Soul Spirit Self Realizations

By Michele Marie Tate

A GUIDE TO UNDERSTANDING
SPIRITUALITY
Are you a Spiritual seeker?

Inside you will discover sacred truths
about lifes mysteries.

Learn how to deepen your connection
between Humanity and Divinity.

Find greater understanding in the
unexplainable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Feb 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504327756

Michele Marie Tate

Michele lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband, daughter and grandchildren. She pursued a career in the healthcare field, but always found time for her love of writing. Her first completed novel was, Blood, Money, Power, which was inspired by a true story. The book is about political wealth and greed that leads to the murder of her friend’s husband, by his mother. Epic dreams, visions and unexplained experiences compelled her to research life’s greatest mysteries. Later, she became a certified Hypnotherapist specializing in past life regression. Michele has attended many writer workshops and conferences. On her spiritual journey, she opened her heart and mind to higher guidance through the Tarot cards and became an energy reader. Michele also studied the Kabbalah, at the Society of Inner Light and is a world traveler to China, Chile, Europe and Machu Picchu. She continues to write spiritual articles and shares her wisdom in her new book, Soul Spirit Self Realizations.

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Contents

Part One

Seeking Understanding

1) Understanding the Unexplainable

2) Understanding Your Soul

3) Understanding the Essence of Being

4) Understanding Ego

5) Understanding Life

6) Understanding Karma

7) Understanding the Feminine Energy

8) Universal Understanding and Unity

9) Understanding the Bigger Picture

10) Understanding Intuition

11) Understanding Duality and Alternative Realities

12) Understanding Past Life

13) Understanding Communication from the Other Side

14) Understanding Synchronicity

15) Understanding the Tree of Life

16) Understanding Divine Light

17) Understanding the Mystery of Death

Part Two

Spiritual Energy

1) Anthroposophy, A Spiritual Philosophy

2) Soul Family

3) Searching For Your Soul Mate

4) Creating Lasting Relationships

5) You and the Image in the Mirror

6) Connecting With Your Inner Voice

7) How to Access Your Spirituality

8) Connecting With Your Source

9) The Game of Life

10) Being a Free Spirit

11) Being Dyslexic

12) Influence From Unseen Quarters

13) Physic Forces and Physical Phenomenon

14) Learning to Let Go

15) Life has an Expiration Date

16) The Cosmos and the Akashic Records

17) Good vs. Evil

Part Three

Outside the Box

1) Vision Quest/Great Spirit

2) Machu Picchu

3) The Gift of Friendship

4) This Thing Called Time/Angel of Hope

5) The Visitor

6) Imagine What God Might Say?

7) The Essence of Faith

Part Four

For Your Reference

1) Sacred Earth Energy

2) Hypnosis and the Symbol Association Questionnaire

3) Color Your World With Positive Energy

Dedication

To my dearest husband, who has always supported and believed in me.

Preface

You must be the change you wish to see in the world.

Mahatma Gandhi

Soul Spirit Self Realizations was inspired by my personal journey to understand the unexplainable epic dreams, visions and out of the box experiences that are my reality.

If you are a seeker and yearn to understand life’s mysteries the following articles can offer a pathway to personal enlightenment. Working in the healthcare field, becoming a certified Hypnotherapist, that specialized in past life regression and being an energy reader opened my mind to believe there is more to life than what we see. My world travels to Machu Picchu, China, Europe and South America illustrated how humankind is connected. Studying the Kabbalah and the Tarot opened my heart to unconditional faith that each one of us can receive higher guidance.

I’m so grateful these articles found a spiritual home at Hay house publishing. May this book offer you greater understanding and be a spiritual guide on this journey we call life.

Michele Marie Tate

Acknowledgements

I appreciate the many philosophies of conscious spiritual leaders that have touched my soul. Their words of wisdom and reflections brought personal realizations that encouraged me to write these words of truth.

Also, I am truly grateful for the faithful support of my dear husband, my beautiful daughter, her family and many sacred friends. My acknowledgement wouldn’t be complete without thanking my creator and the angels for the extraordinary higher guidance I’ve received throughout my life.

Introduction

Life is a Journey

I’m writing this to share my life journey and offer insights of hope to those who endure the loss of a loved one.

I’ll never forget that day we got the news that my son died in a car accident. The gut-wrenching howl that echoed from my throat sounded like a wounded animals cry. A wave of anger, pain and disbelief overwhelmed me with the vengeance of an avalanche crushing the life force from my body.

What I didn’t know then was the surface of this pain had only been scratched and the journey ahead would be the hardest road I’d ever walk. Only now, twenty-two years later can I look back and reflect on how I survived this tragedy and personally changed through the lessons learned.

It was Memorial Day weekend and we planned a family get away. Our son Irwin was twenty-one, healthy and a very talented writer and singer. He formed several rock bands and wrote forty-two original songs and several screenplays. We were writing a book together called E.A.R.T.H. (Experimental Action to Reach Terrestrial Harmony.)

I was working at a Dental office and my husband owned his own flooring business that my son worked in. While our family was driving toward our destination, our son received a phone call that his girlfriend was hospitalized and he was worried. Before we traveled too far, Irwin called a friend to come get him and he returned home. My husband, older daughter and I got to say goodbye to him together, not knowing this would be the last time we would ever see him alive.

When we returned home we found a business card tucked into the side of our front door. My husband pulled it out and showed it to me. It was police officer’s business card marked call immediately. Right then, I knew Irwin was gone. Sobbing, I told my husband and daughter, Irwin died! They wouldn’t believe me until we played the answering machine and heard messages of condolences. Irwin had been driving with another boy who had survived the rollover car accident. We later learned that my son was thrown from the vehicle. He hadn’t died immediately and was flown by helicopter to the hospital, but was pronounced dead on arrival.

What followed was a blur of events. Feeling like a zombie, I made phone calls telling others about our nightmare. I wanted it to be a bad dream, but with each conversation the reality of his death could not be denied. Exchanges of sympathy poured in as we prepared to bury our precious son. We focused on a proper tribute to his life, accomplishments and the details of the funeral that needed to be handled right away. The grief and missing never left but it was impossible to deal with this devastating news all at once.

I remember people saying they were praying for us. Thinking back, I honestly believe I felt their support. Still, when my anger and grief overpowered me questions screamed from my mind to God, Why? and "What if?’

My life was forever changed from that moment forward. Dreams of the future were torn away like the pages of our unfinished book. There is an unimaginable amount of despair, sorrow and pain that comes from losing your child. Literally, it felt like a part of me died that day. Death steals so much away from you and darkens the following days. It has taken me years to heal and a scar still remains on my heart. Yet, the passing of time softens your pain and you learn life goes on.

The following experiences may be hard to fathom, but they are as real as the bones in my body. Three days after we received the tragic news I had my first encounter with the unexplainable. I was crying in my room when I heard the echo of my son’s laughter in my ear. There was not a speck of joy in my heart even so; the familiar sound of his voice comforted me. I’ve never forgotten the words I heard, Mom, you were right.

Right about what? I didn’t understand, but vowed to figure it out. This was the beginning of many times that my son connected with me. During that first year, life felt unbearable. All joy and pleasure seemed out of place. Anger, guilt and sorrow consumed me in the first weeks and months. My relationship with my husband, family and close friends changed because I wasn’t the same. The very things that brought me simple enjoyment like eating, watching a movie or spending time with others now came with painful reminders of my own loss.

I asked God, How can I go on living? Nothing seemed worthwhile. I’d lost hope in tomorrow and dreaded each new day. In the depth of my despair I even longed to join my son and called out to him, How am I going to live the rest of my life without you?

To my astonishment his voice echoed in my ear repeatedly saying, Mom, I’m a heartbeat, breath and snap of a finger away,

I argued back, I have the rest of my life to live without you.

Again I would hear his laughter. He’d say, Time is only an illusion.

Not to me. I answered back.

Throughout that first year I struggled to find something to hold on to. Then I was laid off from my job because I took too many days off. It was another hit of life’s unfairness. Instead, the time off turned out to be a gift. It gave me time to begin processing my grief. I would sit outside in my backyard while sobbing and yearning for my son.

Then one day, I noticed a blue bird resting at the top of a tree at the far left corner of our yard. Suddenly it flapped its wings, rose up in the air, loudly tweeting and retuned back to the top of the tree. I smiled thinking the bird was a message for me.

To my surprise there were many days this same bird returned and repeated his funny personal performance. I told my husband about it and I wasn’t sure he believed my story. One day when I was in my bedroom crying, my husband came in and told me he saw my bird outside in the tree. We had French doors in our bedroom that faced the backyard. I looked up and realized I could see the bird from my bed. That meant he could be watching me. I felt this small creature was a sign or message telling me to look up. Somehow this brought some light back into my life.

Several months later, my husband and I decided to visit the site of my son’s accident. The location was clearly marked by the highways patrol’s report. We pulled over and began walking around. We found several remnants from our vehicle and I picked up a cassette tape that was still in tact. From the corner of my eye I saw a pair of jeans covered with dirt. I fell down to my knees knowing they belonged to my son. Tears poured down my cheeks thinking of his last moments. Soon, a vision of my son waving his arms filled my mind. Irwin frantically repeated, Mom I didn’t die. I transcended.

Shaking my head, I tried to understand his words, but grief overcame me. When we returned home I told my husband about it and we looked up the word in the dictionary. It means movement from one place to another.

During that first year I wanted life to be like it was before my son died and I fought the truth that it would never be the same. What hurt most was facing all the time ahead of me that I would live without my child and never see him get married or have children. On the year anniversary of his death I heard