Approximately half of those living throughout the world take the understanding of re-incarnation for granted. The idea that we do not end when our current life finishes, but instead pass on into another body, is in no way new. Such a view is core to both Hinduism and Buddhism. It is not, however, restricted to Asia. Re-incarnation was a core teaching of both Ancient Egyptian and Greek religions and philosophies. Although evident in Plato’s writings, as well as in the beliefs of earlier sects of Christianity, it is now no longer a mainstream belief in most modern Western cultures.
Instead, many choose to subscribe to the notion of ascending into some permanent heavenly disembodied state for good deeds done, while condemning others to burn in eternal hell for mistakes made and sins committed. This induced fear attempts to guarantee safety in the afterlife by being ‘good’ as deemed by secondary, translated texts and their vocalisers.
Serge Benhayon has reintroduced the ancient understanding of re-incarnation to a contemporary audience. This knowledge that we continue to return, as humans, to the imprints left behind, calls for a responsibility that few welcome. It looks at the broader context of humanity and the loving work that needs doing, time after time, to truly support ALL to return to the innate love and divinity that they are.
This philosophy inspires a deep, universal responsibility, which ignites a commitment to people and a consistent loving expression to the very end. Serge Benhayon has supported people of all ages to connect to their essence, which transcends lifetimes, to see the larger cycles at play.
Here is one such testimony.
I’d like to tell you about my operations. ‘Good Grief!’ I hear you say, ‘Who would want to listen to an 87 year old woman talking about her operations? But stay with me. I have something amazing to share with you.
On the 9-11-1999 I was admitted to Cabrini Hospital to have a total hip replacement on my right hip. That night I had a vivid dream of a storm brewing: large, threatening, dark clouds on the horizon. It was very frightening, but then the clouds broke up and gently passed by. The operation next morning went well.
Since puberty I had suffered from attacks of SVT (Heart Palpitations) when over stressed. On the 4th day after the operation, I had a whopper of an attack. My heart beat madly out of control at 212 beats a minute with no sign of it settling down! The doctors were very concerned, but rather amazed that I was so calm. Though I felt ghastly, I remembered the dream and knew that the attack would pass; and after about 12 hours of superb nursing… it did.
At that time my general health was not OK. I was carrying more weight than I needed in all the wrong places, generally living it up in the food and alcohol department and was driving myself hard in the doing department. Recovery from the operation was long and uncomfortable, as my body reacted to the anaesthetic, antibiotics and medications, by erupting in nasty, itchy rashes, that took ages to go away. I did not feel well for a long time.
This health fright caused my husband, (who was not very well himself), and I to decide to downsize to a retirement village, where over the next 9 years, this lovely man’s health problems gradually progressed into Alzheimer’s Disease.
Religious faith had always eluded me and further explorations of other religions didn’t do anything for me either. The search for who I am, what I am and where I came from had left me bedazzled by the bells and whistles of the New Age merry go round, with the result that my own health was going downhill. The SVT attacks eventually switched to atrial fibrillation.
After about 20 years of running the New Age gauntlet, finally it began to dawn on me, that this New Age caper was just so much hogwash. For reasons which are too long and complicated to include here, at the end of November 2009, I decided to give it all away. Then, unexpectedly, for my 81st Birthday, in January 2010, a dear friend sent me Serge Benhayon’s Book 3… A Treatise on Energetic Truth titled The Way of Initiation, (The Development of Energetic Awareness). Not wishing to get involved in another spiritual book, I put it aside. By the end of January, my heart problem had surfaced again, requiring me to be hospitalised. It became apparent that I could no longer take care of my husband by myself. By March he was in a Nursing Home.
After he had settled in and I had some time to myself, I picked up the book, but was still very aware of the scars of my previous ‘spiritual’ experiences. I didn’t want to be sucked into another fruitless quest, so very cautiously I began to read it. WOW! Did that book make me sit up and take notice! It challenged me. It devastated me. It sent me into a rage of wounded pride. How could I have allowed myself to have been such an idiot? What’s more… and this was the rub… that some part of me deep down had always known I was being an idiot. Where had this information been for the last 20 years as I blundered along on the famous ‘spiritual journey’? I sent off for more of his books and immersed myself in Book 1… first published in 2006… and Book 2 then back to 3 again. I was feeling and absorbing the TRUTH of it like a dry sponge soaks up water.
At the end of July, I rang my friend saying, “I have to meet this guy. I have to look him in the eye. I have to be CERTAIN SURE that this is the truth. The last thing I want is another guru”. And so one weekend in August, I flew up to Northern NSW and attended a Saturday presentation. I came home well satisfied that this Serge Benhayon is the REAL DEAL!
Time went by and I travelled up on many occasions to attend The Livingness Workshops 1, 2, 3 & 4 and Sacred Healing Level One; loving all of it. My plan was to continue with the SH workshops, but that was not to be.
My beautiful husband passed away in October 2010. It was what they call a ‘happy release’ for both of us. We had been grieving for his loss of identity for a long time. The following year was tough as there was much to do. Also a niece was battling cancer and needed my care. My own health was somewhat fragile as well. I was very tired and finding it hard to get out of bed in the mornings. I felt I needed a break, so I booked a cruise for the end of April, 2012. I was also keen to attend the Universal Medicine Retreat at Lennox Head on the 10th of April 2012 and I had booked in for that as well.
When I went for my 6 monthly check up with my heart specialist, he advised me strongly to cancel the trips and present myself at Cabrini Hospital on April 10th to have a Pacemaker fitted. Very disappointed, I sent an e-mail to Serge apologising for not being able to attend the retreat, but explaining that I had arranged for someone (a friend of my book-sending friend) to take my place. He answered, “The Masters will be with you and you will feel them”.
In Cabrini on the first night, I slept with a heart monitor in my bed. My specialist arrived in the morning, in a flurry to bustle me off to the operating theatre. Overnight my heart had slowed down to such an extent that I was in danger of dying in my sleep!
Now. Here is the really interesting bit I want to tell you about, so stay with me.
They gave me a light anaesthetic. I was semi conscious, aware enough to sense what was going on during the operation, but not enough to feel any pain, except for a heaviness on my chest that was pretty intense. As soon as they began operating, I became aware that something amazing was happening. I was aware of a counting… 1… 2… 3… 4… steadily on and on, with a little pause between each number. I KNEW that these numbers represented past lives. Don’t ask me to explain how I knew… I just KNEW that it was so. I was also aware of how much light and how much dark was in each life. 27… 28… I was drifting along with the rhythm of the counting. 52… 54, aware of the medics working on me, with the pressure on my chest becoming more intense and uncomfortable… 89… 90… 106… 107… then the medics in a flurry… a sense of urgency… someone else called in… more pressure… almost unbearable… the counting continuing steadily. I was transfixed by the counting… I became aware that I could let go if I wanted to… I had a choice.
But I KNEW this counting was clearing the karma of past lives. I couldn’t let go of this opportunity, for I was being offered a wonderful gift… 167… 168… the crushing heaviness continued as I hung on to each number, recognising that I needed more time in this incarnation to prepare myself for the next one. At around the 180’s the pressure began to lessen and I was beginning to come around. Then the medics were calling, ” Valerie! Time to wake up now!”… 192… 193…”Wiggle your toes!”… 194… 195… “Valerie!! Wiggle your fingers!” 196… 197… then they were shouting, “VALERIE, WAKE UP!”… 198… 199… 200… I wiggled my fingers and toes.
The counting stopped while they cleaned blood and vomit out of my hair and moved me onto a gurney. It continued again as they wheeled me through the corridors to ICU. It stopped once more while they moved me onto the bed, but then continued while people bustled about. It finally ended when I vomited again, the vomit contained enough blood to concern the medical staff. The last life counted finished at around 250. The last number was ALL LIGHT!
It was about 10 days before I could allow myself to think about what had happened. Prior to that, if I began to think about it, I experienced again the heavy crushing sensation in my chest and had to put the experience to the back of my mind. About 2 weeks later, I sent an e-mail to Serge, telling him about it. He e-mailed back, “Congratulations Valerie ! … A healing of the Ages!“
HOW AWESOME IS THAT! And what an extraordinary GIFT!
My recovery took quite a while: 3 DCR’s and two more trips back to hospital, totalling 24 days. Then I experienced a long period of allergic reactions, much worse than the last time. My arms, legs and back were covered with inflamed, itchy rashes. I suffered nausea and tummy upsets as my body reacted to the anaesthetics and strong medications. I could eat very little. I felt that my body was also getting rid of toxins that I had accumulated over decades. It was not until after Christmas that I began to feel better.
In April 2013, I managed to attend the Retreat at Lennox Head. Just Wonderful.
Since then I have spent my time putting my house in order: both the inner and the outer. It has not been easy, while in an old frail body. I weigh 42 kgs. I can still drive my car, so have been able to attend The Universal Medicine Webcasts at the Victorian Esoteric Group Venue at Viewbank. They have been wonderfully supportive: arranging a roster to bring nourishing gluten free and dairy free meals for me while I have been unwell. I have also been the recipient of wonderful Esoteric Healing sessions from the UniMed practitioners.
I had been putting off having a hip replacement operation on my left hip since before the Pacemaker was installed in 2012. Pain and discomfort has been kept at bay by visits to Melbourne by Steffen, a wonderful UniMed practitioner, who lives in Brisbane. I have been most grateful to him, as I have not wanted to go through the ordeal of another hip operation. In August, however, a painful complication developed, that sent me off to see both the surgeon and the heart specialist, who both warned of the risk of another operation, but there was no help for it, it had to be done. So with some trepidation, on September 5th, I had the operation at Cabrini. Needless to say, I experienced a lot of pain and discomfort, but I survived, with lots of TLC in the Intensive Care Unit. They have the most fabulous team in there.
What was different this time, was that I have not had even the slightest rash or tummy upset in reaction to it all. The wound healed beautifully. This was much commented on by the medical staff. I am sure the reason I recovered so well is, that although I am thin and frail, my body and mind have responded to all the wonderful healing I have received from Universal Medicine over the past year or so and my body is free of toxins.
I have continued to recover very well. I am now back to doing my own housework and cooking for myself. Of course I didn’t survive entirely unscathed. Anaesthetics are not very kind to the bodies of old folks. I have slowed down a lot, especially my walking. I am able to drive my car, however, and am feeling great within …as I appreciate all the love and care I receive from the loving students and practitioners who are the esoteric family of Universal Medicine.
I shall forever express my appreciation to Serge Benhayon, who has been a wonderful inspiration and support to me over these past 6 years.