The sensitive doctor examined me attentively and asked, “Where does it hurt exactly?” I pointed to my upper abdomen, on the right. “This is the gallbladder, do you know anything about your gallbladder?” the doctor asked. “No,” I replied.
Dr. Norman sent me for an ultrasound examination and when I returned to him with the result, he determined:
“Your gallbladder is inflamed and very large, tomorrow morning you will have to have a gallbladder resection surgery, otherwise there is a risk of it bursting and it is a risk of death.”
I was happy that the source of my pain had finally been discovered, but I was sad to learn that I needed surgery, though I realized that there was no choice.
I returned home and I lay exhausted on the bed, and then a tremendous and sharp pain was grabbing me from the inside — an amount of pain I’ve never felt before… and then… nothing. Nothing hurt anymore. I was in darkness. I was cold. And then, my body was going up, up in a tube of light.
I looked down in horror and saw myself lying on the bed, dead, with my husband next to me and my little daughter, a month and a half old, lying in crib next to us.
And I was floating up… not controlling my levitation, I felt sucked through a big sleeve of light, trying to hold on with all my might to something, but there’s nothing that can stop me.
I was filled with anxiety. I realized that this was my soul hovering upward. I regretted my passing. I was sorry for my young children and from separating from all my loved ones. I arrived at a place where everything was lit up, and I saw my father, who had passed away a year and a half earlier.
I asked him: “Daddy, am I dead?” and my father didn’t answer, he just said, “You still have a lot to do in the world, your time is not up.”
I was immediately sucked again, this time in a dark tube, downward. I felt nauseous. Very cold and confused.
A pleasant touch on my foot woke me up: “Ayla…” I opened my eyes heavily. I realized that I was in the hospital. My husband was standing next to me with Dr. Norman beside him. A big smile spread across my husband’s face. “You were saved from death. The gallbladder exploded at night. Dr. Norman, our angel, saved you…” And the doctor said: “I haven’t seen a case like this before. The gallbladder was full of stones and a lot of sand, it exploded in the stomach, and a lot of it got attached to the liver and the intestine… You’re here by a miracle… Do you believe this?”
This doctor believed in miracles. “What a miracle. I hope I will be worthy of the miracles that have happened to me” I thought in my heart.
June 2007
Strange dreams were running through my head. The image of a handsome young man appeared in my dream… “Gareth… Gareth” I heard whispers with an unfamiliar name to me.
This dream, along with the other strange dreams I had in the past the six months after my surgery, made me want to leave the house for a few day trip.
I found tempting offers for lovely hotels and bed and breakfasts, as I was searching online. Nothing really caught my attention, except a short word ad: Gareth House (and a phone number).
The ad felt magical to me. It turned out that it was a little cottage in the countryside.
On July 2007 we stayed at Gareth House for 4 magical days. The weird dreams that didn’t let me go, had stopped. “I feel such peace… my dreams are gone. That’s exactly what I needed… Freedom” I thought to myself.
At the end of our visit, I called the woman in charge, Joanna, and asked her if she could come to the guest house so that I could pay her for our stay.
“Ayla” she said beautifully. “You’re very interesting to me. Why don’t you come over to our home, have coffee with us and continue on your way. Would you agree?” “Sure” I replied. Joanna opened her door with a wide smile. The spacious house decorated in Moroccan style, was breathtaking. A lot of light enters through the large windows and it was evident that wonderful energy resides in this house. I learned many things about the couple and noticed that there are similarities between Joanna and me. We both have a master’s degrees in biology and are science teachers. We are both interested in the power of the subconscious mind. I promised myself it wouldn’t be my last visit with the family.
As we turned to leave, I looked up and my eyes met a picture that was on the wall. I suddenly felt a little trouble breathing. “Beautiful…” I turned to her. “Who is this young man in the picture? I feel that I know him… I dreamed of him”
My blood froze in my veins.
Joanna replied that it was her son, Gareth, and that he had been killed a year earlier in a motorcycle accident. I turned pale. I couldn’t believe my ears. I didn’t understand how this could be possible. What’s happening to me?
Joanna, with her deep understanding of the situation, helped me digest the realization that I was channeling something as a psychic does.
“How can this be”? I thought. “I am a complete atheist. I don’t believe in anything… How did such a story come to me?”
“I found it hard to understand what happened that brought me to this powerful and upsetting situation. I felt that I had to understand what had happened to me and asked Joanna if she could tell me more about her Gareth. When Joanna told me about Gareth, I felt my blood freezing again. Everything she said matched with absolute precision a Gareth that I knew – a beloved and dear young man, a close family member of mine. I felt that this was a heavy story that I could not hold on my own, and I initiated a meeting between Joanna Lewis and the mother of our beloved Gareth. Our family’s Gareth’s mother was shocked by this story…
One Saturday I invited both families to our house. The two mothers each told about her Gareth. It turned out that both Gareths has a very similar identity.
They were both born on the same date, their mothers have the same name, Gareth Lewis’s grandmother and our Gareth’s grandmother were born on the same day, the grandfathers’ names are the same, and at the end of the conversation, my family member Gareth’s mother said to Joanna, “Well, one thing is sure not to be the same, and that is the time of birth. I gave birth to my Gareth at 3:40am” Joanna had a great deal of excitement as she said: “Wow, I gave birth to my Gareth at 3:40am as well.”
This story was a fascination to me but it also shook me to the core. I didn’t believe in the world beyond… only in what I could see.
Since then, everything changed in my life. The psychic abilities visited me time after time, and thanks to them, I discovered fascinating worlds… magical worlds full of messages from beyond.
In the treatments I give to my patients, I use the information I discover through these psychic abilities. Apparently, there is no other way to explain the successful achievements of the patients who come to me, for whom the medicine world did not give any chance to rehabilitate, such as Daniel Cohen, Merav Golan and many others who eradicated their illness despite everything.
With love,
