A Special Life: The story of a life

By Tanja Begerack, Natalia Sedyakina, Mario Rank and 2 more

Immerse yourself in my world, a life shaped by extraordinary experiences and a belief in the supernatural.

From my poignant childhood, where I first made contact with spirits, to paranormal encounters and near-death experiences, my extraordinary journey unfolds. These encounters have not only profoundly transformed my own life but will also challenge your perspective on the world.

Despite significant physical disabilities, I have learned to harness my thoughts and beliefs as driving forces to positively shape my life and pursue my dreams. In "A Special Life," I share valuable advice, offering you the opportunity to discover your own thoughts and dreams as keys to a fulfilled existence.

This book is much more than an autobiography; it is a treasure trove of inspiration and courage. Allow yourself to be captivated by my story, expanding your own perspective on the supernatural and the boundless power of thoughts. "A Special Life - Die Geschichte eines Lebens" will not only provoke contemplation but also empower you to forge your own path and fearlessly pursue your dreams.

Take a glimpse into a world beyond the ordinary and let my extraordinary and multifaceted life story touch you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: tredition
• Release date: Jun 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9783347955356

Tanja Begerack

Tanja Begerack was born in Munich in 1984 and spent her childhood primarily in Germany, but also occasionally in Spain. As an author, empath, clairsentient medium, spiritual guide, and mental trainer, she is already partially known from the media. Even as a young girl born with physical limitations (severe scoliosis with Klippel-Feil syndrome), she had access to the world of mediumship and spirituality. This early recognition led her to understand that there is more to life than what the human mind perceives and that she has a purpose on Earth. In the past, the author has been involved in various social projects and has been sharing her spiritual experiences and knowledge of the spirit world with people around the globe for many years. She began writing about her life some time ago and now conducts readings and lectures. Additionally, she plans to publish more books and support various social and spiritual-mediumship projects in the future.

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CHAPTER 1

Life and death

The title of this chapter I chose very consciously because my birth was for my mother an ordeal and both, my mother and I could have easily died. The doctors made a lot of mistakes during the whole birthing process.

My mother was in labor for many hours and was treated very poorly. Instead of giving appropriate help and making a cesarean section, the doctors continued to put pressure on my mother to deliver naturally and she eventually lost consciousness. My father was present during the entire procedure, so that’s how I know those details so well. My mother was no longer able to react and only remembers bits and pieces.

My dad told me that when my mother completely lost consciousness, the doctors injected her with adrenaline, to which she had an allergic reaction. Ultimately, as it had to happen, the doctors could get me out, but I had already turned completely blue and was no longer getting enough oxygen, which later caused a permanent lung damage. The midwife immediately whirled my little helpless body in the air and so I started to cry and finally breathe on my own.

After that, I was thoroughly examined and no abnormalities were found. My mother recovered from the ordeal mostly well and stayed in the hospital for a few more days with me for observation. During this time, my father pointed out to the doctors the smaller left eye, the permanently closed left hand, as well as the slightly curved spine and the relatively strongly inclined head to the left. However, they said that this was not a big deal and would give in with time.

Apparently it is considered a typical birthing cramp, which is not common, but can happen from time to time and usually resolves a few days later on its own. No one, except my parents, recognised that a physical impairment was already showing at that time. Then we went home and shortly after I started to get sick, in increasingly shorter intervals, as my parents also told me later. However, it was not just always a cold. On the contrary, it always affected my lungs directly. My parents prepared for frequent infections and hospital stays with me. After a few months, during an examination, they found out that there was a second stomach sac between my heart and lungs which they had to remove surgically, as it would have been life-threatening otherwise. Over the course of the frequent hospital stays, it was then determined that I have scoliosis with the Klippel-Feil Syndrome.

This physical symptom I would like to explain a bit further. Scoliosis is a side bend of the spine while also rotating (twisting) the vertebrae which can no longer be corrected by using the muscles. The Klippel-Feil syndrome is a rare, congenital syndrome caused by a malformation of the cervical spine and possible other malformations. For my parents, this news was certainly not easy at first.

What parent is not affected when they find out that their child has a disease or even a disability? However, they loved me and my mother still says today that if she had known before that I would have scoliosis, she would still have wanted to have me. However, it was a very difficult time for them because my health suffered greatly from these physical limitations. I can remember many things from the age of three very clearly. I have almost a photographic memory and remember some details that my parents often marvel at.

Now I would like to tell a little bit more from the time when I was still a baby. For example, there was also a very miraculous experience that my parents will never forget. I must have been about one and a half years old when I was very sick once again. This time it was again – off to the hospital, which unfortunately happened very frequently in my first years. So I spent a large part of my early childhood in these white, cold sterile walls.

At that time, I was seriously ill and the fever did not decrease despite the fever-reducing medication. After a while it got worse and the fever just wouldn't go down, the doctors told my parents that things were not looking good and they should expect the worst.

My mother, completely desperate and in tears, visited the Pater Rupert Mayer Church in Munich that same evening and prayed for my recovery. She eventually went back to the hospital, completely exhausted and still worried. The doctor came to her and said it was a real miracle, but my fever would suddenly drop and I was already feeling a little better. I would like to mention that my family is quite religious, but not strictly Catholic or anything like that. I was never forced to have any beliefs. Every evening, my mother used to read me a loving goodnight prayer as a child and we also visited church on Sundays occasionally. I knew that there was a loving God who watches over all of us and lives in heaven. At the time, I still imagined an old man with a long white beard in heaven who watched over me and knew what I did.

I still smile about that sometimes today, especially when I consider that I realised very early on that things are different than what we are taught and brought up with.

I don't think it's bad what we are taught, but I'll express myself more extensively in later chapters on that topic.

My childhood was very difficult in terms of health and I can only remember a few periods when I was healthy. Due to a constant susceptibility to infections, I spent most of my time at home. I had only a few friends visit me at home in my early years because I always had to make sure that no one who visited me was sick or even had a cold. One might think that I had a very lonely childhood. But no, quite the opposite! I grew up in a very loving family and my parents gave me all the love they could. And I was never really alone. I remember that my mother often let me sit in a playpen for a long time while she studied to be a naturopath which she did from home and I always kept myself busy.

Still Today, I can easily remember all of that time. I often saw little nature spirits, elves and spoke to them. My parents always laughed and said: Oh, Tanja is talking to herself again! And many would now certainly say that these are just childlike fantasies. But no, they were not at all, quite the opposite. I was able to perceive things at that time that unfortunately the adults did not see and so for a very long time.

There was not a single day that I look back on and felt lonely or alone. I knew, (because I could feel them), that someone was always there. Also the countless times that my guardian angel protected and accompanied me. It is really wonderful when you have the gift of being able to perceive these things. I know that all children (especially the very young ones) still have this ability. This is because they have not been on this planet for so long and still have a view of the other being. They often still see the auras and can perceive other entities. Therefore, every parent should make an effort to give their child enough attention and observe how it behaves in certain situations or how it reacts to different people and things. I often wished that my parents would not have said so carelessly Oh, she is talking to herself or to her imaginary friends but I quickly realised that it would not do any good to explain to them what I see and hear because they simply did not see what I saw.

The german christmas tradition, the Christ Child , I did not like so much either. In Germany we don’t have a Santa Claus for Christmas we have, literally translated the Christ Kindl meaning the little Christ/Child. As nice as it is when parents tell you that the Christ Kindl comes on Christmas Eve and then come up with some ideas to surprise the children, it already starts a certain breach of trust between parents and children as soon as the truth comes to light. It was all kind of nice and beautiful in my eyes back then but something about this story just did not feel right to me. I can't imagine that the Christ Kindl wouldn't show itself to me, after all I could see all these other beings. So why wouldn't the Christ Kindl?

So I decided to pretend I was getting my mother's cigarettes and secretly looked through the keyhole and saw my parents distributing the gifts under the Christmas tree. I was very disappointed when I saw this, not because the Christ Kindl didn't exist, but more because of the fact that they were deceiving me. So I waited until they finished, went back inside with the cigarettes and my parents called out as usual: Look Tanja, the Christ Kindl was just here, you were too slow, it just flew out the door. I played along with their performance and didn’t say anything. That's when the first, well-intentioned but memorable lie of this world was told to me. And I began to wonder why adults would make up such things and talk about beings that didn't exist, but on the other hand they wouldn't acknowledge the ones that I did. That made me very sad and I already began thinking about many things at that time. When I was about five years old, I began teaching myself how to read. I really wanted to be able to! My parents would read to me from different children's books every night, often rereading a story multiple times if I liked it particularly well. So one night, I picked up my favorite book.

I still know all too well which one it was! It was the Dream Eater by Michael Ende. I knew the story inside and out at the time, so I gradually began to practice reading (since I knew the letters). So on other days I also took other books and actually managed to teach myself to read. After that, I also learned to write, partly with my mother's support. As a result, I was able to read and write quite well even before starting school. I don't consider myself above average intelligent but my interest was so great that it was easy for me to learn. Once I could read, I devoured books with great enthusiasm! Many other things like technology, sounds, colours and shapes also fascinated me immensely. I set up the television channels at home, easily operated the Atari Computer, other technical devices which amazed my father.

I was only five years old at the time and everything that interested me came easily to me, as if I had never done anything else!

My love for animals and nature was also always incredibly intense and pronounced. Horses and dolphins in particular have a special place in my heart, although I love all other living beings just as much.

But I feel a very close connection with dolphins, I knew then that they are very wise and old souls and that they have a very high connection to divinity.

I associate dolphins with the origin of several of my incarnations. They are a piece of connection to my deepest roots for me. And the beautiful horses – well, I know that I had several lives here on Earth where they were my faithful companions. Like my spirit animal, which is also a horse and stands by my side. I was able to see it with my spiritual eye several times. Therefore, that’s why I had such a strong connection to them as a child. Whenever I saw Flipper or Mister Ed on TV, my little heart opened. It just seemed so familiar to me. I was able to communicate well with animals in general and every living being had a connection to me right away. I have never had the experience of being bitten or even attacked by a dog. I can remember years later when a big Bernese mountain dog ran towards me with full force, jumped high and I thought: Oh No ! Now he is going to knock me down! But no, the dog shifted its entire weight to its hind legs, put its front paws on my shoulders, licked me across the face once and jumped off. That was so incredibly sweet! He knew exactly what to do with his body weight. And that's how it always was with animals, they knew exactly how far they could go with me. I could communicate with them to some extent and they would respond to me. All of this was just as self-evident as if it were normal.

At least that's how I felt as a child!

At the age of six, I was given my own small dog as a gift. His name was Cherry and he was my loyal companion. We had a strange connection to each other and I still think of him fondly today. He was a very special little dog and we all loved him. When I was six, I often became very sick and hardly ate anything for days.

My parents were very worried about me because I didn't want to eat anything except a little bit to drink and even then it was with much difficulty. At that time, a good friend of the family often came to visit us. I still remember him well. He was an astrologer and a very wise old man. He spoke with my mother and explained that she didn't have to worry about me; I was going my own way and would reach a high age and that I received over 80% of my energy directly from the cosmos, so it didn't matter if I ate a little less for a few days. In retrospect, I can only agree with him, because as a child, despite the many frequent illnesses and pneumonia, I had an incredibly high level of energy. I did suffer during the infections because of the cough which was very cruel and my whole body sometimes ached a lot, but I had an incredibly strong will to endure everything. The problem as a child was that the doctors pumped me full of antibiotics. The result of that was that my immune system was completely paralysed. As I described in the beginning, I became more and more prone to infections and that was only caused by poisoning my organism with those medications.

So my mother, when I was still