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Featured At1itttal COttttttut1icator Asia VoightWhen Iwas Young

out of my three-yearon the prickly mowed

t up there!" I called to the tops ofs. Crowning my hands over my head I sent

telepathic message, "Come down andon my thinker!"

Elm trees growing upwardsred feet surrounded my childhood home.

reaching woodland contained a clusparticularly chatty and busy residents

le called them a nuisance, bu t I calledmy friends.

(he (ragedy that Keturned the LightThree days after Christmas in 1987, soon after mytwenty-third birthday, I drove from my home stateof Wisconsin to Florida, when a semi-trailersmashed into my van. In an instant, a raging gasoline fire held me prisoner. I struggled to escape bypulling on the van's warped doors. But none ofthem opened and a thick black smoke poured inthrough the cracks. I was about to give up whenmy luminous guardian angel appeared and guided me out a narrow window I shouldn' t have fitthrough. I had survived, but was severely burned.In fact, the ER doctor gave me a mere three percent chance of survival.

the youngest and only girl with three muchbrothers, I spent a lot of time by myself, butThe arching branches of the

created an outdoor cathedral where soft Asia Voight

Months later, the doctor's prediction cametrue. My lungs gave out and I died. The AscendedMasters, representatives of God, who met me onthe o ther side gave me various healing and spiri-

and friendly and lively conver-lly about food, happened with my furry friends. When

to the squirrels, it was rocks, trees, spi rit guides,fairies, and even lightning.

llner life thrived among the ethers of spiritual beings andas my outer life with my family, friends, and church grew

darker. The ashen negativity hit a peak in the fifth yearlife. During Sunday school, I advised the teacher tha t her reliconcepts of sin and fearing God were mistaken. Instead, I innoto share my joy and understanding of the oneness with

the colorful and fun encounters with spirits andrrified, she yelled at me to stop, "Hold your breath

You are speaking against God!" I remember recoilingto the cold metal folding chair, sitting quietly with tears in

s, looking down on my shiny church shoes thinking, I don'tIs talking to animals and spiritual beings truly against God?

to that challenge, one day a neighbor girl I admiredanother devastating blow to my world view. We were playing

bounded over into the yard. Ihome life aloud and after I finished, she said intently,about this dog's family, but talking

is weird. No one does it and you'd better keep it to yoursad, I did keep it to myself and eventually as a

turned off all my intuitive connections. Wondering if Ishare my abilities to talk to animals with anyone ever againtalk to them myself, I passed through my teen years with a(

tuallessons. One of them concerned intuitive communication. They showed me that telepathy is our soul's language.I had turned off my telepathic abilities years before this near deathexperience, and yet immediately on the other side I knew how toshare mind-to-mind and heart-to-heart connections with the Ascended Masters. In the afterlife state, I didn't have to take a class to remember how to hear them. I knew how, because my soul knew how. Having an intuitive connection with animals, spirit guides, and angelsis nothing we have to learn, we simply remember.At the end of our time together they asked me to share my ability to communicate with animals, assist others in healing past lives,and assist people in hearing their own spirit helpers. Overjoyed atfinally knowing deep in my heart that there was nothing evil aboutintuitive communication, I felt inspired to return to Earth and follow their wishes. This reclamation of such a precious gift allowedme to bring my inner magical world to meet the outer world. Godhad given his blessing, and the pain of my childhood fear started tofall away. Intently focused, I prayed to re-awaken, to remember theintuitive connection I had turned off as a teenager. And with theadded support of the Masters, I knew it would happen soon.

Before the enormous Archangel Metatron returned me to myhospital bed, the Ascended Masters gave me some final words ofadvice, "When you get scared by old fears or people's negativity, focuson the inner light of your soul that holds All Love and allow that toguide you. Call on us for help. We will be there for you:'

"Thank you," I said, meekly smiling and hesitantly shaking myhead in nervousness. "How will I physically recover, though, if Ireturn to my body? The doctors told my family if I survived I wouldbe 98 percent disabled. They are not even sure I will walk. My legs