Awakening to the Immortal Self (eBook)

Deborah Kolander (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
160 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3178-1031-3 (ISBN)

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An extraordinary journey beyond time, space, and the limits of the human condition. In An Awakening to the Immortal Self, Deborah Kolander takes you on an unforgettable odyssey through the boundless reaches of existence. Told through the eyes of Amara - a seeker devoted to uncovering the true nature of her soul, this memoir unfolds across past, present, and future lives, leading her on a path of profound self-realization. Amara's quest begins in ancient times, where she lives under the tutelage of the self-created god Thoth, whose teachings unlock the doors to her eternal consciousness. Through past lives, and future lifetimes, she is reborn, seeking answers not just for herself, but for the very fabric of existence. As her journey unfolds, she uncovers the deeper mysteries of the universe, awakening to a truth that transcends time itself. With lyrical prose and profound insights, Kolander offers a window into the timeless pursuit of self-mastery, spiritual awakening, and union with the infinite. This book is a beacon for those seeking to transcend the illusion of separation, to reconnect with their divine essence, and to experience life as an eternal, ever-evolving journey of awakening. Are you ready to step into the light of your true self? The path to immortality begins here.

Deborah is widely recognized as a gifted clairvoyant and clairaudient, offering deep insight into matters of life, death, spirit, relationships, children and health. She affirms that all individuals have the innate capacity to awaken to true knowledge, their immortal self, and to realize the inseparable truth within. Her work is dedicated to supporting awakened awareness, self-empowerment, and wholeness of being through mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual understanding. In addition to her spiritual guidance, Deborah is a certified quantum biofeedback facilitator, promoting health and balance at all levels. She is also the author of The Quest to Know, a channeled compilation of questions and responses gathered over four decades from individuals and groups seeking deeper understanding. Deborah continues to lead workshops in meditation and self-realization, guiding others to awaken to their true nature and the universal workings of life.

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An Awakening to the Immortal Self is a true spiritual odyssey told through the pseudonymous voice of Amara, a seeker whose unwavering intention to know her eternal nature propels her across time itself. This is not a story of fiction, but a memoir of the soul - raw, mystical and profoundly real. Driven by a longing that transcends this lifetime, Amara opens the gateway of inner vision and is transported to her distant past where she once lived in an Age of Illumination with her beloved Adrick under the tutelage of the self-created god Thoth. In that ancient time, she co-existed with angels, archangels and otherworldly beings while she, then named with her soul name, Zephrethia, lived wholly conscious to their true nature knowing that she and Adrick would embark upon many lifetimes in times of darkness before incarnating in the present time as Amara and Theo. Her journey to know her true self doesn't end in the past or present. Amara is carried forward to the year 2627 where she witnesses the changes with humanity and the planet while knowing that her mother is just about to conceive with her. An Awakening to the Immortal Self is a story of remembrance - of peeling away all that is not true to awaken to that which has always been and will always be. With a voice both intimate and transcendent, this book speaks directly to the soul of the reader, calling them to remember who they truly are beyond space, time and form.

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ONE BEGINNING

I came into this life with pieces to the puzzle of how this whole game of life works. Glimpses. I’ve always had a relationship with the realms of spirit, which is not something you say to the general public especially when young, empathetic and affected by the thoughts and projections of others. The overcoming of the latter was necessary, but my relationship with spirit and my inner knowing provided the greatest experiences, paths and practices to the wholly knowing of myself, and understanding the game of life and The Universe.

I have always known that my experience with the spiritual realms would not have been as prevalent had I not chosen my mother and father in this life. That experience, or education was invaluable. Without dwelling too much on the characters as were my parents, I will only share some of my experience with them (understanding that it is subjective) to give a little background. Mom came into life with the influence of the dark side of the force. Dad knew of that part of her, and referred to her as “broken”, yet gave her carte blanche to wield her power without consequence. Truth was whatever she said that it was. She was known to embellish, enhance or twist a scenario to meet her desired outcome. Her words were most often cutting, unkind, and unloving. Dad was in over his head. He acknowledged that he and mom should not have had children, as they lacked the tools, and even the desire to be parents. My sisters and I knew that they would have preferred to enjoy their sexual frolic through life without the procreative outcome, but because dad was the last of his namesake, they kept trying for that elusive boy. Instead, they had four daughters. I was the oldest.

The scenarios that filled my childhood and my adult relationship with my parents (for as long as it lasted) would fill the pages of a book, and that is not the purpose of this one, but I will share one snippet of a scenario with my mother that occurred when I was about eight years old just to give an inkling of our relationship. I was sitting alone at our dining room table with a few sliced tomatoes on the plate in front of me. The rest of my family had finished their dinner, and the table had been cleared. After a while, mom came into the room and said, “You’re not going to eat those tomatoes because you remember that I poisoned you with one in a past life, don’t you.” I felt my mouth involuntarily drop open, before I responded, “So, you’re not going to make me eat them, are you?” If her words weren’t frightening enough, the wicked smile that she gave me before whisking my plate away was the stuff of juicy nightmares for the next few nights. I was so stunned that I didn’t even share the incident with my other two sisters.

Although the scenarios were countless, I will generalize by emphasizing that I was immersed in the depth of understanding of the dark side as well as the magical influence of the light side. Our home was always clean, we were surrounded by beauty, we had nice clothes, toys, horses, dance lessons and very happy, magical times too. Those happy, magical times were quite fleeting, however. Mostly, it was a wild ride that included the daily uncertainty of mother’s words, moods and the endurance of physical, mental and emotional pain and cruelty.

I have always appreciated that there was a part of me that came into this life knowing. That part of myself was incorruptible, and did not need to be seen or understood externally. It was that wellspring deep within my being that assured me that I would make it through the traumas and dramas of my childhood and early adult life. I was able to find the gift or purpose in all experiences, including those very difficult ones because they became the catalyst to a resolve and understanding, or would bring about an experience that otherwise would not have come into fruition.

From a very young age, I would practice what I referred to as night pondering to more greatly see, understand or resolve whatever scenario that had been experienced or endured that day. While in the comfort of my bed, alone in my room, I would reflect upon the thoughts, words, projections, or scenarios be they silent or spoken that were “in the air” in our home. Some were fascinating to know, but most were just terrifying. Because I struggled with a nasty case of over-sensitivity or over-reactivity, I knew that I was perpetuating some scenarios through my reactions which prevented my ability to come to any understanding or resolve. Eventually I naturally began taking deep breaths to calm myself, all the while the echo of those words, thoughts or scenarios would continue to taunt me. One night, I knew not to think about anything but to breathe while counting to entrain my focus freed from the taunting thoughts. I would then pick the number, which was usually ten. I would then breathe in focusing only on the counting, then I would hold my breath for the same count, exhale for the same count, and hold my breath out for the same count. I named that practice my foursquare breathing. It was then that I realized that once I had reached a state of calm, I could more easily see or understand. Once I had finished that practice, I would then ponder time, for I knew that while enduring my environment, I was doing time. Through the pondering of the nature of time, the painfully slow movement of time became bearable. I knew that our experiences shaped what would unfold in time, and would continue to reflect as our life experiences, governed to repeat when we react, judge or accuse. I also knew that those repeating scenarios would continue unless in our lives we become aware of ourselves and the nature and function of the Universe. I knew that I had to tame my reactivity in order to find within myself the way to change that which was meant to be changed to create or allow a better experience. Some part of me trusted that at some point in time I would realize the victory of whole healing or overcoming, while I also accepted that it was going to take time.

Perhaps it was because of my pondering time that I would also have glimpses into future events through waking visions or prophetic dreams. It was also common for me to experience either communion with a deceased loved one or my spiritual guides, angels or guardians at night.

At the age of five years old, I saw the future event of a car accident that took place on a winding road. From the plume of dust, I saw an older model car, which in my dream was a woody station wagon. Riding on the tailgate were two ghostly figures, while the car was also being driven by a ghostly driver. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew that two people that I loved would die in a car accident at a future time. I also knew that I couldn’t change that occurrence. Twenty-two years later, my two middle sisters died in that car accident on Ventura Highway. It was an older model car driven by my second youngest sister’s fiancé. Her fiancé died that night too. That prophetic dream would recur often until I realized that I was given the opportunity to prepare as much as was possible in order to endure those experiences that I could not change.

Mostly, however, my time ponderings would result in witnessing current events, such as my mother daydreaming of dropping me off at the grocery store parking lot and driving away, or any other significant thoughts, words or deeds that took place during that day – especially, the silent or secret ones.

One evening, after a notably tumultuous day with mother, as generally occurred while dad was working out of town, I had just settled into the comfort of my bed, and as was my usual practice, I first calmed myself through my foursquare breathing exercise before I began my focus on time. I suddenly began drifting and was standing in a wide-open field. I held my arms out then bent up my forearms to form right angles. I began running along the short grass then twisted my hands inward as though turning unseen knobs until my feet lifted off the ground. I was flying. The ground beneath me changed from the typical landscape of the great open fields into what appeared more as though I was looking at an arced lens of a landscape. I knew that I was flying through time, and that I could go wherever I chose. As a nine-year-old, I wanted to see the Mayflower. Okay. No comment. I was nine. Suddenly, I was standing upon a newly built ship which I knew to be the Mayflower. I was a tad disappointed, though, as in my child’s mind I assumed that I would be transported to the time of her voyage to The America’s. In that moment, I realized the importance of specific intent. Once again, I placed my arms in position, twisted my hands at the wrist then lifted to once again see the arced lens of time. Only in this moment, I was swiftly sweeping through time to witness the great geographic changes of the Earth as I seemed to be rising to a higher and higher vantage point. Suddenly, the swiftness of my movement slowed, and I was looking down upon a beautiful city. All the structures and all of nature seemed to glow. If there was ever a feeling of union, this was it, as the entire environment and population disseminated that vibration. The structures were of white stone, alabaster, quartz crystal and gold. As a child, I could only describe the place as love. Pure love. Love in all things and all that was living. I saw one individual who I knew was male, and although he came to me as though to greet me, I could not clearly make out his face. I felt so drawn to him, yet I knew that I was not meant to see his face clearly. I just knew that I wanted to stay there – and with him. He and that place seemed so familiar to me, and the thought of returning to the dense, harsh environment wherefrom I had come felt...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 22.7.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Esoterik / Spiritualität
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3178-1031-3 / 9798317810313