From Sister To Sister One Last Gift

By Yana L Freeman

Yana Freeman shares real life situation's and lesson's that she dared to overcome. She learns about the paranormal and supernatural teachings from God that most people fear, only to find that God is teaching her to fulfill a path, purpose and a mission.
The journey she was led upon enables her to assist others in their life healing and spiritual path from healing the inner child to past life regressions. The gift her Sister left her with extends beyond the physical and extends to everyone that is led to her on her path.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yana L Freeman
• Release date: Apr 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458135636

Yana L Freeman

Yana Freeman is an Author, Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist, Spiritual Guidance Minister, Medical Assistant and Phlebotomist. She is of the last graduating class of The Hypnotism Training Institute in Little Rock, Arkansas under the guidance of the late Rob Robinson.Yana offer's Spiritual Guidance to thousands of people from all walks of life,from all over the world who are guided to her via the Internet, phone and in person.Her work in Quantum Healing Hypnotherapy assist clients to heal illness, disease and disorders using this proven method of getting to the root cause for instantaneous healing of the body.From her earlier work she created Guided Meditation's used in sessions and with groups on the Internet after people begged her to record them. These are now offered as MP3's to assist everyone around the world, as she has the thousands of clients over the past eighteen plus years in practice.You can find her Guided Meditations on her website to purchase and download.

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From Sister To Sister

One Last Gift

By Yana L. Freeman

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Yana L. Freeman 2011

Cover Design by Yana Freeman

Cover Photograph: James C. Bryant

Shot at the Train Depot in Lonoke, Arkansas

Cover Design: Yana L. Freeman

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Yana L. Freeman

www.yanafreeman.com

This is a true story of my life and spiritual journey. The characters are recognized on a first name basis, although most names are common, some names have been changed to protect the identity of certain individuals.

There is a bond between sisters that even death cannot break. Their love is forever.

To My Big Sister, Marnell

(Marnell & Yana) This photo of my sister and I was taken by our Dad in 1961, when Marnell was about to board a train for Washington D.C for her Senior school trip. By her request this is the cover photo. She showed this to me in a dream because she wanted me to use it for my book. I have discovered that my sister is far more insistent from spirit than she ever was in the flesh. She would not allow me to rest until I found this and put it in its proper place. When my big sister wants something, she gets it! For you Sister dear, so it is!

Introduction

I have always said that one day I was going to write a book and I have finally achieved that goal after years of procrastination. It has been on the back burner far too long as the first attempt was in 1986, but there would be more to come that even I could not have imagined. Much more! It was not the right time as it would have been a book of life experiences, a biography and of no real value or content. So much has happened and changed since I first started writing and I’m sure there is much more to come even as I write these words.

My life at times seemed to be a page out of a bad soap opera or a really bad movie. There are many things that I prefer not to share within these pages, but the more I tried to omit some of them the more they beckoned me to include them. The past served its purpose and for that I am eternally grateful. I was sexually molested at age 7 by a next-door neighbor, drugged and raped by an Uncle at age nineteen and had numerous relationships from age thirteen to thirty-nine. I have had more relationships than I would care to admit and five marriages. Six if you count the paper documents, but whose counting?

I understand now that each event and experience had its purpose even though I may not yet be fully aware of the purpose for each experience or what lessons I was to learn. As of this date, many things are still revealing themselves to me. I am a much better person today and through my own life experiences can better understand and assist those who are led into my path for assistance on their path of inner healing.

As children, we depend on the adults in our lives to shelter and protect us, but as we become adults it is our responsibility to choose right action and right choices. No matter what choices we each make there are rewards, consequences and lessons that follow. Every experience is an opportunity for growth, not only the growth of the human, but most importantly for the soul that we really are. If we choose not to grow, we simply waste the life we chose. We must take responsibility for every thought, word, action and reaction.

We get back exactly what we put into this world and I have since learned to be very cautious of what I put out as I know it will return to me many fold. God has shown me that we each get many chances (lives) to step up to the path set before us. The beauty is that not one of us has to stick to the plan, but the price we pay for straying from the path is one of learning and growing. God knows I have sewn many seeds in my life and not all good ones, but I know I’ve served my time, paid my karma and can now be of service to God and to humanity. I now choose to sew only those seeds that have good and pure intent.

I have tried very hard to write a book that I would not mind if my family read, but we cannot please everyone nor should we try. I know in my heart that God supports me and after all, truth is truth. What everyone else thinks really does not matter. I can only write what I lived, what I know and that which has been given to me to share with the world. I know for everything that happened there is a reason, a higher purpose and not everything is always as it may seem. I have proof of this in my life and through my work with others.

I have had many things to learn, realize, overcome and release on my journey, as I am sure we all do. I have always said my life is an open book and so it is. One message I cannot stress enough is that no matter what we do or have done, what others may have done to us or what may happen; there is life on the other side of pain, misery, dysfunction and bad choices. However, there are no bad choices, only more lessons to learn. I am certain that God; Our Creator or whatever you choose to call it, loves us unconditionally and forgives us no matter what. We are forever welcomed home in the light of God. No matter what! I know there is nothing anyone can do that will make God turn away from us. We always have the option of turning away from God, but God is and has always been there for us. For that purpose, I share my life story and my spiritual journey within these pages.

It is my wish that everyone who reads my story will eventually come to the same place in their life to where they ask God that one very important question, if they haven’t already. This one question, when asked in sincerity will open doors that we never imagined possible, but we must be ready to assume the responsibility for the knowledge that follows. This question I speak of will be revealed within these pages as it comes to a point of decision and commitment in my own life.

Each person will be led to where they need to go, what they need to read, see, hear or experience and can trust God that it will be presented to you in the appropriate form. My way and my path may not be your way and vise versa. Each one has their individual path to walk and only God knows what our Sacred Contract states concerning our soul’s growth and the lessons each comes to learn in their present lifetime.

The healing process will find its way to open your mind and your heart as you are ready. As it has been said many times before, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. This you can count on as it happened in my own life and journey. I now know it as a matter of fact.

Chapter 1

Growing Pains

It was a cold day in the winter of February 1956, that I was born at the hospital in Little Rock, Arkansas to my parents and three siblings. We all lived in a modest home in the suburbs in a small farm town in the middle of the Bible belt. My earliest memory is from before my birth when I was still in my mother’s womb. It was the day my parents and sister would choose my name to be given to me at birth. They were sitting on the couch in the living room watching Bob Hope’s Chrysler Presents and saw a British Actress named, Diana Dors. Her real name as they pronounced it was Deyana or something like that and that is how I came to carry the name Yana.

I had never asked about how they came up with my name because I always knew, but when first writing my book back in 1986, I needed confirmation on this fact and called my Mother to ask the question of how I received my name, but before my mother could answer me, I told her how I thought it came about. Mom said, How did you know that? I never told you and you never asked before this day. That was because I already knew the answer so why should I have asked.

Another of my earliest memories was at age three when my sister was outside making a snowman and had left a candle burning in the window. I blew the candle out and went to light it by using a napkin. I held it up to the stove and the fire blazed up to burn my hand so I dropped the napkin on the floor catching my pajamas and the trash can on fire. I burned my leg and caught the cabinets on fire in the kitchen. I still have the scar on my left leg that reminds me when we play with fire we are certain to get burned.

I was three years old when my sister married and moved away from home, but I stayed with her at their new house in the country whenever I could. I loved her husband so much until the day I found the two of them in an argument and he hit her. She was pregnant with their first child and he hit her so hard she fell flat on her face and stomach. I thought she’d lose the baby for sure, but she didn’t. I lost all respect for him that day and never gained it back. He was such a controlling man, full of anger and I would never trust him again.

The 50's and 60's were the simplest of times. My life for the most part was happy and filled with love and laughter when our family would gather at my grandparent’s house, but that was not the case at my house.

My Grandmother Fannie, on my mother's side was a simple woman and I do not know why but I was afraid of her, maybe because she was a very strict woman. She just had a way that made us fear her. I never knew my Grandfather John, as he died the year I was born, but they tell me he was an alcoholic and absent most of the time. My daddy’s family probably did not have much more than my mom’s did, but they all managed to get by in those days, as times were simple back then. My dad is a WWII Veteran that always has a story to tell about the war. I never did think much of war growing up, but the stories were interesting and the scrapbook he made had many pictures of places we’d never see in our lifetime.

Both my parents were hardworking, simple folks of different religious backgrounds. My mother’s family was of the Pentecost faith and my father’s family Baptist. That was the basis of many arguments in our house as after my sister married; she had turned to her husband’s faith, Church Of Christ. Whenever our family would gather you could count on another argument regarding religion, which was right or what each one believed to be the truth and who was going to heaven or hell. What a concept! It seemed to me growing up that one book; the Holy Bible was responsible for many arguments and unhappiness in our family. It was not a pleasant experience for a child and it was enough to turn me against all religion.

Everyone spoke of God, but to see how they acted I wanted no part of what they called religion or God. If they really believed all of what they read and said then why so many arguments and why did they act the way they did? It made no sense to me so I never wanted to get into religion. Surely there was more to God than religion. There were so many different beliefs and who is to say which one has all the truth, if any? Which one is the right one, if any? Moreover, which one would God choose?

I was your typical kid who only cared about playing and having fun, a free spirit they tell me. My childhood was not one of the best, but I know it could have been much worse. Growing up my introduction to life consisted of constant turmoil because of my parents that fought on a regular basis. The jealously, anger and rage between my parents was too much to bear as a child. It would leave me hurt and empty inside. My childhood was one that would teach me about life and what we have to live through in order to overcome obstacles, behaviors and patterns set before us.

My Grandma Molly and Grandpa Will were the best role models in my life. Their relationship taught me what real love and commitment were about. I’m sure they had their problems, but I never heard them argue or say anything bad about anyone. They were devoted to God first and then to their family. They went to church and worked hard for everything they had, although they didn’t have much. They had the most important things in life, a great love of God respect and love for one another, and others.

Grandpa Will was a quiet man, unless he had something of importance to say. He was not one for idle conversation. Grandpa Will always sat in the corner of the living room in his favorite chair reading his Bible. I think my Grandpa knew that Bible frontward and backward. I know he did. Grandma Molly was a simple woman with lots of love to offer and she took her responsibility of house and family very serious as most women did back then.

I spent a lot of time with my Grandma Molly during the summer months on the front porch shelling peas and snapping green beans. There was always something to do as she was always cooking or cleaning and included me in everything she did, which meant a lot to me as a small child. Grandma always made me feel important and I always said that if I were nothing else in my life when I grew up, I wanted to be a good Grandmother, as good of one to my grandchildren as she was to me. That’s a very important role and women should take it as such. It seems to me that Grandparents are the backbone of the family.

The greatest times of my life were when my daddy’s parents were living and all the family would come home for a big family reunion in the summer or at Thanksgiving. There were dozens of us and we had such great times going fishing, having picnics, or just hanging out at my Grandparents. There was much laughter and our lives were not centered on TV. We spent hours talking, laughing and just having fun. It was the love and laughter that I remember and miss the most.

As for things at my house, my parents were always fighting over something. It seemed to me that normal at my house meant that my parents were always arguing and fighting about something. On many occasions, I cried myself to sleep and in my dreams remember flying high above the clouds, my arms stretched out and my feet dangling from underneath my gown like in the movie Peter Pan. This was the only way I could escape the turmoil as a child.

There were too many nights I would wake to the sound of my parents screaming at each other and would hear my daddy say he was going to take his gun, go into the back yard and blow his brains out. I was so frightened because I thought he would actually do it someday. As a child and adolescent, it was very hard for me to understand all that was going on with my parents and I’m not sure if it would have been in my best interest to try. Who could understand adults?

My daddy worked long hours in the fall due to harvest time at the local grain dryer and they worked nearly around the clock. We never saw him on holidays or special occasions except for a short time and then he’d have to go back to work. My mother worked for a watch factory out of town and it seemed she was never home. Many times, she would get off work and go out with friends or something. Who really knew where she was? All I know is my dad would put me to bed and he’d stay up waiting on Mom to come home. Sometimes she’d stay gone all night and we wouldn’t see her until the next day after work.

I knew when mom would return home there was going to be a fight that would most likely last all night. Daddy would ask where she had been and she would say she spent the night with a friend. Then they would start accusing one another of this or that and it would escalate to a full-blown fight. I knew I was not going to get any sleep. It just never seemed to end once they got started. It was then I started asking myself, who were these people? Moreover, why did I have to live with them? I wondered if they adopted me and if so, why my real parents would give me to these horrible people. I never felt as if I belonged here on earth or in this family. I always felt lost and confused as if this was not my home. It would be many years before I would have an answer to why I felt this way.

I was very unhappy as a child and it seemed no one cared, except my neighbor Mama Bea. She was always there for me when things got rough at our house. I would go next door and spend the night at her house to get away from the arguments and fighting at home. I knew where my safe place was and never hesitated to knock on their door knowing I would be welcomed with open arms.

Besides my grandparents, Mama Bea was the greatest woman in my life. I know God put her next door to us for a reason. She always loved me, as she loved her own children and never once did she look down on me for what was happening at our house. I know everyone in our neighborhood knew what went on at our house because you could hear my parents yelling and screaming all the way down our block and many times neighbors would call the police for a domestic disturbance. It was so embarrassing for me.

Even today, Mama Bea is part of my life and I know if I ever needed refuge she would be the first to welcome me. She is just the kind of woman everyone would be proud to call Mama and the love she shares is genuine. It comes straight from her heart. She use to talk to me about God, but I did not pay much attention then. Now we can discuss God and she does not tell me I am crazy for believing the things I do, or that it comes from the devil. She has more of an open mind than any Southern Baptist I ever knew.

Reviews for From Sister To Sister One Last Gift

[Staci Rieman · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

So blessed to have read this, Yana truly is a remarkable and special woman.