The Power to Heal: Spiritual Lessons from the Master

By Jane Palzare

Jane Palzere and Anna Brown met while attending a class in spiritual development.  Jane was working in a hospital and Anna was a teacher in a middle school.  When the class ended, they said goodbye never expecting to meet again.


Feeling an unrest and dissatisfaction with the way her life was going, Jane increased her efforts to find a new direction.  The search for meaning led her from church to church and from lecture to lecture.  


Jane was involved with meditation, prayer and classes in spiritual exercises.  She decided to try fasting as a means of strengthening her discipline.  At this point, the letters began to arrive.  Jane was surprised by their appearance and even more so when she was told that she would work with Anna Brown and that these letters were to be published in book form.


The letters themselves caused a great deal of soul searching and self analysis.  At first, they were met with skepticism, fear, questions, disbelief.  As mentors appeared who encouraged the sharing of the letters, they were able to accept what was happening.


By a series of events and circumstances which propelled the book forward the book went into several printings and was used in classes and seminars.


Anna passed away in 2005.  Jane continues to believe in the love of God and the workings of spirit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changing Lives Press
• Release date: Jun 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9780990942443

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The Power to Heal

SPIRITUAL LESSONS FROM THE MASTER

JANE PALZERE

Changing Lives Press

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ISBN-13: 978-0-99094-240-5

Copyright © 2015 by Changing Lives Press

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Cover & interior design: Gary A. Rosenberg

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Preface

Introduction

Illness and Health

The Evolution of Wrong Belief

Healing

The Process of Healing

The Healing Life

Healing Others

Some Final Words for Now

About Jane Palzere

For Donald and Emma,

and the other Donald

Acknowledgments

I want to thank Boyce Batey who, through Spiritual Frontiers Fellowship, made it possible for me to hear and meet so many people who enriched my spiritual life. I’m also very grateful to Laszlo More for his encouragement and support through the years as well as Igor Sikorsky Jr. for making sure that people read my books. I can’t forget Shirley and Richard O’Brien and, of course, Anna and Dick Brown who made the dream come true.

There is a special prayer for Francesca Minerva, who saw something in the book that even I didn’t see, and for Marie Timell, who was a delightful editor to work with and a wonderful asset in bringing these words to print. She did a fantastic job in understanding me, the material, and the workings of spirit.

Preface

BACKGROUND

Let me Live my life in such a way that everyone will know that I am a disciple of Jesus, a strange prayer from one who, just a few years earlier, had denied the name of Jesus and, indeed, the existence of God.

As I look back on those dark years in my life, I see them as a very necessary part of a spiritual quest that started before I was born.

Coming into a household with an agnostic father and a Catholic mother who attended church sporadically, I knew nothing about religion as a child. One day, I entered a Catholic Church with a playmate and sat in the back pew while she attended catechism class. I can still remember the peace and love I felt there as I waited for her. There was a presence and warmth around me that seemed to say, You are welcome here. Please come back. And I did, often.

During this wonderful time, it was not unusual for me to see Jesus in my room. I didn’t think this at all strange until the day I mentioned it to my mother and the look on her face frightened me. Don’t ever tell anyone, she said. Soon, Jesus stopped coming by to play with me.

I started to go to communion classes with my friend and at the age of 13, I was baptized with her and became a member of the Catholic Church. I married in the Church and spent the first few years of married life in quiet complacency, raising children, supporting a good husband, being part of an extended family.

But life’s disappointments caught up with me, as they do, including a miscarriage, and my spiritual foundation began to topple down around me. No priest could reach that part of me that was dying. I began to feel mistrust, disbelief and skepticism. My eyes were opened to the cruelties and the unexplained evils of the world and I began to think that God was either very stupid or very cruel and I wanted no part of Him.

Life became very black, very depressing and very frightening. My most common companions were anxiety and fear and most present moods were envy, resentment and anger. I denied God. Disowning sacrifice and discipline, I indulged whims, satisfied longings, and thought only of myself. There was a hollowness to my life that bordered on despair.

Yet, somewhere deep within me something was crying out: There must be more to life than this. So I prayed. Is there a God and if so, show me! What is the purpose of living?

Now I recognize that a guardian angel was fighting for me. Miracles and synchronicities began to happen. A book would catch my eye in a store; a lecture would speak to me. Every time I came to a fork in the road, there would be an experience, an encounter with someone or an event that would lead me in a new direction.

One day, while reading the newspaper at the dining room table, the phone rang. When I returned to the table, the wind had blown open the paper to an article that caught my eye. It was for a class to be held at the Episcopal Church, a block from my house. It would be a night out for me, I decided, but I went with a chip on my shoulder.

The minister had just joined the church and was enthusiastic, motivated, with a spirit of understanding and openness along with theological acumen. Although I argued question after question, he answered truthfully, sincerely and expertly.

He paved the way for me to start a serious search for God. I attended different churches, questioning, challenging, arguing, but always I struggled with the dichotomy between what God should be and what man said He was. It was when I attended a Jewish synagogue that I found the God of my understanding: A God who allowed us to be in charge of our lives; one who talked to us directly, communicating practical, fundamental laws that worked. Now I knew what I was looking for—a church where God and man talked to each other and worked together without guilt, shame or fear.

And then I came upon a Spiritualist church and found not only God in people, but a God I could relate to, a God I could understand, a God I could trust. Each soul makes his own happiness or unhappiness by the way he obeys or disobeys natures’ physical and spiritual laws.

I learned