Dance Through It

Crushed under a car, a young Montana woman is plunged into radical states of consciousness.  Dance Through It is a deeply comforting and catalyzing true story of near-death experience and the life broken open in its wake.   This is a story that can change you.

At 67 pages with striking photos, it’s a fast and gorgeous electronic read.

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“I’ve read a lot of accounts of near-death experiences …. But I’ve never before read an account that was more articulate about not only the event itself, but the effort to integrate the overwhelmingly altered perceptions and points of view that can result from an NDE. Thank you so much for persisting in honoring the learning that is unfolding in you from this experience and in finding the courage to express such profound and hard-to-express-in-words feelings and concepts!”

“I am just reading through your near death experience, (I have read many and had one myself) your is the most phenomenal experience that I have ever read. i would say that you definitely had Enlightenment and not ‘just’ an experience! Thank you so much for sharing this experience so that others like me can benefit. It takes MANY lifetimes to have the profound experience that you have had under the instruction of a qualified teacher. You were a ‘ripe fruit ready to fall off the tree!’”

“It is truly one of the most interesting, exciting and eye-opening accounts I’ve ever read.”

“I just finished reading this - tears of gratitude streaming down my face.”

“I have 10 or so books dealing with n.d.e experiences and over the years have read and often copied every n.d.e  on every website I can locate.  This one is one of the best, if I can use that word, that I have ever read.”

“I have read your book at least 4 times since saturday.It is on my bedside table (note: she has printed it out) and I just can’t help but to be drawn to it…and every time I read it, I gather more…. It resonates so deeply inside of me. I do not have very many people, if any to share these thoughts with and for a lot of my life I have felt a little ‘too out there’ for people…knowing that there is at least one person out there…it has given me fuel.”

“It has brought me tremendous peace.  I laughed out loud and cried a lot.  When that man was squeezing your hand under the car….   I was right there reaching with him.”

“I loved every word….  I will read it over and over.  A great life lesson for everyone.”

“Since reading your book I have felt connected and inspired – which I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever…. This realization has recently dropped me to grateful humble tears because I felt powerfully connected and I maybe never have.  When I am in this space I can feel something undeniable and amazing and for helping me recognize this, I thank you.”

“I sat and read it from beginning to end this morning and thoroughly enjoyed it…     I found the book and your experiences fascinating and filled with hope and encouragement. “

“I am just so filled with gratitude in my heart for you.You have done so much for me,I don’t think you will ever know.”

“This is a total MUST READ for each and every one of us who has ever accessed the subtle body in any client, friend, pet, stranger on the street. We are One.”

“I was greatly moved by it. I cried through almost the whole thing…  some of the ideas you put forth ran outside of the bounds of … my very specific ideas about God and religion, but they definitely made me think and question…”

“Many of the things you wrote about intention and love and connection with others really touched me at the core of my being.  ”

“Your little book is a portal! Very few sentences are required to send me to other realms. Thank you so much for bringing it our earthly state.”

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A short excerpt, from when I caught a glimpse of the energies of people who had recently died:

Many had died tragic, unexpected deaths. All were full of joy. Of all the beautiful agony we could see in the loved ones remaining on earth, all of it appeared noble. All of it appeared purposeful. These recently dead were trying to comfort and communicate with the earthly human part of those left behind, nearly laughing with compassionate outreach. It was as if they were trying to wrap their arms around those left behind and say, “Can’t you feel me? I’m right here with you even more than in life because my half of the veil is lifted. No body or personality holds me back from you. I did my job, I died when I was supposed to. Your job is beginning. We are a team, we chose this together, it’s your turn to grow from this and transform it with your open heart. After this life we’ll plan another together as we have so many times. In the meantime let’s get this one right and make good use of your pain for the benefit of all of life. Everything is exactly as it should be and I wouldn’t change it if I could. The only shame of this whole mess is if you let it destroy you and waste the chance for growth. Are you sure you can’t feel me?” It was almost a sense of coaching and cheering and reassuring.

This sense was so powerful that for years after I returned to a more normal type of consciousness, anytime I heard of a tragedy too big to recover from (losing three children in one day for example) my instinctive first emotion was a genuine sense of gaping awe and respect for the people involved, admiration that they would sign on for such difficulties, and for the potential for growth and useful power in proportion to their pain.

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A Sense of Higher Presence 

Another snippet from the book, taking the story up when I was just returning  to consciousness again under the car after a peculiar journey – and found myself to be the actor in a play -

Unconscious from the moment the car landed on my back, every inch pinned to the earth, I felt a big, warm hand squeeze my fingers. Concern passed directly from his skin into mine. My first conscious thought was scrambling to make sense of the compressed and dark space I found myself in, with a calm third-party detachment. The first words to form in my head were “Oh – this must be the car accident she was about to have” while not quite yet remembering who ‘she’ was. Face sticky with blood and mud, from one eye I could barely spy the hint of shadows of people darting around trying to help as I heard the man brokenly yelling “She’s alive!”

I felt a distinct, instantaneous scan of my whole body and psyche, as if I was being zipped back together. Everything was accounted for and everything matched. I witnessed that I would be fine, that this attempt at continuing in the same body had a chance. I felt a bit of surprise that the body and soul should pair back up properly, already so changed from their previous fit.

“I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep. “ Walt Whitman

I had a sense of having been long ago and far away and returning with a new level of awareness available, a sense of an older and wiser part of me that had been awakened. It transcended fear. This familiar, august higher presence gave me an innate sense of acceptance and awareness that this was a great honor and opportunity, and in some hidden core I felt a thirst to undergo it. This peace and purpose is not something I had to talk myself into at a conscious level – it was self-evident, and a tremendous comfort. But I had no memory of where I had been, and the present moment was much too busy to stop and figure it out. It was almost like having leaped into a character and scrambling to understand who you’re playing and what they’re supposed to do next.

Higher self presence notwithstanding, I was being crushed to death. Third-party calm could only last so long. My heart couldn’t beat and I struggled to inflate my lungs against the weight. The instinct for survival kicked in with a healthy panic to escape the immediate suffering, although there was no fear of death itself. The frame of my perspective immediately reduced to the very, very human experience of feeling life compressed slowly out of me, of my pulses and rhythms bowing to the beast on my back. I begged the shadows above for a gasping help: “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”

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On the power of prayer and intention….

We join the story in the hospital days after a crushing car accident, existing from breath to excruciating breath….

I crossed into a state that was deep, fundamental, irreducible. An ocean of exquisite sensitivity, of omnisentience (sensing everywhere at once), turned me inside out to reveal itself at the core. Losing every sense of distinction, I floated as part of this gloriously intelligent web of light. Even the awesome flavors and energies from previous states of consciousness looked trivial compared to this luminous irreducible force, this field of existence. It seemed to be an order of magnitude different from the earlier experiences. This was the force of consciousness itself. There was no ‘I’ left whatsoever, not even the broad perspective from the life review. My boundaries as a human and as a spirit were completely erased. Witnessing from a localized single point, my perspective was simultaneously spread through the multidimensional, nonlocalized perspective of the entire web.  There was no end and no beginning, like the lake underneath the forms that dance through our lives.  This was beyond bliss, beyond truth, beyond peace and ecstasy and all the searing emotions of the previous stages. It was stillness in the middle, consciousness without form.

In the distance a gentle wave swelled up, moving across the ocean of light toward the point of perspective assigned to me. As it arose I became aware that this wave was the concerns, prayer, and emotions being streamed toward me from hundreds of people I knew in this life and from many others who had only heard about my situation. My point of perspective rose as the wave reached it, and correspondingly I was lifted, just a little, from the pain in my body. It became a little lighter to bear.

I had just viscerally witnessed prayers and intentions became physical, tangible reality. (In using the word ‘prayer’ I mean something an atheist could easily do as well as a theologian – no special form, just focused will propelled by the power of love and concern. ) It was made known to me that this was Consciousness creating Form through Intention. Nothing exists until it rises into form on this field. Every single bit of material in the world – even the computer or paper you’re reading this on, and the stardust that nourishes your marrow, and the paint on the wall, and the dog you love, and each single hair on his loppy ear – must have begun there on the sacred field of consciousness, shaped by the impulse of intention. There is no ‘there’ there.

Coming back into this human life, this is the single most vision that set my mind back to zero, like a child, as I struggled to understand how to interact in this world again – this world of imaginary objects and entities. For the rest of my life I have watched as the most fleeting and buried intentions - the ones we don’t even think we have – manifest in external situations within our health or circumstances or in others. Undigested impulse and well-suppressed emotion snake out to wreak havoc externally. They create material situations and tangible real-world repercussions. I see that one of the greatest jobs I’m given in this life is to wrestle these very human energies into unified, directed control of a heart- and mind-empowered will.