Dying To Be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing
Anita Moorjani
Language: English
Pages: 216
ISBN: 1401937535
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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dematerializes. We know this intellectually, yet what awaits us is still the great mystery. After reading Anita’s NDE report, my mother said that a wave of peace overtook her and replaced the fear, anxiety, and stress of what the great unknown brings. In fact, everyone who read of Anita’s near-death experience, including my children, felt that they had a new lease on life and vowed to me to always, above all else, love themselves, to treasure their magnificence, and to banish all potential
that way toward myself and everyone around me. So I found myself with nothing but compassion for all the criminals and terrorists in the world, as well as their victims. I understood in a way I never had before that for people to commit 108 Interior Dying to be me.indd 108 11/28/11 1:10 PM Seeing Life with New Eyes such acts, they must really be full of confusion, frustration, pain, and self-hatred. A self-actualized and happy individual would never carry out such deeds! People who cherish
within us where we are Whole, then illness can’t remain in the body. And because we’re all connected, there’s no reason why one person’s state of wellness can’t touch others, elevating them and triggering their recovery. And when we heal others, we also heal ourselves and the planet. There’s no separation except in our own minds. My life has had its ups and downs, and there are times when I feel I have to really work hard at being centered. I have to handle mundane things such as household chores
company, my father was required to travel around before finally settling down in what was the British colony of Hong Kong when I was just two years old. My origins immersed me in three cultures and languages simultaneously. Hong Kong, a vibrant and bustling metropolis, is a city predominantly populated by Chinese, so I learned to speak Cantonese with the local people. My parents sent both my brother, Anoop, and me to British schools, where the teaching was in English, and most of my schoolmates
as they faced another day. My parents followed the scriptures contained within the Hindu Vedas, as well as the teachings of Guru Nanak and his holy book, the Guru Granth Sahib. I often sat in front of the shrine and watched my parents intently as they lit the incense and waved it in a circular motion in front of the little statues and pictures of the various gods and goddesses, while chanting their puja (Hindu prayer), and I would emulate them. Later on, I’d watch our Chinese nanny, Ah Fong,
