This Is for You: Heal Your Life – Heal the World

By Barry Sadleir

Gran is a powerful, intergalactic being who cares deeply for the Earth and the people upon it. His words address the dramatic changes that are occurring on Earth now. The most visible evidence of these is the political and economic upheavals as well as the great number of natural disasters. Gran explains that what is really taking place is an evolutionary step in the nature of our planet and in humanity.

Our evolution will mean less involvement in the physical and a turning inward to learn more of our hearts, minds and souls. Gran says our true nature is love which is the nature of the universe and we must reconnect with this. The result will be a world that is far more caring and where wealth is distributed more evenly.

This is not a book that provides comfortable answers to difficult questions. Instead, it urges us to turn within to discover our own personal truth. This is what we can trust completely and what will guide us safely and harmoniously through the difficult period we currently face. Help and guidance are always there for us. Grans very words help to heal us which in turn helps to heal the Earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Jan 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452502946

Barry Sadleir

Barry was born in Brisbane, Australia on June 24, 1952. For the last twenty-five years he has worked as a secondary school teacher teaching English and Drama in different parts of the world. He presently lives in Hong Kong and continues to teach and do his healing work.

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Contents

Dedicated to D.

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

ABOUT THE WRITER…

Dedicated to D.

With very special thanks to Cheryl Salerno for her invaluable support and advice throughout every stage of the realization of this work.

INTRODUCTION

Since reading The Third Eye by Lobsang Rampa at the age of seventeen, I have been fascinated by the idea of reincarnation. I had a lot of religious feeling during my childhood and early teenage years: my parents had sent me to Sunday School at a very young age, I was confirmed into the Church of England in Australia having been baptized as a baby, I was an altar boy and taught Sunday School when I was in secondary school. I had even seriously considered becoming a minister. In my mid teens though, I became disillusioned with it all.

Lobsang Rampa’s book (in fact I read many of them) spoke to me on a deeper level than religion ever had. It made more sense. Anglicanism had told me to be good so I would go to heaven. Lobsang Rampa spoke of karma and how our actions in one life impact the quality of future lives. This seemed a much better reason to be good and helped me come to terms more with the injustices I saw all around me.

Reincarnation fired my imagination. In my early twenties, I visited a spiritualist who lived in the Dandenong Mountains outside of Melbourne. He gave me a long list of past lives that I had lived. It was interesting but didn’t mean a great deal to me. There was no detail about the nature of any of the lives. A number of the lives had been religious ones.

At the same time as I was reading The Third Eye, I was becoming very attracted to the occult. I started organizing séances with friends and was thrilled and excited by the results. It seemed to me that I could sense the spirits of people. One night when I was about twenty-one, I was in bed, still awake very late, drinking tea and smoking. I sensed the presence of my grandfather who had died some years earlier. I had liked my grandfather and felt very pleased to have this contact.

After a short time, I felt the spirit of my grandfather start to enter my body and I wasn’t alarmed by this. It seemed that he wanted to experience the sensation of smoking through me as this was something he had done all of his life. I was happy to be able to do this for him. I sometimes sensed the presence of spirits in different houses that I visited.

At the age of twenty-two I went through a serious bout of depression. It was so severe that I could not function at all and I could barely communicate with other people. In an attempt to get help, amongst other things, I went to see a hypnotherapist.

The young person that I initially spoke to at the clinic became alarmed at the state I was in and quickly went to find a senior therapist. This person told me that I had been fooling with things that I didn’t understand that were dangerous, and that I was in trouble. Apart from this, he was not able to offer me any real help.

I could find no way out of the pain I was suffering and the only relief I could find was to tell myself that I would kill myself. My father had a bottle of sleeping tablets that he didn’t use. One morning, after everyone had left the house, with a mind clear of any thought, I walked to the cupboard, took out the bottle and slowly swallowed all of the tablets with the assistance of a cup of tea. I felt great relief as I quickly lost consciousness.

To my horror, I woke up in the psychiatric ward of a public hospital. Apparently, my brother had come home in the afternoon and noticed I wasn’t moving and alerted my mother. They called an ambulance.

When I regained consciousness, my mother was there. The first thing she said to me was, Promise me you will never do this again. I said I wouldn’t but the words rang through a complete hollowness within me because I didn’t know what I could do. The only solution I had been able to find to my problem had not worked but, at the same time, I knew I couldn’t cause any more pain to my family.

Going back home was difficult but I felt I had to somehow maintain a pretense that I was okay. It was difficult but I kept pretending. I eventually stumbled upon some little books published by an American spiritual organization called Unity. They spoke of the value of positive thought and I learned about the idea of making affirmations.

I started to use them and slowly began to climb out of the hell that my life had become. Affirmations have been the bedrock of my life ever since and I use this relatively easy and simple technique to this day. I understand now much more fully how our thoughts create our reality. It is probably the most important lesson that we can learn. I learnt it the hard way.

I have certainly had my share of indulgence in this life. The sensual and sexual side of life has been very important to me but spirituality has always been important also. I don’t see a conflict between the two. I learned yoga and meditation at the age of twenty-three. I persisted with meditation on and off but at about the age of forty it became a more important part of my life.

Affirmations and meditation were the core of my spiritual life for many years. I used affirmations to ensure my life proceeded smoothly and to help me do what I wanted to do and get what I wanted to get. Meditation helped me to maintain calmness and emotional balance. They never failed me.

My father died in 1979 just a few years after my mother was diagnosed as being bi-polar. He was only fifty-five and died of asbestosis which was a result of working in the ship-building industry during the second world war. Soon after my father’s death, my younger brother moved back into our family home and stoically remained with my mother for many, many years. This allowed me the freedom to live overseas and generally enjoy myself.

In 1999, at the age of forty, my brother surprised us all by announcing that he was getting married. I knew things would not be the same. In 2000, I moved back to Australia and into the family home once more to be of assistance to my mother who was now alone. I didn’t realize it, but it was to completely change the direction and nature of my life.

Living with someone who is bi-polar is very difficult and I suffered. My mother played around with her medication. I sought solace in my spiritual life as well as the odd glass or two of white wine or whatever was at hand. They sustained me but in 2004 I could no longer cope with the pressure.

I managed to secure a teaching job in Hong Kong and moved there. One of my sisters who lives in Brisbane was able to oversee my mother and my brother was still around. It was a very tough decision but I felt I was being slowly destroyed by the callous, manic side of my mother’s personality and I could see no point in allowing that to happen.

By the time I arrived in Hong Kong I felt damaged. I felt angry, resentful and cheated by the