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As far as responding to your question of belief systems, faith makes miracles possible for negative thinkers who do not ordinarily win or survive cancer, illness, and other trauma as well as fast as positive thinkers who do not consider themselves victims. I did when I was young—committed suicide to escape, repeatedly, only to be taught, informed, and convinced to return for a lifelong adventure that seemed utterly impossible. Fifty-five years later, I am a writer, getting ready to publish books finally, travel to sell ideas there in around the world once the wars are over to complete a dream, a series of NDEs that spanned a year of deep depression as a crippled bullied child who sought death to find the reason why I was alive and forced to suffer so much. No one can imagine where these bodies will lead us, but I do believe in fate, faith, and miracles at this end of the road, younger than you still as I hit 69, running hard, steady, and fast. Substack does not even get 30 views or assist on my site for videos. Wii, those who see and write the truths do get shadowbanned here, too.

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I didn't see your post until I got the message referring to it. Had I seen it sooner I would definitely have commented as your post resonated with me in many ways, Jonathan Livingston Horvath:-)

Spiritual experiences, ah... I had an invisible friend when I was very small with a name similar to mine. We used to visit an imaginary shop owned by Mr Deepson where we bought samsa and dapsa. I didn't know at the time that I had had a twin sister who died in utero.

Shortly afterwards, when my grandfather died, I terrified my poor mother by asking her who the man in the overcoat and trilby was, playing cards at the bottom of my bed. Said gentleman appeared again (with knocking!) before anyone knew my father was terminally ill, and reappeared in spirit drawings I did much later, always prior to the appearance of the actual subject of the drawing - a guide if you will.

The night before T, the fiance of my daughter G, was involved in a fatal car accident, I felt a terrible sense of dread. I was feeding my big twin (she was twenty minutes older than my little twin and at some 30 months somewhat big to be being breastfed but that's how it was) and I was afraid something was going to happen to her - I still have this fear a bit, and she is 28 now, but it seems that that fear was not for her, because he following morning we had a call from T's mother at the hospital, saying there had been a crash and he was unlikely to survive. We dashed to the hospital in what we thought was a taxi but was just a car belonging to a man visiting neighbours.

After a horrendous night they switched off life support, with my daughter present, and she just 'switched off' too. Back home, I put the money I had taken for the taxi under the vase on the hall table and went into the kitchen where my husband was with the twins to get tea and some aspirin for my head. I took a phone call and went back for the aspirin only to find them gone. Later the ten pound note I had left under the vase appeared in the middle of the living room floor. This was the beginning of a lot of telekinetic fun that continued for months and involved many family members.

A couple of days later i was waiting for the twins to wake up from their nap so that I could take them to meet my husband in town to do some shopping, when I smelt ozone and immediately checked all electrical sockets in case the house was burning down. It was strongest by G's room, where the door was ajar though I know she had closed it earlier to stop the cat sleeping on her bed and scratching up the headboard. Inside, the air was crackling, and I heard a voice saying, "You've got to tell her. I'm still here! I'm scared for her." Without thinking, I answered, "You should be telling her not me, I don't understand. Why is this happening? Why did you have to die? WHY?" And there was a bang and the connection was lost. Later when G got home she asked me who had rolled up the left leg of her new trouser suit.^

This was the beginning of a huge spiritual journey that involved passing on messages and pictures to friends, family and strangers, as well l as receiving knowledge about esoteric symbolism (via my masonic grandfather who died before I was born), the way souls enter the next stage after death, through a sort of waterfall of light, and the nature of the universe in its crystalline state as well as the inter-connected multi-dimensional nature of our solar system. Oh, and a Walter Russell-type 'vortex machine' for healing. There was also a convoluted sort of near-death experience where I travelled with S, my daughter-in-law's mum, as she passed, rising up towards a wall with a yellow arched gate with roses growing round it, looking down at family who were sad for me, and knowing that I could love them even better from there. A phone call interrupted this - it was from E, my daughter-in-law, explaining that S had just passed and they had read a letter I had written to her just beforehand.

Vast energetic beings intervened to help my husband through a traumatic time, and, best of all, my almost-son-in-law was reborn into our family - this confirmed by two psychic mediums with no knowledge of what had happened previously. They also confirmed that he had been my own miscarried baby previously, which explained the closeness between us.

I feel so blessed and will be eternally grateful for what has happened and what continues to happen with the aid of spirit but as thy do tell me, "You always have to pay." and all this has come at a great cost, with family rifts that are hard to heal.

Because of the effects on my life I have kept quiet about these things for many years, and i withdrew a book I had written on the subject. Reading your post, though, Ray, I could not help but say what has happened, because it is important now more than ever to remember and to share the FACT that we are more than matter (whatever 'matter' may be...) BECAUSE THEY WANT TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM US.

*Not until some twenty years later did I discover the meaning of the masonic trouser trick - the evening before the crash T and G had been at a friend's place playing silly games and being 'homies', a symbol of which was apparently rolling up their left trouser leg. T had obviously seen this as a way of getting through to G from the 'other side.'

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