as I was telling the mother that the reason her baby refuses to die, is because she knows how painful it would be for her parents... I stepped out and was waiting in the small sitting area, so Dana could be alone with her baby and say Good By... I suggested to the poor mother, to whispers to the baby in her arms, that she is safe and ready to go back to God, where she would no longer suffer and promise, that her twin sister, who was staying behind, would comfort their grieving parents...
I told Dana to take her time and stay with the baby for as long as she needs to, while I would be sitting in the small waiting room, reading a book. When Dana came out, her eyes
were red and swollen, but she seemed calm... We drove to her home, I went inside to kiss the healthy
twin, hugged Dana and started the long drive to my home in Studio City. I was feeling Emotionally Drained, when suddenly I heard the familiar voice of my Inner Critic, berating me again: "Who do you think you are, doing such things?! You
are not God! You better stop all this nonsense right away!" I was confused and deeply hurt..."What's the matter with me? Who gave me
permission to get involved in matters of life and death?!" I was asking myself, feeling pain and confusion, as I always do when the Inner Critique is 'Hurting' my sensitive Inner Child.... As I was parking my car in our garage, my cell phone rang; it was Dana, the baby's mother... She told me they have just called from the hospital, to say that the baby
passed away... "My husband and I would like to thank you, for the help you gave us, during our pain... As you said Shira: Her sister is comforting us now..."
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| David |
The last case was Helen, Al's business partner and our dear friend...At one point, I shared with her and our mutual friend David Oliver, this case, as well as my new interest and
research, regarding the subject of "Death and Dying" and shared my desire, to give lectures about this subject... Helen was fascinated and right away offered to have my lecture at her home, in Venice Beach, suggesting to invite a large group of her friends... I was a bit surprised as well as delighted, to see how well this "Morbid Topic"about Death, was received! Helen was a lovely woman; generous, kind and full of life, love and laughter!
After her husband passed away, she was often coming to our home for dinner. When Helen could no longer drive, David who was our mutual friend would bring her to our home... We dined together, talked and laughed, until tears were rolling down our cheeks. The four of us often watched great movies, from the extensive collection of fine movies in our Dan and became as close, as family members...
Years later, when Helen was over ninety, her health began to deteriorate and after several visits to the hospital, the doctors predicted that the end was near... Helen had no children and David, was very close to her, almost like an adapted son... He took her to the hospital when needed and was sitting by her side when she came back home...On her last visit to the hospital, the doctors informed him, there was nothing more they can do for Helen and advised to arrange for a Hospice at her home, during the last days. David stayed over, sleeping on a sofa by Helen's bed... David and I called each other several times a day, to talk about her condition... I suggested he plays her favorite music and he told me later, how she was smiling when she heard the familiar tunes...
One morning David called me, saying in a shaking voice, that the Hospice Nurse told him, that Helen's end is near...I asked him to put the phone next to Helen's ear, reminding her, of the lecture I gave at her home, several years before, saying that soon she would be with her beloved husband, sister and parents who past away, and were eagerly waiting for her to join them! X"Just visualize what and amazing reunion it will be!"I said... At one point, David was back on the phone, saying that Helen was smiling and seemed very calm. I could hear her breathing louder and faster, until the sound suddenly stopped...X"It is all over now" I hard David's voice, choked by his tears: X "Our Helen is finally at peace"...
With love and light, Shira
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