As a child, I often had psychic experiences and seeings that often spoke of knowledge and wisdom from previous lives. But nothing that particularly frightened me.
That all changed when I started a lot of spiritual practice and unknowingly began to feed my Kundalini awakening.
It all started with meditation and Melbourne.
When I was in my late teens, I fell in love with Transcendental Meditation and read a lot of Deepak Chopra.
When I was 25, I moved into a meditation centre run by another spiritual teacher. I loved meditation, it helped me have better focus, and supported me to be effective in my studies, work and relationships. I was passionate about it.
What I did not know at the time was that lots of meditation also activates your sixth sense. It purifies and opens latent spiritual and psychic gifts. It starts to switch them on.
Furthermore, it is also important to know the meditation centre was in the heart of Jewish Melbourne. It was in an old, two-story, Jewish family house, complete with a full kosher kitchen. Jewish families had lived in this house for generations.
One night I was sleeping upstairs in this house, face down on my tummy, when all of a sudden a chorus of voices, who I several years later realized were in fact spirit guides, yelled out to me “Myree, wake up”.
I woke up and rolled over only to discover there was a Jewish Rabbi in my room. In fact, right beside my bed. He had the traditional wide-brimmed black hat, long ear locks, and long black robes and coat. He was an old but well-built man, strong, with grey salt and pepper beard. He was serious and focused. He didn’t seem scared of me at all.
And he was pretty solid, not very transparent. Yet it was pretty clear to me in my shock that he was a ghost. I remember a part of me taking him in while another part of me was slowly feeling horrified.
What was extraordinary about him is he had this vivid blue light, a neon blue aura shining out all around him.
It was 3 am in the morning and pitch-black yet he lit the room up.
He had his hand out over my body like this and there was something about this that did not seem right to me. What was he doing with me? (Years later I surmised he was likely charging himself up on my life force, thus his vibrant aura and solidity).
I was so frightened I rolled back over and put the pillow on my head like this.
I was saying inside “he will go away, he will go away” and using the pillow as protection, I am not sure what I hoped that would do.
After a while, I finally had enough courage to roll over and he was still standing there, continuing whatever he was up to with his hand like this.
That was enough for me, terrified I jumped up and ran downstairs and made myself an enormous mug of chamomile tea to calm my nerves and process what on earth was happening. That was really a ghost. My world just turned on its head.
After a couple of hours, I had enough nerve to go back upstairs and he had gone.
The exact same scenario happened for two more nights.
It’s 3 am. “Myree. Wake up.” I wake up and there is the rabbi ghost beside me with his hand out.
This was the mid-1990s.
There was no worldwide web, you couldn’t just go to the internet and put what to do about a ghost who visits you in the night in a Google search box and find five million pages of guidance and advice and phone numbers for people to call.
There were no guidebooks I had access to. I knew no ghostbusters or healers and they did not list in the yellow pages in those days. It was too exposing.
After a couple of days, I spoke to my housemates about it. My housemate Richard said he could help but that was a disaster. Finally, my housemate, Cindy came home and I told her about what happened. Together we did a beautiful and loving ceremony and moved him on and that was the end of my nighttime visitations from the rabbi. Which was a huge relief.
Yet his visits had changed my life. He opened my eyes and awareness irrevocably to subtle new ways of seeing and had given me the unexpectedly irrefutable experience of other realities. My views of the world and what was possible would never be the same again.
And he left me with a challenging after effect: that I could now at times, without choice, see dead people. It was not something I had sought out nor wanted, yet here was an unsought gift I needed to understand and get under control before it completely terrorized me.
To be honest I really needed to go somewhere like Harry Potter’s Hogwarts House of Witchcraft and Wizardry and get a good education.
Instead, it took me several years on my own to learn on my own to master this gift.
These days I only see ghosts if I choose, if one gets too close, or if someone needs me to help them. I might do so then. If I choose.
Eventually, I used these and other gifts to become a healer, coach and therapist.
I never imagined that I would be in part who I am today because of a neon blue, radiant, persistent Rabbi ghost.
I hope wherever he now is, he has found peace, in the same way, that I have about who I am too.
I would like to leave you with a few words from wise elder Dumbledore of Hogwarts, that ring true for me on this adventure:
“It is a curious thing Harry, but perhaps those most suited to power are those who never sought it themselves.”
Note: Many people are frightened that if they awaken they will have terrible and unwanted psychic experiences. It can happen but is not common. I just wish to assure those of you who are concerned that waking up automatically exposes you to experiences like mine. It does not. This was my path and calling and a very particular mission that the universe had in mind for me.