I Felt My Wings

By Karen Lamb

The journey into the unknown, yet very real, requires great courage and the ability to put all current belief systems aside and break out of conformity. Sometimes we are led into this journey by a Higher Power and not of our own conscious will. The Higher Power says, “Follow Me. I will show you the way.”

This is a true story. It is a journey of spiritual awakening—awakening from fear to love and into a higher Truth guided by the Spirit within.

Each and every one of us has an incredible power within waiting to guide us to a higher state of being.

This book is all about you in Truth.

K.L.

A sweet and inspiring guide to the “Kingdom within.”
—Patricia Jepsen, Author of The GodSelf

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen Lamb
• Release date: Jan 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9780981146843

Karen Lamb

Karen Lamb, director of The Miracle You, a learning center for spiritual Truth, resides in Quebec, Canada and enjoys the quiet and beauty of country living with her family. She has been a professional businesswoman for over twenty years, holding a Bachelor in Finance, and is an Ordained Minister in the World-Wide International Metaphysical Ministry.As founder and director of Motions for Change (www.motionsforchange.ca) she is actively involved in identifying certain needs of humanity and promoting recommended changes to the educational, environmental and economic systems. She also serves as Creative Director for the University of Melchizedek in Grants Pass, Oregon, which distributes the Records of Melchizedek as knowledge, understanding, wisdom and intelligence of God.Her passion is in the pursuit of spiritual Truth; and Karen welcomes any questions and feedback at the following email address:[e-mail]

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CHAPTER ONE

The Awakening

any times throughout my life I have wondered why we are here and what our existence is truly all about. I would look at the sky—especially during the day—and I would see sparkles—as if you could walk through the air into a different dimension.

There was something beyond these sparkles. I was sure of it. It was only much later I realized that actually was true.

Sometimes I became convinced that we were living in a dream. I instinctively knew that somehow there was a huge correlation between life and our dreams.

Dreams were so vivid and clear and so was life. Yet when we awoke, these lives in our dreams disappeared. We no longer cared what we had done in our dreams, nor did we care what others had done. All was forgotten in a flash. Why was there more emphasis on our waking life than our sleeping life? Why did we care about one and not the other? There must be something to this, I would think to myself.

I remember having a discussion as a young child with one of my friends over Who and What God was. I told her I believed the world was like a speck on a hair of one of His arms. We had a good chuckle over it.

Back then I believed everything had emotional feelings (my dolls, cookies, various items). I wanted to make sure everything was happy and not feeling left out. I sensed that everything in the world needed attention and there were no exceptions. In my little childhood world everything was treated fairly.

I also always felt strongly that I had a mission for God and would sometimes cry myself to sleep as I felt so useless. I did not know what I could do to help—but I promised God that before I died I would do something to make Him proud and to help the world in its suffering. It broke my heart to hear of people with no food to eat or shelter or love.

My mother tells me that when I was very little I seemed to be able to read thoughts. For example, we would be sitting at the dinner table and I would pass her the butter without her even asking for it (just as she had been about to ask me for it).

Note: Most young children, especially in this New Age, have telepathic ability. If the ability is not nurtured, it will likely not be carried into adulthood.

Starting around ten years of age, I would lie in bed at night terrified as waves of energy and light would pass by my eyes. I knew this was not normal. I had no idea until many years later what this experience meant and that it was actually a beautiful gift and not a bad thing.

Note: This experience is the opening of the Third Eye: the sixth energy center/chakra within our body, located in the center of the forehead just above the eyebrows. It is also called the Eye of Horus and is where we receive spiritual vision and communication.

I was terrified that I was going blind and equally terrified to tell my parents—as that would mean they would take me to the doctor to confirm it. So I lived with it, praying it would go away.

In my late teens I recall having a dream that I will never forget. I was in a subway station and out of my body. I had been run over by the subway, and there were many people gaping in horror at the scene and running around not sure of what to do. I was floating above everyone looking down at my death scene.

I remember thinking to myself that this was what it felt like to be dead. I could hear and see but I was like the air. (Later I found out that this is indeed what you are like at first when you pass over. Many attend their funeral and then move on to their new life.)

Worse than going blind, was my fear of ghosts. I always blamed this fear on watching scary movies too early as a young child. I knew they were all around me. I could sense them—especially at night when I was trying to sleep. The nightmares then came. There was no rest from their presence and I carried this fear well into adulthood.

Although I have no recollection of where this stemmed from, I also had an acute fear of being able to move objects with my mind.

Note: This is a spiritual gift called Telekenesis, which is the ability to move, pick up, or otherwise manipulate an object within one’s mind.

I was convinced I was able to do this and terrified that it would actually happen. Thinking of this possibility would drive me into a sweat. Several times I thought to myself that if it happened, there would be no escape from it. I would not want to live having to deal with this terror.

In my mid-twenties, I recall waking in the middle of the night and being startled to see above me many rotating multicolored hexagons. This scared me (of course), but then a beautiful feeling of warmth and love poured over me and I fell right back to sleep.

Note: I later learned that sometimes when your chakras/energy centers start to open, you may experience something like this.

I told no one. My way of dealing with these experiences was to ignore them, hoping they would go away. I felt that telling someone about the experiences would make them become more of a reality—and I did not want this to happen.

My spiritual education was at a level of zero out of ten, with the exception of what I had learned in Sunday school at church—but these matters were never discussed there. And although I did learn much at church, one of the messages that struck me the most was to be good or you could end up in hell when you died. That being said, I therefore associated the ghosts I sensed with exactly that—to me they were beings from hell—otherwise they would be in heaven with God.

The thought of death terrified me. I could not see how it was possible that we could simply cease to exist. Perhaps the subway dream I had was confirming that there was indeed life after death. When I thought about it, I could imagine my body being gone but not my mind.

Sometimes I would try to stop thinking to feel what it would be like. This exercise never worked. I was convinced the mind remained alive and, therefore, preferred to remain in my own little circle of wisdom. (Only much later did I realize that great truth lay in this intuitive thought.)

I often thought of contacting a psychic—for some reason this area fascinated me. What held me back though was the fear that the psychic would tell me that I only had a few months to live, and again, I could not cope with this information.

Important: I was seeking relief from my fears at the time and was likely being intuitively guided to see a psychic for spiritual counsel. The objective was not to pry into my future, as I would not recommend this practice. It is best to let one’s life flow according to God’s Will and to seek all answers within instead.

There was also the possibility of the psychic confirming I was indeed going blind. As fascinated as I was, I could not take the chance.

Then I began waking up paralyzed. I was not able to move my body. When this happened, however, I felt like I was in a powerful energy force or energy body instead of my physical body.

This energy force or energy body seemed to surround my physical body and I was frantically trying to get it back in my physical body so I could move.

A few times I actually woke up outside of my body in the hallway and tried to walk with this energy body back to my sleeping physical body. It was an enormous task to take one step. I could feel the energy straining intensely.

Giving up and falling back asleep was the most effective technique at the time to regain my physical body. (I later learned that all I had to do was think myself back in.)

These experiences of course frightened me, but since I felt fine afterwards, I did not investigate why they were happening and what they were exactly. I simply prayed they would stop.

When God wants you to awaken though, He is patient but relentless in His task.

CHAPTER TWO

The Accelerated Awakening

hen the zaps began. As if it was not enough to deal with the ghosts, I now had to deal with the potential reality that something was seriously wrong with me.

I would lie in bed trying to sleep and these electric-like shock waves would roll through my body. I thought perhaps it was a heart attack, but then I thought to myself, Maybe it will go away. I feel perfectly fine now. And I did feel perfectly fine after they happened—with the exception of the increasing anxiety of not knowing what they were.

Almost every night, though, I would receive these zaps. I would feel a wave of energy (very electric-like) flow upwards through my chest area and sometimes down and out through my hands. The power in each of them varied.

Understand these were not slight twinges. If you have ever touched an electric fence, the shock impact is similar but the energy I experienced was often more powerful. With an electric fence, you immediately remove your touch from it. These zaps however did not have such a quick ending and were not under my control.

Sometimes the energy would occur more on the left side of me. Sometimes it would happen more on the right side of me. Sometimes it would flow up and out of the top of my head.

Sometimes the energy would come to a jarring stop in a certain area of my body, as if it ran into a blockage. Sometimes it ended with a beautiful energy sensation.

This was absolutely not normal.

I was convinced I had a hormonal problem or a spinal problem. After this had happened probably close to fifty times, I had had quite enough. I was exhausted from a lack of sleep worrying over it, and it had also begun to happen at my work, interfering with my productivity.

It was almost as if the energy was communicating to me and was not