Awakening Stories! Chapter Reading

The world as we know it, as we have always known it, is in the throes of an increasingly rapid and profound change, an evolutionary shift, the likes of which we have never experienced. This process will be challenging, but the rewards for humanity are great! Tapping into deep reserves of inner strength and courage, we will awaken into this new world and embody new ways of being.

Within these pages, Dr. Allison Brown presents twenty-three gifted authors who magnificently recount their own journey of awakening. Through these Awakening Stories, which span a variety of compelling and universal themes—betrayal, death, trauma, addiction, religious deconstruction, illness, and more—we will, together, navigate this uncharted territory and find our way home, back to ourselves and the divinity within.

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Transcript

Hi everyone. It’s Candace Craw-Goldman again from QuantumHealers.com today, I’m really, really excited because I’m going to read today. I’m going to read to you from this book. This is the awakenings book, and I am going to read you my chapter in this book. This is called Awakening Stories, and this is an anthology, a collection of awakening stories by a number of people, edited by my good friend and fellow quantum healer: Dr. Allison Brown. And I’m very excited about this book because it’s the first time I’ve officially been published. I’m also very excited about this book for other reasons. So there are, let’s see, there are 23 authors to this book.

So there’s 23 different chapters, and I’ve marked all of the chapters that are written by Beyond Quantum Healing practitioners, or those who’ve taken the class. And there are there’s seven of us here. And the really cool thing for me as a modality creator, is that in the glossary of terms, there is a reference to the definition of BQH and Beyond Quantum Healing, because it’s mentioned so many times in the book, which is such an honor for me, I can’t even tell You, I think I’m more excited about BQH being in the glossary almost than my chapter. I really, really am. It’s very thrilling, and I couldn’t be more grateful. So I’m going to start by telling you this.

I want to acknowledge the other practitioners. Okay, so the chapters that are written by BQH practitioners are 10, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, and 23 so 10 is mine. The name of my chapter is someone’s going to eat tonight, and I’m going to read that to you here pretty quickly. Heather hink wrote a chapter. It’s chapter 15, and she talks about an extraordinary, an extraordinary human life. And she talks all about finding BQH and expanding even beyond that and what she’s up to now, the beautiful and wonderful Iris christanovic talks about the return and nobody is in the world is quite like iris and writes quite like her. Quite a treat to read her words.

CHAPTER 17 is a chapter by my dear friend Chyrsilla Lewies – A Ghostly Nightmare that one one’s a lot of fun to read. Kathleen Eisenhart writes a second wave soul in chapter 18. Christina Brady has a chapter called past lives, Reiki and crystals. Oh, my. And that’s a really fun one to read, somebody who’s just getting into all of this. And then the wonderful Jen works consensus reality is the name of her chapter, and she finishes up the entire book by writing chapter 23 so of course, we want to give credit and acknowledgements to Allison Brown and the others who helped put together the awakening stories book, palm and Lotus publishing. Okay, so we want to make sure we give credit to them. You can find this book on amazon.com you can also contact me, and I can get you a signed copy.

As a matter of fact, I even have these things. Look what I have. I have some little stickers there. You can get an autographed copy. Yes, you can, if you should so desire. I really encourage you to pick up this book. There are so many interesting, completely different stories in this book, all right, so Oh, and I do want to say that I’m especially fond of the chapter that follows mine by a lady named Kate Cauldron, because it’s all about horses. And you all know how much I love the horses. And anyway, yeah, what a fantastic book. So I’m gonna read you my chapter to you.

Someone’s going to eat tonight. Chapter 10 by Candace Craw-Goldman, I looked at their faces. They were my community, my tribe, my family.

They would soon take my life.

They were gleeful upon approach, shouting, grunting with pleasure.

This was going to be easy, holding their sharpened hunting sticks high above their heads.

They began to point and jab them at me. They wanted me to throw myself off of the cliff and save them the trouble of physical contact, but I stood my ground. They would have to pierce my flesh. They would have to force me. They would have to feel my skin break and have my blood on their sticks. I would be sovereign for my last breaths, they pushed the little ones in front of them, encouraging them to participate. The last beats of my heart were excruciating. As I looked into the children’s eyes, I felt anguish, not for myself, but for them.

Life just didn’t have to be this way. I felt the air sweep my face as I fell. I smelled the sweet summer plants and their blooms as my body knocked against the cliff face, I braced myself mentally for impact at the bottom was but was surprised none came. Everything was more difficult living alone, but hunting was the hardest thing of all. I only had one set of eyes.

Hunting was ever dangerous. Hunting by myself, I felt terrifyingly vulnerable. I had been tracking one of the small hoofed deer hoping for an easy kill. I hadn’t eaten in multiple days, and was weak and lightheaded, but I was moving as quickly and quietly as I could, because if someone or something else might also be hungry, failure might be the end of me. The little deer must have been quite young by size of the print. I had been up this path so many times I knew every inch of it, every rock, every plant, every twist and every turn, the little deer was moving up a narrow trail, and there was no other way down.

I might be eating tonight.

But then I heard noise behind me, and my blood ran cold. If it was a predator, I was now the prey. Slowly I turned, and although they were fairly far off, I saw familiar faces. There was maybe a dozen of them, some mere children. One or two of them were family, and they too, carried sharpened stick spears used for hunting. But they were not quiet. They were grunting and laughing. They were not hunting for game.

They were hunting me and my own odds just ran out.

I would soon die. They hated me. No, they actually loathed me because I was different. I had red hair rather than the more common, dull brown. They shamed me for having new ideas about making tools and suggesting more cooperative approaches to hunting. They laughed at my small size. They saw me as damaged and evil, they banished me. I had survived for a number of weeks on my own, but since I hadn’t died as expected, here they came to finish me off. Instinct drove me continually up, but I was trapped, as doomed as the little deer. They knew it, and I knew it. Two more blind turns before the ground would give way to a sheer cliff on both sides.

I saw the tail of the little deer turning into the last few. Feet of the narrow trail, and that’s when I stopped and faced them, standing strong for as long as I could, and then fell. I never felt the impact of the canyon floor. Rather, I found myself back upon the steep hill, feeling as if I was standing next to my tribe, looking down, but no longer in physical form, their grunts continued.

They lifted up the children in celebration as they peered at the still broken and bleeding red-haired body below. It was then that Dolores Cannon. My teacher asked what I thought about the scene. Well, I said, considering the flesh of my form below someone is going to eat tonight.

In the background of the hotel ballroom, I heard the observers of my session, the others in Dolores Cannon’s past life regression class, laugh nervously. The year was 2008 and I was her chosen demonstration subject. I was laying on a roll away cot deep in trance. Dolores then asked, How do you feel about what they did to you? I felt she was expecting me to say that I was angry, but I wasn’t angry. I was sad. I had experienced the heart of that caveman in my own heart. I grieved the brutal ways of the tribe in their teaching of their young to consider to continue the same cruel mob mentality, their inability to consider new concepts evoked a deep, aching sadness for what could have been.

I learned many things about myself during that regression with Dolores, and I’m still to this day, marveling at the relevance of my caveman existence. Its theme continues to present in my life and indeed, the world as well. Even more discovering and then experiencing this basic concept of consciousness exploration, I felt like I’d been handed the golden key to explore absolutely anything and everything.

Perhaps the biggest revelation from my higher self during that regression was how this greater aspect of my consciousness is has always been communicating with me in a variety of ways. I could gain new understanding on all kinds of personal events, see them from a new perspective. So rather than simply wondering why something occurred, I could consider what message my higher self was attempting to convey in the experience.

Random events in my life weren’t really random at all. Everything had meaning, everything like the time when I died at 11 years old, or at least when I thought I did. It wasn’t an accident or a huge trauma, pretty much just a regular day. Except for one thing, I had a fever. We my mom, dad, little brother, Randy, who was nine, lived in Tampa, Florida, in a tri-level home. The bedrooms were on the upper level, and my room was like an oven with this obnoxiously bright, hot red shag carpet. Mom set me up in the much cooler den. On the lowest level.

I was bored. I was waiting for Randy to come home. It was a big day for him, as his class had been holding a major Spelling Bee, which he was determined to win. Finally, I heard the front door slammed. I wanted to know what happened in the spelling bee. I heard footsteps overhead, mom and Randy were going upstairs. Darn. My curiosity was overwhelming. I decided to go find out what happened. So I stood up, and I didn’t feel too bad. So I headed for the first staircase, and suddenly I was feeling so much better.

As I headed up the main staircase, it felt like my fever was gone. I felt fantastic. And I made my way to my brother’s room. He was sitting on his bed excitingly, telling mom how he’d won the spelling bee. I think he even told her the word. I used to know what the word is, but I forgot it anyway. Look, Mom, look what I want. Randy unzipped his book bag, and out came the biggest Hershey’s chocolate bar I’d ever seen. It. It was all tied up in blue and silver ribbons. So I started to say something just then, but my voice didn’t work. And then I noticed my perspective. I was too high in the room, confused. I felt my head bump ever so softly on the ceiling, like a helium balloon gently rising to touch a solid surface.

Panic set in. Human bodies don’t float. I must be dead. And in that instant, much like the snapping back of a rubber band, I found myself back in the den, inside my hot, heavy, fevered body. I hadn’t gotten out of bed at all. I only thought I did. Minutes later, mom and Randy walked into the den. Randy held his huge Hershey bar over his head as the blue and silver ribbons streamed down around his smiling face, exactly the thing I saw him hold when I was upstairs on the ceiling.

I may have only been 11, but I came to a simple and obvious conclusion, the person I knew as me was not inextricably connected to my physical body. Somehow I left that body and yet I still felt like myself. I traveled to another location and watched what was happening and heard people talking everything I believed about life and reality changed that day. My higher self message was pretty clear, but I didn’t have much context or anyone to talk about it.

The one thing that I knew for certain was if I shared this experience with my mother, she would have kindly explained it away, just like she explained away my prophetic dreams and other paranormal events that I had shared. She was no different than any other adult in that regard. So I resolved to keep those things to myself, and that resolution lasted long into adulthood.

In my early 20s and newly married, I had a series of powerful, unintentional, out of body experiences. They’re also called. They were so strong and so uncontrollable to me that I remember almost dreading closing my eyes. While the OBE of my childhood absolutely provided some comfort. These were a little different. I wasn’t slipping easily out of my physical form. Rather, each event began with violent, overpowering vibrations and overwhelming, roaring noises. Instinctively, I fought against this energy out of fear. I lost a lot of sleep, and for a while, I thought I might be going a bit mad.

While this was happening, I was working towards my bachelor of fine arts degree, and one day it occurred to me that I could try to do some research. Certainly others have had this experience. So I looked at my only resource, the card catalog at the school library, and thankfully, I found a book title that thought it might help, that seemed like it might help. I had this vivid memory of pulling down the book journeys out of the body by Robert Monroe. It was on an upper shelf and sitting right on the library floor, I began reading.

To say Robert Monroe saved my life might seem extreme, but it really felt that way more accurately, my higher self guided me to him to broaden my understanding of other kinds of realities, available realities like my childhood fever experience had proven that were not dependent on human form. I inhaled Monroe’s words like a medicine, realizing my OBEs were a gift, one I could control. His writings continue to inform the way I see the world, and if he’s unfamiliar, look him up. Monroe actually invented a new word that is used by many awakened people today, lush. It’s a word that refers to a type of energy. It’s a rabbit hole of a concept, then that can’t explain much of what has happened to humans throughout time and what is happening in our world today.

This metaphysical worldview was new, brought up in a basic Christian tradition, I visited various churches with friends or extended family and attended summertime Vacation Bible School with other young children. I sometimes asked uncomfortable questions to the adults in charge. Their responses were nonsensical, often robotic and did not ring true, which confused me, if the grown ups didn’t know or couldn’t adequately, convincingly explain the origins of life and the purpose of humans and what happened exactly after we died, who in the world could?

As the years passed, I was exposed to other belief systems through travel and study, much of it, variations on the Christian based themes that I learned in kindergarten. All the while I collected more paranormal experiences, including prophetic dreams, visitations, powerful psychic messages and spontaneous past life memories that I once considered special day dreams created by a lively imagination. In fact, if I mentioned them, I was told, Oh, that’s just your imagination.

In 1989 my brother Randy was killed suddenly by a reckless teenage driver. It was another huge awakening event, the trauma absolutely played its part, but I see now how Randy’s higher self and my own Higher Self knew exactly what was coming. We were given profound, last minute gifts and many powerful clues. None of the clues were obvious or straightforward at the time, but in retrospect, they were a blessing. In the weeks leading up to Randy’s death, we took a final trip together, skiing in New Mexico for a weekend. Our topics of conversation were extraordinary, the ideas of a young and newly awakened man, but barely awakened my time myself. I had no real context to what Randy was sharing. He talked about fake reality, systems and games humanity played, how important it was to help everyone around us, how he would be sure to help me when our parents were elderly.

He introduced me to the concept of synchronicities, and in particular, the 11:11 on a digital clock, something I had never noticed myself. I have come to understand that synchronicities, and especially time prompts, are like winks or confirmations from the universe. For a long time, I thought the 11:11 was simply Randy saying hello. Exactly one week before he died, Randy and his fiance were dressing up to go to a formal dance. Randy became agitated and distraught. He was certain something terrible and horrible had happened to me. To me. Those were the days before mobile phones. I was completely fine, just unreachable. Randy took Gina, his fiance home, drove all around town in tears, looking for me, to no avail. They never made it to the dance. I’m just fine. I told Randy when we reconnected the next morning, a statement that held true until one week later, when we received news of his death.

The weeks and months following Randy’s death were filled with paranormal activity, physical manifestations, overwhelming dreams and after death communication directly from my brother, I felt like I was in a completely different world. My Awakening had moved into a whole new level. We are guided into our expansion in so many ways, dreams, meditation, paranormal experiences, hypnosis or quantum healing sessions, even sometimes, especially when we experience trauma, illness or grief, every choice we make, large or small, alters our course through the world our soul has set up for us to navigate, and even accidents are no accident.

Neither the caveman nor Randy experienced any real pain or trauma during their bodily deaths. Randy showed me exactly how and when he left his physical form about 30 seconds before the truck hit him. Just like I the caveman went off the cliff but never felt the impact of the ground. Randy was already gone by the time the crash took place. The boy who lost control of his truck and killed my brother had a life contract with Randy and by extension, me and my family as well. The caveman leader and the caveman I was had other chances to work out their lessons, and this, I am absolutely certain, because a part of me is still connected to that life and to that leader too.

Information comes wrapped in big life events, but it is also delivered even in the smallest of ways, a stubbed toe, a flat tire, the sting of a wasp, the direction of the wind, the time you note on the clock, the color of the t shirt you notice in your drawer and choose to wear that day, the shape of a cloud, the flower you see broken in the garden. The song playing on the radio as you head to a long awaited appointment. All of these things play a part in the timing of your life and the messages sent and received. We can all reconsider the events, relationships and stories of our lives, both large and small, whether positive or negative, any accident, every coincidence and each situation we face can be gleaned for deeper meaning to assist in continued growth and understanding of our ultimate path and purpose for life.

I am convinced that we live in a time where more humans than ever all over the planet are awakening to a collective potential so great it might actually lead to a leap of indescribable consciousness, evolution for humanity itself. And the very fact that a book such as the one you hold in your hand exists at this moment in time is undeniable proof.

All right, just for fun, I’m going to read my bio too. Candace Craw-Goldman is a wife, mother and Grandmama who wanted nothing more than to paint, live on a farm and ride horses every day. A mysterious, years long chronic pain condition inspired her to explore alternative healing modalities with minimal results, until a supernatural experience directed her to Dolores Cannon and the pain disappeared. Eager to help others, she began her life as quantum healer, and soon began working with Dolores, officially supporting Dolores students, assisting in live classes and program creation. Dolores worked with Candace until Dolores passed in 2014. QuantumHealers.com got its start in 2008 supporting practitioners. Dolores trained, and today it represents 1000s of alternative healers of all modalities with its thriving community worldwide, directory and education programs. In 2017 Candace developed beyond quantum healing, a heart centered, freedom based approach to consciousness exploration. Thousands of students around the world now practice BQH, and the online course is available in five languages, and pretty soon it’s going to be in Chinese!

You cn find out more about Candace, BQH and our new class, Quantum Connect, at QuantumHealers.com. Once again we want to thank Palm & Lotus Publishing, Dr. Allison Brown, and all the other co-authors of the Awakening Stories books. You can find it on AMazon or contact any other authors for a signed copy. You can contact me by leaving a message below or by emailing me at [email protected]