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Then I remembered another one of the inner messages: “Upon learning of this apparent death, you must go at once to this person.” The jet flying overhead triggered the memory of the instruction, and I saw inwardly that I would need to fly to help this person. As soon as I knew where to go, I would have to leave at once. I resisted the urge to speculate about the identity of the person needing my help or to turn around and go home.

I wiped my eyes, pulled back into traffic, and drove to Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65

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campus for my scheduled class.

I slipped quietly into a seat near the back of the room and took out my notebook. Today’s experience had caused me to feel that my life was beyond my own comprehension. I was feeling intensely vulnerable.

The visiting professor spoke only a short time before faltering in his presentation. He stopped, looked directly at me in the back of the room, and abruptly told the class to take a ten-minute break. Then he left the podium and walked toward me.

“Strange as it might seem,” he said, “you have a very bright light all around you! And your eyes . . . Has something special happened to you? Do you want to talk about it?”

This is what he did for a living—he recognized spiritual experiences when they happened and documented them. Of course he would want to hear all about what I was experiencing.

In spite of feeling vulnerable, I had been eager to meet him and had come here ready to ask him questions.

But now a subtle inner alarm went off, and I felt compelled to keep silent about the experience. It was not time to share.

As much as I wanted to hear what the professor had to say, I knew that I could not speak about my experience to him. It was as if I would be breaking some unknown spiritual law, were I to do so. I apologized, telling him that I needed to go home.

Although it was early spring and the weather had been warm for days, I awoke the next morning to a light snow covering the ground. The sun was shining brightly on this white blanket, and the world seemed refreshingly clean and peaceful.

This beautiful scene only emphasized what I was sensing: I had been transformed by the experience of Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65

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the night before. I had a new and different perspective; I felt greater love for everyone and everything. I had stood in a vast ocean of love, and I was changed forever.

I had returned as I had to, and yet it seemed as if I had never left at all. Had I been able to carry with me some of the mystery, love, and blessings of the heavenly realms of God? Now my world seemed blessed and beautiful, and I no longer ached to remain aloof and distant from life; I was glad to be back.

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was busy instructing my second class that morning, when the principal came in. He gently asked me to follow him and added that I should bring my purse.

“Am I going somewhere?” I asked him softly. “And what about my class? I’m teaching.”

I sensed something foreboding in his manner. He didn’t want to speak about it in front of the students.

“I need you to come to the office. Don’t worry about the class.” He addressed the students and directed them very patiently and simply, “Please continue.”

He stepped out of the room and walked just ahead of me. I understood. Last night’s prediction had begun its course. Somewhere, someone I knew and loved was close to death. And yet, I now knew that there is no death. That message filled my head: “In truth, there is no death—only the illusion of death.”

I was about to learn the next level of truth about inner guidance, in a very dramatic and unexpected way.

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Assists with a Loved One

We look for the Light, and we listen for the
Sound of ECK. With these as our inspiration and
guide, our pillars of strength, we can take any
hardship in life; we can accept this life as an
opportunity for Soul to reach God Consciousness.

—Harold Klemp

The Golden Heart
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I
recalled the previous night’s inner message:

“Someone very close to you appears to be dy-

ing.” Hoping I was up to whatever lay before me, I somberly followed the principal into his office. I was startled to find Jon waiting there for me. He had his back to the door.

Jon abruptly turned and spoke very quickly and quietly, “Anne, it’s your sister, Debbe. You have to go to New York right away. They think she has only hours to live. The doctors don’t believe she’ll make it through the day, so they’ve been trying to reach the closest relatives as quickly as possible. Your mother is already on her way there.”

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After I’d left for school in the morning, Jon had answered the phone when it rang. My mother was calling to try to reach me and clarify what was going on. She explained everything to Jon, and he then packed some clothes for me and reserved an airline ticket in my name.

Mother had said Debbe was in the hospital and on the verge of death. Instantly, Jon had decided to tell my mother about the spiritual events from the night before, including my out-of-body experience and the list of “ten things.” He read them to her point by point. Rather than being shocked by the message, my mother responded well. Jon said she seemed reassured from what she heard and had latched onto the most important detail: Debbe was not dying.

Sometimes our inner spiritual guidance is clear and precise. If we listen and follow it, we can be led to miracles beyond what most people ever imagine. My guidance had been clear. I
must
go to this person at once and follow all instructions, and this person would not die. So Debbe would not die, and this was just the illusion of death, and I must go as quickly as possible to her and help in whatever way was necessary. This was the practical application of all that I had been told.

I hoped fervently that all this was true and that my sister would live. I trusted my inner guidance, but I knew there might be room for some misinterpretation on my part. Yet there was no time for doubt, worry, or dread. These are often our biggest handicaps when learning to trust.

Encouraging me all the way, Jon drove me to the airport, and within hours I was with my mother in New York City.

Mom met my plane, and we rushed to Debbe’s

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assured Mom that my sister was not dying. Mom’s demeanor lightened. Just speaking those words seemed to convey the conviction of life and brought renewed hope and encouragement.

We arrived at the hospital where my sister was under intensive care. We hastened to her bedside, although the staff objected. The head nurse explained that the doctors did not know what was wrong with her and they were keeping her isolated. Undaunted, we persisted until we reached her bed. Debbe was unconscious.

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nner guidance sometimes comes as a nudge to go in a certain direction in which we are uncomfortable.

It is always best to listen carefully and then decide for ourselves whether the guidance is reasonable and/or appropriate for us. But my inner guidance that day came with a sense of love so overpowering that I was not afraid. I did not hesitate to follow where it led.

As soon as I saw Debbe, I received a crystal-clear inner message about my sister. The voice said, “Touch her on her temple.”

Brushing aside the nurse’s protests, I quickly moved to my sister’s side. The nurse took a step toward me as if intending to escort me from the area. Again, listening to my inner guidance, I turned and put my hand up, palm facing the nurse. She was not close enough for me to touch, but when I held up my hand, she moved backward.

There was an energy in this room that was far more potent than anything I understood, and the nurse seemed to feel it too. She no longer tried to remove me from the room; instead she explained more about Debbe’s condition. But I couldn’t listen fully. I had turned my attention to an urgent inner message: “Go to your sister.

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Touch her on the temple, and hold your hand there. Then ask for the doctor immediately.”

There were now two nurses present. As I followed the inner instructions that I was receiving, I turned and told them succinctly, “My sister needs me. Please get the doctor right away!”

Debbe was deathly pale, surrounded by machines and overlaid with tubes. I had never encountered a human being who looked so white, so lifeless. With Mom watching on, I went to the side of the bed.

Then I heard the words again: “Touch her temple.”

My hand felt warm as I gently placed it on my sister’s head again. I held it in place and felt the love between us. It is the love that unites us all, and when the love bond is strong, the link is real and tangible.

With my palm against her head, I moved my hand slightly this way or that, as I felt guided. I began to feel the terrible headache I had experienced the day before.

It was so intense that I felt faint.

Then, I received another message: “Now shake both your hands repeatedly, and wash them well.” There was a small sink in the room. I went over to it and shook my hands vigorously. Then I washed my hands thor-oughly, as instructed.

The headache faded away like rapidly melting ice flowing down the drain. I quickly dried my hands and returned to my sister’s bedside. Once again, I was told to put my hand on Debbe’s temple, exactly like before, and I obeyed, tenderly touching her head.

To our amazement, Debbe slowly opened her eyes and spoke. “Annie, you’re here,” she acknowledged. “I had such an awful headache,” she whispered.

“Is it gone?” I asked her.

“It’s better now,” Debbe acknowledged, smiling and Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65

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nodding her head ever so gently. “It was hurting so much.”

This was an amazing experience. What had happened? I knew I had somehow been the vehicle for healing, but I didn’t stop to think about that. I had just followed the inner direction from the Mahanta, and help had flowed through me.

“She’s conscious. She’s talking,” I heard a nurse whisper animatedly as she entered the room.

I asked if the doctor was on the way. She nodded and looked anxiously out into the hallway.

My sister and mother spoke quietly to each other, and I kept my hand tenderly pressed against the side of Debbe’s face. Then, unexpectedly, I was looking inwardly at an ethereal snapshot of the interior of my sister’s brain. The gossamer image I observed existed somewhere between my sister’s temple and my hand.

The area that needed attention was highlighted, like bold type in a medical manual. It caught my attention immediately, because it looked like something was definitely wrong. The inner guidance was coming in a visual way: There was something in her head that looked like a deflated balloon.

Dear God, how is this all happening?
I wondered.

But I only had a moment to think that. I knew my world was being rocked with spiritual experience upon spiritual experience—but I was even more aware that my sister’s life was on the line.

It is sometimes this way when we take a big step in seeking truth and in our desire to know God. Our search for God does not remain esoteric; it comes into the core of our life. We’re asked to serve in new ways, at deeper levels. As our search for God increases and our heart opens to the Holy Spirit, the spiritual Life Force increases. The spiritual inflow and guidance in Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65

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our life often increase too, and in their wake comes change—change to a higher and greater level. It remedies those things that are out of harmony and allows the evolution of those things that are for our greatest good. And, yes, “everything is always happening exactly as it should, whether it appears that way or not.”

Just then, the doctor arrived and quick introduc-tions were made. Moving to Debbe’s bedside, he greeted her kindly. He next spoke directly to me. “We don’t know what is wrong with your sister. When she was brought into the hospital, she was unconscious. From what we understand, she was out with friends; she complained of a headache and then collapsed. One of her friends called for an ambulance, which rushed her here. She’s been unconscious since, and her vital signs are very poor.”

Mustering the courage, I told him about the inner image I had seen and the deflated balloon. Since I knew nothing about the anatomy of a brain, I asked if it were possible for there to be some sort of “deflated balloon”

in Debbe’s head.

“Yes, that’s possible,” he said. “If you have some idea of what’s wrong, I’m listening.” Then he asked eagerly,

“Can you tell me exactly where the ‘balloon’ is and locate it on a drawing of the brain?” I nodded, and he gave me a sheet of paper with a bare outline of the two hemi-spheres of a brain.

The doctor’s positive and enthusiastic response surprised me. No suspicion or doubt, just an attitude that clearly said, Let’s get to work. I drew what I had seen, describing in detail the area surrounding the

“balloon.”

He listened intently, then said, “It could be an aneurysm—a stretched and weakened blood vessel which has ruptured. Possibly a ruptured cerebral aneurysm?”