Veronica Vader
Journey to Mega: From Psychic to Mystic is the story of a suddenly realized psychic ability, refined by years of in-depth study, practices and experimentation, and an unusually wide scope of experiences. Moreover, it is the story of one woman's path to spirituality and cites the importance of the feminine aspect in all areas of life. Meeting my over-soul was the inspiration to writing this thought-provoking, enlightening, and no doubt in some ways, very controversial book.
The exciting and unusual occurrences that you will read about happened directly to me or through me, and are all explained in separate chapters: Healing in Person or in Absentia, Clairaudient Experiences, Happenings on the Inner Planes, Revelations From Higher Beings, walk-ins, Finding Lost People and Items, Dreams, UFOs, Reincarnations, Meditation, Angels, Demons and Devils, etc.
I was the second of five children and I was the 'odd one' -- the only brunette, sick a lot, but very athletic in between.
I left school in the junior year of high school due to illness and met my future husband. I knew immediately we would be married and a year-and-a-half later we were.
In my late 40s, raising the last three of my five daughters, I became aware that I was very psychic and a healer. I was deeply into all this when I also became a member of Mensa, got my GED, and took and passed college entrance exams. I planned to become a psychologist as I was deeply into metaphysical counseling by this time and thought it would be helpful. However, on the way to enroll I was told by my 'inner guidance' not to do this, ' as there is a lot of error in those books.' So, I turned around and went home.
At 60, I divorced my first husband, went to a big city where I knew no one and made a new life for myself. I looked very young for my age and had a marvelous time for six years. One day during meditation I was shown a man and told this was my next husband. We met shortly after that and eloped in a few week's time.
Life continues to be an adventure!
As I was dropping off to sleep one night, my vanity lamp came on by itself. I went to my dressing table and turned it off. I thought it was odd because it was very hard to turn on and off.
Later that same night, I was awakened by a loud thump. I turned on the bedside lamp and found my purse upside down on the floor. It was wide open, but nothing had spilled out. When I picked it up, everything fell out! I couldn't understand how it could have fallen. I had put it on a console against the wall in the opposite position of the edge. It had actually landed two or three feet away from the edge. I pondered over this for a few minutes, and then went back to bed.
The next morning as I ate my breakfast and read the paper, my chair started vibrating. Finally, it was loud enough to hear it clattering on the floor.
Then I knew that these episodes were the forerunner of some special thing about to happen. I had no idea of what it might be. I put it out of my mind because I had a busy day ahead of me.
That night, my husband and I went to visit another couple for a game of bridge. As we sat talking before starting the game, a voice within me said, 'Look at your hands.' I looked at the backs of my hands and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then I was told, 'Look at you palms.' I did so and much to my surprise saw an indentation in the middle of each palm. Then I knew this represented the healing done through me. The depressions were where so many pictures show the wounds in Jesus' hands where the nails had been driven. I knew the marks in my palms were symbolic because I think the nails that held Jesus' arms to the cross were driven into his wrists below his hands.
I deeply appreciated this manifestation, although I had never expected anything like this to happen.
One evening as I was putting silverware into the dishwasher, I was reminded of the spoon bending feats of the psychic Uri Geller. I thought to myself that I'd rather straighten things out that were bent. Later, when I took the silverware out to put it away, one of the forks was perfectly straight. It looked as if a steamroller had run over it!
Many years later, one of my daughters and I were talking of this on the phone. After we hung up, she picked up her key ring to go out. She was shocked to see two of her keys were bent. She had to use pliers to get them straight enough to use them.
A neighbor I had never met called me one day and said she had heard that I could help people with problems. She asked me if I could find out what happened to a very expensive ring her husband had given to her recently. She didn't know if it had slipped off her finger into some trash she had taken out that had been picked up. She was desperate and didn't want to tell her husband that she couldn't find it. I told her I'd do what I could. I went to my inner mind and saw her ring in a corner of the bathroom vanity behind a can of hairspray. When I called her back to tell her this, she said it couldn't be there. She had taken everything off that vanity top while searching for her ring and it hadn't been there. I told her I'd hold the phone while she looked there again. She came back in a short time and told me it had been exactly where I had seen it. She was absolutely amazed. How did it get there? I never questioned how. I just knew it was there.
Another incident involving a ring took place in my hometown. I had come from another state to visit my family. I visited my parents in their home for a few days and then took my mother to visit my sister in another city. When it was time to take my mom back home, she became very upset. She couldn't find a ring I had given her for Mother's Day. It was gold and had a gold rose on it because she loved roses. Using my mind, I didn't see the ring anywhere, but I was told, 'Tell her not worry. She will get it back.' We drove to her house and she went into her bedroom to start unpacking and came out immediately. She was holding her ring, her face was pale, and she said, 'It was on top of my chest of drawers. It looked huge and there was a light all around it!'
(110 pages)
