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ABOUT THE AUTHOR I was born Judith Lynne Schroder on 6th May
1951, Memories of previous
incarnations began at age four, experiencing déjà vu constantly and feeling
that my every thought was being recorded somewhere for me to hear and see later.
As a small child and all the way through my life I felt that my every movement,
thought and action were being recorded for me to see at the end of this life. In
addition, I knew whatever I desired to do or be was in my grasp; I just had to
believe in myself. Within the silence and stillness of myself, prayers were
heard and answered (my family were not religious, so prayer was never
discussed). I had an inner knowing. At sixteen, I left school to
work in a home for mentally and physically challenged children as a nurse aid,
going on to begin a twenty-two-month Karitane Mothercraft Nurse training in
Auckland, New Zealand. My move to In October 1980, my three-year
general nursing course concluded at Manly, NSW, followed by post-graduate
experience at Now living in 1987 saw me beginning a
bachelors degree in psychology and philosophy at Regretfully in 1989 Matt and I
moved further north to Within a few short months I
realised I was experiencing a destiny link and a lesson I could not have learned
in any other way. After a very short unconsummated marriage I found myself
abandoned, unsupported, alone and penniless, unable to return to my own country
because of lack of funds. This situation triggered a ninety-degree turnaround in
everything I had been used to, invoking a change in country, vocation, living
quarters, friends, income, thinking and mind-set. I was being forced to confront
issues I didn’t think needed attention while forcing me deeper and deeper into
myself and into depression (a place I had never been before). Experiencing an overwhelming
urge to return to nursing, I found it necessary to sit further exams, add extra
education (psychiatric nursing), study day and night while working as a shop
assistant with Michael Hill jewellers just to become registered in Obtaining a second divorce
within months of my homecoming, I returned to the workforce to continue to work
on my ongoing lessons, until I recognised the gift, my gift of understanding. I
now understand the lengths God goes to for us to understand the lesson in the
end. I would like to share with you some of this, to make your journey clearer. A Gift for you, to help you understand Life a
little easier I wrote a letter to a
girlfriend in Our
Pre-birth contracts Once
upon a time, there was a little angel up in heaven. She had died as a human many
time spans ago and she wanted to progress in heaven school. God knew she wanted
to graduate to a higher level so he called her to him. “Little Angel,”
he said, “I believe you want to go to the next level?” “Oh
yes please God, I want to know more and be a more perfect angel and help other
angels and humans on earth as well. How can I do this?” God
spoke to her saying, “My little Angel, the only way you can progress and help
others on their journey is to become a baby human being again and live on
earth, but you must have a main lesson among many others you wish to learn
before you are born, so that we can set it all up here first.” “Oh”, said
the little angel, “I want to learn forgiveness then.” With
that, two male angels arrived, sparking a memory of who they had been over the
many times she had been on earth. Excitedly they re-acquainted themselves,
reminiscing over the centuries of lives they had spent together. One
of the little male angels stepped forward and took her hands. The love that
radiated between them was amazing. He took a breath and gave her an offer that
made a tear of joy trickle down her cheek. He said to the little angel, “I
love you so much, that for you to learn forgiveness you have to be hurt by
someone, then and only then can you truly learn forgiveness, so, would you like
me and you to fall in love and I will leave you with a broken heart, then you
can forgive me?” The
little angel wiped the tear from her eye and said, “Would you really do this
for me to learn this lesson, would you really be born just to be the bad guy to
help me reflect and learn?” “Oh yes, I would be proud to help you with
your graduation of learning how to forgive and what it feels like in your
soul to truly love, be betrayed, have a broken heart and then to forgive.” And
so the pact was made; a meeting time and date was arranged in the book of life. The
little boy angel left to be born. A second, third, fourth and so on, angels
came to arrange dates to meet this little girl angel in helping her through her
life with tests and tasks. Finally, she was summoned to be born to learn, of
many things, how to forgive. God
kissed her on the head and she forgot her ‘in heaven meeting’ and he
reminded her to do EVERYTHING her heart desired and to reach her highest
goals because after all, the illusion of life lets a human think that eighty
years is a long time, whereas, in heaven eighty years is equal to = a fleeting
moment. If
you knew that while you lived, would you not be braver in the things you do?
Would you not be braver in saying what you truly mean instead of pussyfooting
around? Would you not do far more for others? And stand up for yourselves?
Yes, you would. Our
time here on earth is precious. We are given a checklist and once that
checklist is complete we are taken back HOME. This is a fleeting visit on
earth. Home,
our real home, is on the other side. We are given no memory of this at our
birth. Why? Because we would want to go home immediately; instead we assume
there is no other place than earth, life and who we are. Our
parents, children, siblings, friends and loved ones are all chosen and how we
are to each other is deliberate. Do you know why? To give you choice and
it’s with these choices that we progress and reach our goals here on earth for
our graduation to the other side. So love your worst enemies, the people
that rub you up the wrong way, annoy you, press your buttons or make your life a
series of stresses; for the lessons they are giving you are the
most cherished chances of succeeding in your plight right here and now, and
believe it or not, you chose it this way. Their souls
made a contract/pact with yours for this very, very blessed lesson. So go with
your higher thinking and thank them all for being who they are to you
now in your life and in giving you all the choices with the ultimate lesson of
forgiveness or whatever you chose to learn. You chose each other for this very
reason, you just cannot remember. Good
luck with your task, darling ones. I chose to come into your life not only to
learn something from you (thank you) but also to tell you how wonderfully
you are doing and to help you whenever I can. With all my love, Judy. My prayer is that this book
will allow you a far greater understanding for the reasons you live thereby
allowing you a fearless, limitless, happy, healthy, peaceful existence. Now enjoy every second of your life by living right NOW. Chapter One THE PRIESTESS (part sample of chapter)I was a young 13-year-old girl, athletic in appearance
with dark, glossy hair that hung to my waist. My soul revealed itself through my
green expressive eyes. It was said that my laugh was contagious and warmed the
hearts of many. The abundance of energy I exuded was secondary to my
precociousness and outspokenness. I lived in Egypt when man walked the Earth as
sons and daughters of God. Slavery, power, fear and magic were evident. Man of
men, were seeded by humans and men of God were not originally from Earth. They
brought with them talents and gifts far exceeding the knowledge of man. I was
the daughter of a man of God, with talents beyond human ability. Many of the people were in awe of the men of God
because of the knowledge and powers they possessed. They looked upon men of God
as gods. The lineage of the two races were intermingling even in my time,
therefore those talents and gifts would be inbred throughout eternity, but sadly
without memory of where they came from. Such talents as control of the elements, the
ability to bring life back to the dead, to heal by thought and touch, using
tools such as the Ankh (the key of life). Only trained priests were given both
the power and knowledge in its use. Only those priests with pureness of thought
and individuals without selfishness, anger, fear or greed were permitted to use
these methods of healing. The repercussions of ill thought were returned many
times over otherwise. Healing was always given in utter purity, empathy,
kindness and love and with no conditions. I possessed the gifts of my heritage and so it
was that my parents sent me to a school for neophytes. The in-depth training
would channel my energies into more wisely and utilised focal points for the
good of all. I was sent to this school to tap in to the
dormant spirituality that my bloodline possessed. The teachings covered respect
and adherence to discipline, obedience, faith, control, use of inner power and
command over the elements and myself. I took myself to death and back, as part
of my initiation. Finally, to intermingle with the townsfolk to teach them how
to tap that power, truth and knowledge that is within. My teachings as a neophyte led me to experience
life from all vantage points, both animate and inanimate; to sense another
person’s feelings, illness and thoughts. This was to enable a holistic healing
to occur. My childlike ways were indeed curtailed. Great
responsibility came with the training. As I grew into a woman my abilities
developed, finally graduating as a priestess. Now to backtrack to the memories of that life
and training. I remember feeling the coolness of the temple. Stone and carved
marble structures were used as furnishings, no fabric or soft decorations. There
were very large spacious rooms with high ceilings. The windows were without
glass and internal doorways had no doors, although gates and outside doors were
intact. The walls and streets seemed to glow and musical
tones were heard to come from nowhere, but exuded everywhere. The light and
sound seemed to have a ‘feeling’ and glowed from life itself, with no source
but life’s energy. The stone staircases throughout the temple were
smooth and well worn. I constantly got reprimanded for running down them,
feeling as if I was going to take off into flight, but sadly I always got caught
and was made to walk calmly and serenely like a young lady in contemplation. The
temperatures seemed to remain constant without seasonal changes and the perfume
of fresh flowers hung in the air. Life was an endless miracle of gifts. My clothing was very plain; I wore a simple
white flowing gown that hung loosely from the shoulder and upon my feet little
slippers. My hair was in one long braid down the centre of my back with fabric
intertwined to keep it from my face. Through the soles of my slippers I could feel
the coolness and the smoothness of the floor. Although the air temperature was
perfect and didn’t seem to differ, the floors were cold to touch. There
appeared to be no seasons or changes in the weather patterns. At the beginning
of each new day heavy morning dew over the ground was evident, taking most of
the day to be swallowed up by the greenery, flowers and birds, thereby
maintaining the surrounding landscape in its green, lush and beautiful
condition. Fruit and vegetation were plentiful and succulent. I recall having to bow my head to the teachers.
Having to keep one’s eyes lowered was a mark of respect, so I now find it
difficult to put a face to anyone. Even their voices were unrecognisable as most
of the communication was done through telepathy. Once one had been there long
enough to learn this art, silence prevailed with only the sounds of nature; it
was silently enchanting. Nature provided a musical sound that could be
heard and felt when the mind was still and the heart was open. The neophytes I
shared my life with ranged in age from very young gifted children of four or
five years up to adults. As we grew and graduated many of us were sent
amongst the community to teach while others remained inside the monastery
continuing to learn and hand their knowledge on to new incoming pupils. There were very seldom occasions where we were
together as we were separated into groups of similar achievement and ability.
Even though we passed each other and saw others about on various tasks and
chores, there was no reason for a large gathering or the incessant chatter of
minds that were in the process of being taught silence and reverence. As a young neophyte during my first years, my
confidence was often threatened by lack of confidence or embarrassment towards a
task not successfully passed, but my teacher saw into my soul and understood my
feelings of inadequacy and he would explain that competition was not part of the
curriculum and neither was ego. He would put to rest my fears by taking me to a
point of inner knowing and not outer recognition. My ability would then aspire
to great heights when I felt unthreatened by what others thought of me = ego +
pride. At times I would giggle at my achievements feeling a sense of pride but
would immediately be reprimanded for allowing my ego to override the underlying
meaning of the task. Telepathy was the main teaching tool. A teacher
could feel the true feelings of a neophyte and understood their very thinking,
therefore education was at a far deeper more understandable level. It was easier
for a teacher to telepathically teach and obtain feedback through telepathy than
to explain with words, which always came out inadequately and indescribably
lacking. I fought the loss of my emotional expression and
my inner chatter. I would oftentimes laugh within, feel thoughts of anger,
embarrassment, disgust and shame, not to mention the outer communication with
other neophytes. Knowing that this kind of thinking was at an end, I enjoyed its
short life. Understanding that a normal childhood was never going to be accepted
or tolerated, I sadly let my childlike laughs, inner chatter, and outbursts of
rebellion go. I knew if I didn’t curtail this kind of behaviour I could not
continue and my studies would not go any further. The exercises utilised weren’t games as such,
but quite simply the taking away of the self, concentration, going deep within
and knowing that at any time any one of us could become anything we wanted to.
We were all given this introduction as part of our training, which took quite
some time to achieve, but what a prize. Each
of us became something, anything we chose to become. We were instructed how to
go within, breathe its breath, feel the new environment and sit with the feeling
of becoming something else, its very core of existence, its vibration, energy,
life. Water was a wonderful, enjoyably freeing, soft, flowing thing to become.
Every turn and movement was effortless; there was no sensation of temperature,
just an oxygenating self-sustaining body of fluid flowing along an inevitable
path; a most healing entity to become. When I felt defeated, saddened or angered or my
ego was bruised I would often meditate returning to water, hence giving me
strength, peace and resolve. It had such a healing effect and I inevitably
returned feeling more peaceful, calm and focused. Water is energising and
cleansing for the soul, mind and body. My abilities even allowed me the experience of
venturing into another person, to become in essence a part of them. During these
episodes I could capture thought patterns, motives, pain and areas of emotional
and physical need, literally being able to ‘walk a mile in their shoes’. It
was a heavy, sticky, slow, burdensome, painful place to dwell for too long so
this was done solely to diagnose and help that soul on its journey with physical
and emotional healing. Entering another’s psyche was never allowed for any
reason other than healing and was strictly supervised. The priests rigidly policed this activity, as it
was an invasion. But it was used as a diagnostic tool and a method to assist on
a far deeper level. If it became fun, then our ego was present and a prevailing
lesson to us would ensue. We had to practise this method of training on each
other and as we progressed we would do field work on the unknowing citizens
within our city area, under strict supervision. During this period of my life my closest and
dearest friend was a fellow neophyte, Nero. Our nocturnal practice of telepathy
kept us in good touch along with our daily telepathic communications during
class, which was immediately curtailed by our teachers. We were children being
taught to act as adults long before our time and occasionally that childlike
expression was evident in rebellion, humour and childlike pranks where studious
seriousness was being demanded of us. Due to our teacher being more practiced than
ourselves, we often had our telepathy interrupted by a teacher with a warning to
desist. Our astute teachers knew everything we did, thought or felt. They were
always one step in front of us. Nero’s and my friendship was strong. We had so
much in common, and made light of some of our chores with our constant telepathy
chatter; life was such a joy. We allowed our childlike ways of living to make
our bond with each other whole and complete. He gave me a sense of nurturing,
peace and tranquillity, and he felt like a part of myself. Whenever we were
together we seemed to melt together in our thinking. We could read each other
telepathically and would do this often without a word being uttered, whether we
were in each other’s company or not. He was my mother/father/brother/sister/God/self
and it felt so good to be with him in mind and soul. We both marched to the beat
of the same drummer, we made the same mistakes, excelled in the same things and
felt the same way about certain issues. We had many a good conversation whether
we were in the same room or in another part of the building or in fact very much
apart in distance. Telepathy is such a perfect way of
communication. There could be no misconstruing of ideas or perceptions. As I
thought, so it was. No mistakes of perception, no wrong messages. My messages
were sent and received wholly in the order and with the feeling I sent them, and
likewise with their receipt. It was so easy. Over the years we became close, in mind. I knew
in this lifetime there would be no children, no sexual consummations, therefore
no need for the annoyance of a monthly period, which was curtailed by medicinal
herbs. Sexual relations were unheard of and unnecessary for a priestess or a
priest. The desire to consummate was absent out of choice and deliberation. The
path I had chosen was one of celibacy, godliness and discipline. My life’s
journey was to be taken alone, physically. I was void of the yearning of the
flesh. Upon graduating, travel and teaching from city
to city took me far from the monastery. I travelled alone. Families felt
privileged and honoured to take in a travelling teacher offering spiritual
knowledge. A meal and a bed were given in return for spiritual teaching. I
gained enjoyment from my chosen vocation. Even though I travelled alone I
didn’t experience loneliness. The knowledge of never being alone was paramount
within. Each evening as my day would draw to a close and my head would relax
upon my bed I would telepathically communicate with my friend Nero. He had been
my companion throughout my years of training and even though we were separated
by distance we were closer in thinking and communication than we would have been
beside each other. It was becoming more difficult to reach the
people on a one-to-one level as our spirituality was too far removed from
everyday life as it was at that time. Their understanding and acceptance of us
and of what we were trying to teach was too advanced for them to comprehend. We
appeared to be unapproachable, therefore to be more accepted into their lives
and homes we had to become more human-like and less serious. Our verbal
communication was not as good as our telepathy, but the people we visited had no
thought of what telepathy was. I came to a decision and discussed it with Nero,
who also felt the idea had great merit, and so we gave birth to a plan that we
both wanted to put to our respected High Priest. We felt that to be more
effective in our service to mankind and reach the townsfolk more effectively, we
should be more like them, be more approachable, more down to earth and
accessible. Nero and I approached the High Priest and put to him an idea, which
we felt could work. Our request was to ask for marriage. We had always been
great friends and even though married, our situation would not change, although
the people would not know that. Click on the cart below to purchase this book:
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