What is the lost encrypted Knowledge? Why has it been deliberately withheld from humanity? In her groundbreaking metaphysical book Above and Below This Reality: The Lost Encrypted Knowledge, author Melynda Pearce reveals the illusion of this man-made reality and takes readers to a deeper level of spiritual insight. Expand your mind and free your spirit as she describes the Laws of Alchemy, the Christ Consciousness, and the power of the mind in clear, simple terms, based on her own Near Death Experience and astral travels where she met Christ and agreed to fulfill her purpose. With Earth’s inevitable Third Peril upon us, every human being must understand the truth of our cells and the blueprint within our DNA to save our souls from the desolation of the buffer zone and spend eternity in the Higher Realm. In her book, Pearce shares crucial information and loving guidance designed to help every man and woman achieve a higher state of consciousness with the Feminine God and enter the Higher Realm upon transitioning into spirit to reunite with their soul for eternity.
Melynda Pearce is sharing her journey leading to her awakening and seeking her grand purpose for being alive in this current life cycle. “In order to raise the human consciousness I am being prompted to seek and unleash hidden knowledge that existed in my cells from countless life cycles ago. The greatest desire of my existence is to share this love and knowledge with all beings from all cultures and walks of life. There is no better time then the present to utilize the ability to exercise critical thinking.”
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For Christians worldwide, today marks the beginning of the season of Lent — initiated by the somber of observance of Ash Wednesday — with its reminder that we are all children of God and as such, spiritual beings who happen to have a physical body, one that will return to dust once our purpose on the physical plane is fulfilled. Ash Wednesday also invites believers to spend the next 40 days (46, including Sundays) drawing closer to Him through acts of faith, self-denial and service to others. But why do Christians receive ashes on their foreheads as an external symbol of their faith on this significant day? Catholic.org explains:
Following the example of the Nine vites, who did penance in sackcloth and ashes, our foreheads are marked with ashes to humble our hearts and reminds us that life passes away on Earth. We remember this when we are told
“Remember, Man is dust, and unto dust you shall return.”
Ashes are a symbol of penance made sacramental by the blessing of the Church, and they help us develop a spirit of humility and sacrifice.
The distribution of ashes comes from a ceremony of ages past. Christians who had committed grave faults performed public penance. On Ash Wednesday, the Bishop blessed the hair shirts which they were to wear during the forty days of penance, and sprinkled over them ashes made from the palms from the previous year. Then, while the faithful recited the Seven Penitential Psalms, the penitents were turned out of the church because of their sins — just as Adam, the first man, was turned out of Paradise because of his disobedience. The penitents did not enter the church again until Maundy Thursday after having won reconciliation by the toil of forty days’ penance and sacramental absolution. Later, all Christians, whether public or secret penitents, came to receive ashes out of devotion. In earlier times, the distribution of ashes was followed by a penitential procession.
While many people view Lent as an opportunity to lose weight by sacrificing fattening goodies like cake and candy, or to “give something up” (e.g. a favorite activity like going to the movies) — neither of which is wrong — it seems to me we should also balance that out by being proactive. Meaning, we should all engage in a genuine effort to actually do something that inconveniences us such as waking up a half-hour earlier in the morning to pray, driving an elderly neighbor to a doctor’s appointment, or reading to sick children in a hospital. All of these acts simultaneously involve “giving something up” — possibly time spent watching TV or indulging in your favorite hobby — in order to be an earth angel for someone who needs our help.
Perhaps there are relationships within your family or your circle of friends that need some extra care. If it’s not possible to make amends for whatever reason, lift that person up in prayer. If they’ve hurt you deeply, forgive them — whether in your own mind and heart, or in person. As I’ve learned, forgiveness does not mean excusing someone else’s bad deeds; it just means releasing the hurt and anguish and setting yourself (and the offender) free. I’ve practiced this with many who’ve been a part of my life, whether short-term, long-term, for a season or for a lifetime, and believe me it works. From former classmates who teased me through my school years to old boyfriends who disappeared without a trace, to close female friends who were like sisters one moment, then strangers the next — I have practiced forgiveness. And it has been a very freeing experience as I’ve learned to let go of the old and embrace the new.
Finally, for Christians Lent is a time to reflect on the things we’re humbled by and grateful for, most especially, God’s willingness to send his only begotten Son to earth for our salvation — and to do our very best to follow his example. Of course, we’ll stumble and fall but we are always saved by forgiveness, as long as we seek it out with authentic, heartfelt remorse.
When I reflect upon Lent, it also reminds me to give thanks for the woman who made it possible for Jesus to inhabit an earthly body — Mother Mary. With one act of obedience borne of faith, she helped to change the course of humankind forever.
If you commemorate the Lenten season, I hope it is a time of profound introspection and spiritual renewal that culminates in a joyful Easter celebration.
Panic and Anxiety Disorder in the Book Water Signs: A Story of Love and Renewal
Without a doubt, the most difficult part of the Water Signs writing process was incorporating my real-life bout with panic and anxiety disorder into Madeline’s experiences as my fictional counterpart. While overall this book flew out of my imagination and memory and onto my computer screen with a life of its own, choosing to include the darkest period of my life into the story presented its own unique set of challenges.
No, I never faced the dreaded “writer’s block” at any point along the way, but I did have to overcome some serious resistance to pulling out and perusing old journals chronicling that entire, frightening phase. As strange as it may seem, while I was at my lowest point in the battle, I’d journal every day without fail — but I would never go back and read the previous day’s submission. I’d just turn to a fresh page and start writing. And when I’d fill up a book, I’d put it away with all of the others, never to be opened again. Or so I believed.
It’s kind of hard to create a compelling narrative without the use of proper description, which meant pulling out all of those handwritten journals and figuring out which elements to include in the book. But even though by that point I’d been free and clear of panic and anxiety disorder for well over a decade, I encountered tremendous internal resistance. For anyone who’s already read the book and remembers this portion of the story, it’s probably easy to understand why.
Eventually I worked up the courage to do it, but not before playing an emotional game with myself, where I skipped ahead and wrote the happy ending — which was a bit tricky from an editing standpoint because I then had to go back and fill in several earlier chapters. I suppose my unorthodox method worked because every time I’d read a heart-wrenching entry in my journal, I’d remind myself, 1.) No matter how horrific it got, it was in the past and it could no longer hurt me; and 2.) I was working my way up to a magnificent conclusion and that kind of triumph had to follow a tough, hopeless struggle, a “dark night of the soul” kind of thing.
Still, reading those journals and being hit with the stark reality of just how bad things were at one point in my life was jarring, to say the least.
One thing I’ve learned from the countless readers who’ve come forward to thank me for including panic disorder in the book and share their own battles with this emotional menace is that it seems to be an intensely personal experience. While there are common symptoms — racing heart, pounding head, feeling of wanting to jump out of your skin — others are not shared by all afflicted.
In my case, one of the strangest and scariest was described in Water Signs like this:
But most distressing was a new and chilling sensation she could only describe to her father as a ‘tightening of my spine’. During these frequent and unpredictable moments, her legs and arms would suddenly feel limp and lifeless, though still fully functional. This was preceded by a palpable sensation at the base of her neck, whereby she’d swear some invisible ‘puppet master’ was literally pulling her strings and forcing her into submission. All of these symptoms were now accompanied by vivid nightmares that typically featured disturbing images — from snake-pits and fire-breathing dragons to evil men in masks wielding AK-47s.
It might be of passing interest to note that at the time (1996), I was not really up to speed on radical Islamic terror, though I certainly knew about the unrest in the Middle East and remembered significant events like the Iranian Hostage Crisis. And although I didn’t include this in the book, somewhere around that time I had an awful nightmare in which my oldest brother Mark and I were captured by terrorists, who forced me to watch while they murdered him. Like I said, chilling stuff.
Another point of interest in my experience is that although most people associate panic and anxiety disorder with acute attacks, they were rare for me. Did I have them? Absolutely. But unlike many others, mine occurred maybe about once a year throughout the entire five-year duration. But when they did happen, they came on with a vengeance as described in Chapter 18:
But soon after they’d arrived, the pulsating rhythms and flashing strobe lights suddenly changed from energizing dance accoutrements to instruments of torture. In reaction to these typical club stimuli, Maddy’s heart began to race out of control, vying for first place with her head, which pounded ferociously. These sensations were accompanied by that frightening fight-or-flight response, compelling her to run as far and as fast as she could to some unknown destination. On this particular evening, Maddy followed her impulses back to the parking lot, oblivious to the freezing temperatures.
Her dance partner had trailed right behind and insisted on taking her to Shore Memorial, where a nurse attached a clip to her finger and proclaimed that Maddy was getting plenty of oxygen, despite her protests to the contrary. And though she saw the blinking green indicators that confirmed this sound medical opinion, she remained unconvinced. That belief only intensified with the nurse’s subsequent announcement that the patient was suffering from the flu — perfectly understandable given the recent outbreak.
There’s nothing quite so frustratingly embarrassing as trying to convince a medical professional that – while it might not be of physical origin — something is seriously wrong with you. In this case, as with others, I usually nodded right along with them, conceding to the fact that no one ever would understand exactly what I was grappling with. For a while, it just seemed simpler to nod my head and agree.
But, as I said, hyperventilating attacks were uncommon for me, thank God. However, the symptoms I dealt with on a daily basis were not exactly fun either:
But even though the acute onset of symptoms seemed to have subsided, a persistent general feeling of uneasiness had taken over, accompanied by relentless headaches, stomach pains and occasional bouts with alternating sweats and chills. All of this continued apace without regard for the fact that she’d dutifully gone back on the Pill at her doctor’s insistence, thus experiencing regular, if false, periods.
While hormones no doubt did play a part in this unwanted drama — exacerbated by the Pill, which at the time was the apparent cure-all for everything — ultimately panic and anxiety disorder is an emotional problem, not a mental or physical one (although the emotions adversely affect the physical body). Years later, Arbonne’snatural progesterone cream solved every problem I ever had of the female variety; if only I’d discovered it sooner. Better late than never, though, and I am thankful for happening upon such a simple solution by the time I hit my early 30s.
As for the panic phase of my life, encountering the “remote viewer” I discussed in a previous post was an absolute Godsend. But just as the problem affects everyone differently, its solution may also be unique to each sufferer. That’s why my advice is to never give up; keep seeking out potential solutions and trying everything that has the potential to help you without hurting you. Far be it from me to encourage anyone to see a psychic if that conflicts with their religious beliefs; I can only honestly report how my real-life story went down. I long ago made peace with the fact that my cure came from an unlikely source, one I will never believe came from a place of evil.
Perhaps when I get to the end of my life, I’ll find out differently (I pray this is not the case). For now, all I can say is that thanks to a psychic, I said good riddance to panic and anxiety disorder forever.