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FOREWORD
BY JENNY McCARTHY
L
ife is wonderful.
Despite all its ups and downs, its hairpin curves and its rollercoaster-ish peaks and valleys, Life is an awesome experience. I love
my Life and I wouldn’t trade it for anyone or anything. And I certainly
could never see myself leaving this Life - or taking my Life - at the far
end of sadness, despair or hopelessness. That just isn’t who I am, and
it isn’t what I want.
But that is not true for everyone. And I sometimes wonder what it is
that brings someone to the point where they would desire to end their
own Life. Why do people become so overwhelmed by the things they
experience as obstacles, hardships and pain, that they would come to
the conclusion that ending their Life is better than living it?
The saddest end to the wonder of Life is when someone is so
heartbroken, grieving or despondent, that committing suicide is, for
them, at that moment, the only way to stop their pain. Even sadder
yet, is when a young person, engulfed in whatever malaise of suffering
they are experiencing, sees their Life as having no more meaning, and
they snuff out their brilliant, beautiful light with their own hands.
Ending a Life by suicide leaves an even deeper, sadder, gaping hole,
when it is committed by the hands of a teenager who will never have
the chance to live their Life to its fullest. They’ve cut themselves off
from their Life, and they have ended the plan designed for them,
before they’ve ever begun to really live it. And in the wake are left
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moms and dads, siblings and grandparents, family and friends who
struggle to find the answers that will never truly be realized. All they
have left is the emptiness that is filled only with the echoing of their
sobs and unanswered questions.
If you are skeptical of the spiritual, you may find this book difficult
to swallow. But even more, you will live a Life that is void of knowing
anything beyond the tangible. The universe is a pretty big place, and
it is filled with Life and wonder. Here in these pages, you will find the
tragedy of Life ended too soon, but the hope of knowing that Life goes
on and can speak to us if we are open enough to listen.
I am reminded of the words of Thoreau, as paraphrased in the
movie, Dead Poets Society, that poignantly dealt with teen suicide, “I
went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep
and suck out all the marrow of Life. To put to rout all that was not Life; and
not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.”
“Not lived,” is Life as defined by teen suicide. And it all seems so
hopeless and sad.
Jenny McCarthy
Los Angeles, CA
May, 2016
But there is a Life beyond this Life. I have always been a spiritual
person, and I have always held the belief that there is something more
beyond the veil of this Life. Some of us define that with religion, some
of us with consciousness studies, but none of us really knows beyond
a shadow of a doubt that there is an afterLife. And even when we
do believe it exists, we hold to so many different interpretations and
beliefs, that we are left unsure of anything beyond a distant hope or
that warm fuzzy feeling.
But what do you do when someone speaks with a voice that pierces
the veil? What amazing realization comes rushing in when a kid
who’s taken their own Life finds a way to express why they did what
they did, and what they are experiencing on that other plane. Many
times they try to tell us through small signs and things that we can
sometimes miss when we aren’t tuned in to looking and listening for
what they have to say. We are so involved with our daily lives that we
forget to look! And we can miss the beautiful messages sent our way.
Teresa has written a wonderful book, completely filled with pathos
and sadness, yet delivering an unswerving message that speaks with
the voice of those teenage kids who took their own lives. They have
found a voice in Teresa, who I would call an almost unwitting medium
for these kids to once again speak out loud to the living. Page after
page I found myself overwhelmed and sometimes in tears as I read the
words of these kids speaking from the other side.
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She said she felt a sense of peace and even a little relieved that she
now had a better understanding of what happened. It would take her
some time, but she was glad we had recorded it so she could listen to
it again. She asked me if she could she let her husband and children
listen to our session.
I explained that this was her information, and she may do as she
likes with it. She said that she had hopes that it will help all of them,
and that it might even bring them closer together. She stood up, and
I gave her a big hug and told her that my door was open when she
wanted to talk again.
Even though Angela left my office, I had a feeling this was not the
end of this reading. The way that Michele ended our conversation,
winking at me, telling me that she will “talk to me again soon,” had
never ever happened in my career up to that point.
I asked my TAG TEAM if they have any insight for me of what she
was referring to, and their response was, “There is more to come.” I
took it to mean that Angela would be back, soon, for another reading.
I did not know it at the time, but that was not entirely the correct
interpretation.
At the end of day I close the Divine LIGHTED Door and thank
everybody for joining me to help those in need. Closing the day
requires a specific routine that I follow to ensure that everybody is safe
and protected.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE GANG IS ALL HERE!
Knock……
Knock……
I look over to the clock and it is 2:22 a.m. I pull the covers back
over my head, and I hear an even louder ‘KNOCK KNOCK’ on my
bedroom door.
I say out loud, “Hey, I worked all day yesterday and worked last
night helping people pass over, and I’m tired. I don’t want to work
another night.”
For a few brief moments it’s quiet.
Now I feel something poking me through the blankets, and I know
it’s my GUARDIAN ANGEL because she is the only one allowed in
my room while I’m sleeping.
My rule is: when I work at night (which I do often), any SPIRITS
that are in need of help adjusting to their passing must keep a distance,
as my only sanctuary is my bedroom.
GUARDIAN ANGEL: They’re here!
Teresa (pulling the covers back): Who’s here? When we worked in
the past you’ve never said, “They’re here!!”
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GUARDIAN ANGEL: You have to get up. They want to talk to
you.
Michelle: The ANGELS and everybody here know when we were
in a reading with you we can’t tell everything we know because it’s
too much for our parents to handle emotionally. We can’t tell them
everything we want them to know, and there is so much more to tell
them than what is given in the readings.
Teresa (in my unique, smartass way): Really, I got to get up? Can’t
we do this tomorrow?
GUARDIAN ANGEL: No, get up.
I peer over towards the threshold of my bedroom, and there are so
many SPIRITS smiling and waving excitedly looking at me.
Teresa: Who are they? What do they want?
GUARDIAN ANGEL (very gently and sweetly): They have heard
that you are writing a book about teenage suicide. They are here to
help you write your book. They want to be part of the book by telling
you their life stories.
Resolved that I am destined to get no sleep tonight, I get out of bed,
put my robe on and walk out of my bedroom into the hallway. All the
loving energy I feel makes me cry.
I compose myself and the first SPIRIT that steps forward looks
vaguely familiar to me.
I’ve seen her before. As I’m trying to wrap my head around all of
this, she steps forward, and she hugs me. I realize it’s Michelle.
Teresa: What are you doing here with all these people?
Michelle: I’ve been working on the other side telling everybody that
you’re writing a book, and they want to help.
With this, every SPIRIT says in unison “We want to tell our stories.”
This completely takes me aback.
Teresa: Michelle, what have you been telling them?
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Teresa: What do you mean?
Michelle: We want to talk about what goes on here after we pass. We
want others to know what our eternal life is like.
Teresa: I know from all the work I do that passings are much more
complex. There is so much more in the HEAVENS that goes on that so
many people don’t even know.
Michelle: Exactly, that is why we want to help you write the book.
I look around and I see many young SPIRITS, many of which
I’ve never met before, and a few which I have, and they introduce
themselves to me one by one.
As I look around I ask everybody…
Teresa: Do you want me to tell your stories and all your personal
details?
Every SINGLE SPIRIT in my hall way responds with an overwhelming,
“YES.”
One young girl steps forward. She is about 11 years old. Her name is
Britney, and she gives me a big hug.
Britney: Can you call my Mommy to tell her I’m OK?
Teresa: I’ve never met you, and I do not think I have spoken to your
mom.
Britney: No, my mom doesn’t believe. I send her signs that I am
with her. Please call my mom.
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