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Journey into a Cult: Mystical Awakenings
Journey into a Cult: Mystical Awakenings
Journey into a Cult: Mystical Awakenings
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Innocence, inexperience, curiosity and free willWhen the Goddess meets the male ego, a power struggle of frightening and dramatic proportions leads to abduction and forcible confinement.
Follow me into the realms of meditation, visualization and spiritual, mystical awakening. Who knew this journey would lead me from mind-numbing terror to awe inspiring grace and love?
Did I ignore the danger signs? The escalating struggle for sanity and safety tells a tale of honor and courage who, me?
From this surreal experience I emerged metamorphosized into truth, light and love, behold, a Light Worker.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBalboa Press
Release dateJun 27, 2012
ISBN9781452551661
Journey into a Cult: Mystical Awakenings
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Kathleen Y. Rattigan

Kathleen Y. Rattigan is a counsellor in the work of advanced addiction therapy that helps heal holistically. She is also a spiritual teacher for souls seeking answers as to their “raison d’être”. Kathleen has published numerous articles relating to the well being of body, mind and spirit. She has formal training in Counselling Skills, Drug & Alcohol Addiction, Adult Psychology, Fitness & Nutrition, and Relaxation Therapy. She has achieved 33 Levels of Metaphysical Awareness Training from a renowned Spiritual University. Kathleen now lives peacefully in a secluded valley located in the heartland of Quebec, Canada. She is happily surrounded by a large and loving family, has been merrily married for a long time, and enjoys her extended feline family.

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    Journey into a Cult - Kathleen Y. Rattigan

    Chapter 1

    Out Of Body Experiences

    DID YOU EVER DREAM you were flying, and woke up to find out it was true? My first time, which led to the death of my dull existence and the birth of an extraordinary adventure, happened at a time of enormous unhappiness in my life. Home was an isolated and bigoted French Canadian hamlet nestled high in the hills of apple orchard country in Quebec, Canada.

    One summer evening, when my life was still grinding on run-of-the-mill and tedious, I fell asleep and woke up, but not in my body; I was hovering above the trees of the apple orchard next to my home. There was no sensation of fear – only a sense of timelessness, peace and a very different awareness of self. Looking down, I began to drift, as a balloon would, feeling no sensation of flight, floating gently along, watching the play of moon shadows on the skeleton trees below me. After a time I pivoted upwards and beheld the night sky soft and hazy with tumultuous clouds of purple, silver and grey, the moon peering misty and vague behind their cover. At that moment, my memory fades.

    The next morning I opened my eyes to vivid recall of this incident and comforted myself by calling it just a dream. All that day I felt vague and distorted by these memories, unable to chase away the gut feeling that the strong reality of this dream was unlike any previous experience I could recall. The rest of the week passed and the memories faded into the background of my mind as daily life continued to unfold uneventfully.

    Seven days later, it happened again, with a new and unsettling twist. I woke up AS I was leaving my body. I was wide-awake, highly conscious, and yet my physical body was rigid and felt paralyzed. There was a drawing, gathering, lifting sensation, and then I floated free, hovering 2-3 feet above my body, staring up at the ceiling. Outside, I was screaming inside my mind, I’ve got to get outside, and yet before I left, I turned over and for the reality check of my life, saw my body below, sprawled out in deceptively peaceful slumber.

    Without knowing how I accomplished it, I suddenly popped through my ceiling and rooftop to the hushed night air and zoomed straight upward. It was again a clouded, moon lit sky-space. This night the moon wore a shroud of soft, pale blue mist, shining clearly up ahead of me, a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel of clouds. I flew high, glancing down only once, seeing my familiar trees appearing as small as fence posts. I had the sense of being totally alone in this strange new world, there were no sounds to be heard, it was as if I was engulfed in a bubble, and the only thing I heard were my own thoughts. My sense of self was so different, yet, it felt comforting and familiar at the same time. My fear had left me, because it had only been the fear my physical body had experienced at the strong sensation of us parting – at this moment, my memory fades.

    A new door had cracked open in my life and an adventure was beginning. I began to search for some kind of explanation of what was happening to me. I had no one I could ask, I did not even know the name of what I was experiencing. Remember, I lived in a very isolated French Catholic community where I was as a complete outsider, because not only I was new to their area, but I was also English. I can understand why I would feel so all alone when I was out flying among the clouds. I was not to remain alone for long, however.

    A meteor shower was heading towards earth and the news stations were promising us that this would produce a spectacular night show that no one should miss. The promised date arrived, and I was eagerly looking forward to watching this heavenly show of falling stars. The evening, however, turned dark and overcast and I went to sleep that night sorely disappointed that I would miss such a special show. That was the night that I met my first spirit guide.

    I do not remember leaving my body, yet I came to alert consciousness with a start – staring at our planet, our beautiful blue pearl, Earth, from a vantage viewpoint out in space. I stared in utter amazement at the being perched beside me, a glorious figure outlined in a shimmering halo of golden fire. While I could see no definite features, this figure radiated gentle humor and love at me. He (for it felt male to me) laughed softly and said, Well, you wanted to see the meteor shower didn’t you? I laughed in delight and proceeded to watch the most stunning sight imaginable, the meteors exploding into bursts of flame as they hit earths’ atmosphere.

    As the show progressed, this being and I communicated silently, mind to mind, and he filled my mind with wondrous questions and answers. He asked if I was interested in continuing this level of exploration, and would I be willing to start to walk the path of spiritual awakening? He warned me, Life will change for you and the experiences that come will be profound and, at times, frightening. Little then did I realize how true this would be, how at times I would want to run away from this new awareness, and return to being asleep, which is the state, my guide said, that most of us are in until we begin to spiritually awaken.

    The following morning I had again retained clear memory of this encounter. My reality was shaken to the core of my being. How was I to find answers, where could I turn to discover the explanations behind these other worldly experiences? Unbeknownst to me were forces already at work in my life, and there were events racing towards me to take me by the hand and lead me into a world I had never dared to imagine.

    Chapter 2

    I Meet A Teacher

    IN THE LITTLE COMMUNITY where I dwelt, there were only a few English-speaking people. Just down the road, in a little trailer house, lived a woman, about my age, also English speaking, with whom I had a nodding acquaintance. She was also isolated in this area as her spoken French was no better than mine was. Loneliness drove us together and we began to meet for coffee. For the sake of protecting her privacy, I name her Pearl. We discussed the usual things women everywhere talk about when they get together, our husbands, our neighbors, and children and so on. Pearl had lived here for the past few years and was an endless fount of stories and gossip about our fellow residents that she told with a wonderfully vicious sense of humor.

    My morning habits included early walks in the woods situated near my home and, as my walks ended, I would head to Pearls house for my first cup of java, and my daily dose of laughter and sharing of good woman talk. As our relationship progressed into issues of a more personal nature, I began to feel the need, for the first time, to speak of my out-of-body experiences. To my surprise and relief, she was very open and curiously interested in these episodes. As it so happened, Pearl had just read in the newspaper about a new type of course or workshop in Montreal. Montreal, Quebec, is a large city, a multicultural, sophisticated center, offering a plethora of activities to suit all people who live or visit her. The advertisement that Pearl referred to was an invitation to an introductory lecture concerning the powers of the mind.

    Something deep inside me began to feel an intense excitement and yet also a nervous sense of expectation. The trip from our little country hideaway to Montreal took over an hour, so after some phone calls to the number given in the ad, and some detailed directions, my friend and I decided this was something to be explored.

    The date of the lecture loomed large in my mind, and

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