I never in my life thought about starting a blog before. Last year, I was writing a book about having a happy relationship. It was funny and light-hearted. I had been working on a relationship book for years, off and on, as a fun little hobby. I attended a “high ropes” course in September and there was a meditation on the first night. I really went way out there during the meditation and I recall someone saying, “Are you living the life you always dreamed you would live?” The answer was “No.” The next question was, “Are you 100 percent of the person you always wanted to be?” The answer was “No.” The questions, I came home with were, “what do I really want?” “What is my dream life?” “Who do I want to be?”
I was working through these questions when my cousin put me in contact with a psychic. I called this man and did not give him any information about myself. He told me I was writing a book and should write about my near death experience. I did not tell him I had a near death experience. This is something I only share with my closest family members and very few friends.
Over Thanksgiving we were on vacation and my husband went to visit his brothers for a day. I was in the hotel for a day and decided to write about my near death experience as a child. I started writing as a way to figure out what I really wanted to do with my life. I thought this was why the psychic told me to write about this subject. What I realized was that what I had learned from nearly dying has really shaped my whole view on how to manifest my dreams. I just kept writing, and this book: Magically “Manifesting Your Dreams in 12 Easy Steps” just magically grew day by day.
I have always known that this experience has made me see things differently than other people. I still remember the first day that I went back to school after being absent with the measles for so long. My mother dropped me off after lunch and I was happy to go to school. I was excited to be around other people. When I got there I had the sudden realization that I was now different. I was in the first grade. Something so profound had happened to me that I knew it had changed me. My cousin, Kevin, was in my class and came and told me it would be okay, because I was crying. The next day, I sat next to Kevin on the bus and told him I just felt different. He said no one saw me as being different and I took comfort in that.
My mother told me not to share with people that I had been healed by Jesus. She said people would think I was weird. I felt weird after that anyway. I didn’t need to share just how weird I really was. Having said all of that, here I am writing a blog for a book that I never thought I would write. Proclaiming to the world I have seen Jesus and he healed me and it changed me forever. I am now ready to share how it changed my views and why. I am ready to be proud about my weirdness. My “manifesting tools” have really helped me and I hope they help you too.