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Susy Smith revealed in her book an episode that has all the earmarks of a walk-in transition. Sometime during World War II, when Susy Smith was a young adult in her early thirties, she worked in Baltimore as a hospital secretary with an extremely arrogant boss. Because the war was in full swing, single young men who were husband material were few and far between. She writes: “Toward the end of that year as a hospital secretary, I was so completely miserable that I tried to kill myself. … Over a time, many worries pile up in the mind until there comes such a feeling of helplessness that there is an inability to endure another moment of life. … Now that I was entirely resolved, I eagerly began swallowing the prescription liquid sleep aid I obtained earlier that day. The bottle’s contents could not be drunk straight down, for it would have come straight up, so I took the potion spoonful by spoonful, secure in the belief that if I got down enough of it, oblivion would forever result. But with each sip I became more and more nauseated, and finally it was impossible to lift the spoon to my mouth once more. I barely made it to my bed to rest a few more moments until the malaise might pass and my deadly chore be continued.” She continues, “The birds were chirping merrily when I awoke to a sunny morning, and I never felt better in my life. I joined them in song, actually dancing around the room in happiness to find myself alive and greeted by such a beautiful day.” This mirrors the transition experience of many, many walk-ins. What is Creator’s perspective?
ClosedNicola asked 1 week ago • 
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A viewer asks: “Your latest LHP-DSMR webinar a week ago, where you talked about the targeting aspect from a personal experience, had me reminded of something that happened to me as a 17-year-old (I’m now 58). When I was a child, I was teased and frozen out by others for not being like them. In other words, chatting about nothing really. I was always alone. I didn’t look like anyone else either, as I didn’t follow fashion in any way, and I couldn’t really as my parents didn’t have a lot of money to spare. Then, in the lead-up to becoming a teenager, a person from my school began to name-call me. I remember the moment when it all began, as he was sitting fairly close to me at a school gathering, and he said to his friend that I was so ugly and looked like a witch as I had a longer chin and a sharp nose to match it. I didn’t need to turn around to know that he was talking about me. My whole body knew. I felt his energy towards me and so presume this was pure karma in action. From that moment on, more and more boys started to call me a witch and, in the end, every single boy I came across in the school did the same thing. I sometimes had no idea who they were and had never seen them before until they walked past me and called me a witch. Every day for three years. After those three years, I was burnt out and my grades came tumbling down with it. Despite this, my mother managed to find me a college where no one from the school would be able to follow me. In that first year of college, I struggled enormously with myself and reading things that were of no interest to me. I had no friends, no direction, and no real interests. Throughout those years of torment, my mother had taken me to see a plastic surgeon to see if they could remove the tip of my chin. Each time, I was told that I was too young to have the operation as I was still growing. At the end of my first year at college, I couldn’t take it anymore. A last visit to see the surgeon had proved a no-go, and a whole group of people had been staring at me as they were in training for plastic surgery. My heart broke at that point. It is still a strong emotion in me to this day. I don’t cry today, but I can still feel the power of the moment. I decided to end my life at that point. I removed any paperwork from school I had connected to me as I didn’t want anything to trouble anyone else. I was going to jump in front of a bus or car. It didn’t matter and no one else mattered. Not my family or siblings. Not the person who would end up driving into me. I started to feel relaxed and okay with the world as I was intent of never going back to college again, that this summer was to be my last. That same summer, perhaps three or four weeks before college was due to begin again, the plastic surgeon’s office called and said that they were happy to operate on me after all, despite being too early. I have always seen this as a Divine intervention to save me, but I am pretty certain now that this was due to doing the protocols today which impacted the situation then. And my question to Creator is therefore whether I am correct in this thinking?” What can we tell her?
ClosedNicola asked 3 months ago • 
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