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In a world that continually makes you wonder if peace will ever come, this book connects you to the Realms of Light, offering healing and guidance. Answers and insights from the afterlife and those who reside in the Light know of your struggles and are here to help. You are not alone, we are not alone, connect today!

A brilliant astrologer, intuitive, and dear friend, Esther Corica, foretold this book's creation in 1991. Esther has passed from this life, so she may know that I understand her prophecy. Esther said a man in Spirit would contact me and ask me to write his story. She emphatically stated it was important I do this. Years passed, and I forgot what Esther predicted.


A Message from God, true stories from others helped by the Realms of Light, and teaching from the Masters of Light, are included. Can you imagine how important you are to the scheme of things that the Universal Intelligence used a normal (more or less) person to write some of the most heart-rendering non-fiction stories you might ever read? The Light wants us to wake up from this illusion that we must live in a world of suffering, death, and back on the wheel of rebirth.


Charles "Sonny" Liston, a man I had never heard about in this life, reached out to me from the afterlife. Sonny was an American World Heavyweight Boxing Champion. That is a big title that I never gave a second of attention -- Not until Sonny took his hand in mine in 2012 after his physical death in 1970! Sonny Liston, Heavyweight Champion of the World, 1962-1964, was busy in a world I knew nothing about and where I never considered spending my time.


You could say Sonny was an unlikely candidate for God to choose to speak to us about the afterlife. However, he was exceptionally qualified to talk about regret and redemption. He lived in pain and found his healing not here but after passing on. Sonny does not want anyone else to wait until they die to live a better life. So in actuality, he was the perfect person for this job.


And I thought I was an illogical person for Sonny to want to write his story when I am so opposed to violence. And violent his life was. It was not the life he wanted, but it was all he knew. From the time he was a child, beaten, ignored, and left to figure out how to survive, it seemed his fate was sealed. I believe we have choices that shape the direction of our life. But Sonny could not get over the mountains he would have to climb to claim the life he wished he had.


My skills as a Spiritual Medium made me the perfect candidate for Sonny because I knew how to hear from those in the Light. I later was told that Sonny and I had made a contractual agreement in a past life to bring this writing into the world. And if you look around, the world is not in a stable place. Wars, disease, prejudice, sexual discrimination, not enough has changed for the better. We need help from the Realms of Light to get us onto a healthier and more loving path. We work more effectively when we care about ourselves because then we can care for others.


I could empathize with Sonny's misfortunes. I, however, did not handle them the same way. Sonny fought back against the violence with violence. My childhood was colored by sexual abuse, physical assault, emotional traumas, apathy, and neglect. The big difference between Sonny and me was that I had visitations from Jesus Christ at a very young age. Being raised Jewish, His presence gave my mother pause, but Christ was my saving grace. I learned compassion from my dad, love from my aunt, and fear from the very people who were supposed to love and protect me. So I had to balance all the time to get to where I am today.


I have come to believe that Sonny and I are doing what was meant. The fact that I knew nothing about his life was a plus because I was in no way biased for or against a man so many feared and hated. Some respected his talent immensely, but I did not belong into any category other than Sonny Liston; who?? That was then, and now I can say Sonny Liston is my friend.


We remember people based on who they were to us, how they treated us, or what we knew of them. But when someone dies, they have the opportunity to change, heal, redeem themselves, and even make amends. These writings are tangible evidence of the afterlife and Sonny Liston's desire to give back something to a world that never loved, accepted, or wanted him. Now that is the epitome of Christ Consciousness.


About ten years ago, I met a man who had researched Liston's life for more than thirty years. Can you imagine doing that for such a long time? Well, Paul Gallender had a calling, and many of us never answer that voice within, but he did. Gallender wanted to set the record straight about many things that were slander and how Liston was viciously maligned. Gallender and I, having met so he could validate seventy of my statements about Sonny's life and career, was nothing short of what I would call miraculous manipulating on the part of Sonny and the powers of Light supporting this project.


I was in Colorado, he in Illinois, and it turned out we had attended the same high school. So I guess stranger things have happened. Paul married and sadly lost his wife too early when she passed. I live with my husband and amazing hundred-pound German Shepherd. Life sometimes seems to take us on journeys. I think it is more that we make these choices, and then the river flowing up or down the stream influences us.


I had met with people who had passed on since childhood, so what makes this different? I have testimonials from many clients and many more I never bothered to ask for one. I have always been fulfilled, having helped comfort grieving loved ones. Paul Gallender does not speak or hear from the Light to date, and I do not know if he will in this lifetime. I cannot even influence him to learn to meditate. But he did what he could do, and that was learning more about Sonny than perhaps anyone else on the planet.


I told Paul things Sonny said to me that only Paul could have validated. Now that is amazing, you could say. But I would respond, I have been doing this all my life. I relate Liston's exact words or deliver his thoughts as he gave them to me. I receive pictures I put into words. Sometimes he conveys pure feelings. If I misrepresent a thought at any time, I am prompted how to correct the statement.


I will give you an extraordinary glimpse into what it is to leave the physical body at the time of death and enter the Light. I did not improve on grammar for it was more important to remain true to what Sonny told me. Of course individuals can have different experiences. Sonny poetically called his death THE IMMENSE RELEASE —


The Immense Release© 

"Light all around me, vanquishing and transmuting, anything unlike itself. Peace as soft as a rose petal and just as sweet washed over all that was, and I let go a deep breath, as something far more powerful seemed to fill and envelop me. What it was I could not know at that moment, other than it was not my own breath, which I drew back into whatever I was becoming. The feelings were exhilarating, the smells intoxicating, and they drew me into thoughts of tranquility and grace. I let go once again, to move more deeply into that freedom, and bringing with it feelings which I had long since forgotten, from eons of lifetimes gone by. Colors so bright and luminescent that each one had its own life force of energy and sound, but more than sound, music unheard of on Earth. Moving as if in slow motion, then without what seemed a moment's passing of time, suddenly, intricately, they began blending one hue into the other. And each color had a personality affecting, anointing, and precipitously vanishing without forewarning, of what could be to follow in its place.


What were the sensations when all instantaneously left – was it none other than consciousness? A sensing from somewhere within that seemed both foreign and familiar in the same millisecond of, what was that, time? No, no sense of time, only consciousness of belonging and being and yet not being as much as an is-ness without form. 'How could there ever again be an I?' raced through my thoughts, when instantaneously, the recognition of being 'We' began taking what I was and transforming the me into a We, which was filled with humility and again, that peace, so often longed for and even longer since forgotten. Could I begin to even define to myself what peace felt like to me? Who was I? What was me? Peace took over the identity and the duality, and with it came an expansion of being and knowing beyond comprehension.


The Immense Release from the physical to the super-real, energetic, electric, awakened senses in death that life could not and never did capture. Not with drugs, nor alcohol, sex, nor seconds of fame, did the 'I' ever, ever break from the pain, shame, and illusions of what was in limited knowledge thought to be life. Life was a prison with shackles upon my soul that no matter how much effort was employed, still, they held tightly as if meant to turn the screws more securely and dig deeper and deeper into the flesh until it bled tears of shame. Shame flooded the mind with grotesque reminiscences of how that life was lived and regrets, excruciating to all that I was, for how forsaken the truth was, from the beginning of that existence.


Off in the distance were pillars, glowing statuesque in appearance and seeming to have no density to them whatsoever. Such materials of shimmering opalescence were not known to Earth. Others gathered around as if my coming to this sacred place was known to them all. Words were not spoken, but rather heard in thought and felt in the heart of hearts. Not an organ of flesh and blood, oh no, for that hadn't any form in this place. This heart was of Light, vibrations, and almost a whimsical sensation of pure and unadulterated joy.


But now the heart sensed only love, a love that never passed my way upon Earth. Love was a great many things with expressions too costly, and yet they bore no resemblance to love, the energetic component of oneness. On Earth, love takes many forms – from a token to purchase what one senses they need from another to a reward for behaviors given merit or the predators in search of what might bring fulfillment. Love given and withheld, as children are pounced upon in their innocence, as one might seize the moment to take without ever giving thought to what was being shattered. Love, when it was given for comfort and without request; given for its own sake because the one giving could do no other thing, but give of itself, came closest to love acompli' Divinity.


Upon approaching the Pillars of Light and with the others beside me, I began to recall lifetimes when I wrote in prose and paid my way with words to bring grace and good to all. After leaving the earthly life and when first I arrived, I was drenched in sorrows, feeling the pains of those whom I had pained. One after another, they came, and I felt as if I were drowning in a tsunami of despair. It seemed there would and could be no end to the stench of life, not death, but what had been life. Then, as if I had an inner knowing as to what would come next, I felt each one's essence and bowed my entire being in what was beyond remorse, and it ceased its unrelenting review of what had been. And now, now this has come to take its place, more than revealing, for it was as if reliving, what my many, many books of life were. Artist, defender of the poor; for cowardice had its time, and now I was shown when my bravery served others to give, not take life. And love, which for so many upon Earth is given as a poker chip, a coin, or a coveted thing when actually captured by the heart of one's goodness, for moments in time. Always there are those who live for love, to give and receive love without knowing what is driving them. Is it the force named God, or the drive to be good, or better, or selfless, or to simply belong? Love speaks to all, and all answer its call, but each one in their own limited capacity to grasp eternity, or simplicity in complexity, or gentleness in strength, or being able to have freedom in attachment. For in attachment, there is too unceremoniously, a labeling for a need to be disinfected, for fear that it breeds compulsions and corruptions. And yet, attachment to Spirit always was original cause for the drive to love and yet, to love is not attached to Spirit by the multitudes, and so it was upon this Earth that when I left, that I become the We, speaking now through one who has lived for love and in its many distortions, in limited life, suffered as the multitudes have, wars and scars, only to search ever deeper for its truest essence. So now, here We stand among you, all of you, ready to whisper gently into the ear eager to hear, willing to raise up the ones ready to abandon the unreal for the real and be the Light of Love." — Sonny Liston


How moved I was to hear what Sonny experienced! Light and love surrounded me during my near-death. My direct communications and experiences have given me comfort and knowledge that we are never alone, no matter the appearances.

Sonny’s Endorsement as he spoke to JC ~ Barbara


Sonny told me during one of our conversations that he loved ice cream, something a lot

of us have in common with him. He also loved talking about his German Shepherd, Jackie.

After all these years, we have a German Shepherd named Jacki who we rescued from a shelter.

If you can identify with these fun facts, and how much he loved kids and making them smile,

then we hope you accept his imperfections when he was here as just a physical man trying to survive.

Sonny wants to eliminate the fear of death.  He says, 

"I want to leave something good in the world, which I didn’t accomplish before."  

*Reminder that Sonny’s exact words are italicized.


"For those who recognize the truth when it presents itself, I am here. The Bear was a name given to me. It was meant to taunt and degrade who I was.  I asked JC to place this photo of the bear to honor my namesake and to show gratitude for its beauty and intelligence. The bear is ingenious in surviving, and I, too, did the best I knew how. The bear hibernates. It does not die, only to reappear in the spring. Now is the springtime of my evolution as I appear on these pages, full of life and filled with Light.





All that has been written is endorsed by me. I leave you now to learn and to appreciate the offerings given. See your image in the strength of the mountains, the power of the oceans, and the expansiveness of the heavens. You are all of this and more.


I am not a ghost. Wonderful, just wonderful to see you laugh. Ghosts are the apparitions seen when one who has passed on projects their emotional body into the dense physical reality. Their Spirit is not present in this activity. The Spirit observes the choices of the soul and the soul’s evolution."

Sonny Liston loved ice cream
Never judge another

"All beings who came to this world did so knowing the fullness of its implications. Life is eternal. Life is expanding and growing constantly, and that is what is asked of each person here. Do not be content with your earthly accomplishments. Do not become complacent when you are well fed when others are dying of starvation. Everyone belongs to the same community of life." —  Paramahansa Yogananda

Here are some things you likely do not know about the infamous Sonny Liston...........

“Favors aren’t special,” Liston once said. “You do them from the way you feel in your heart, and you don’t tell about them. You do a friend a favor; you don’t brag.” Sonny’s trainer, Willie Reddish, claimed Sonny never passed a beggar of any color on the street without giving him some money. “He didn’t do it for effect,” said Reddish. “He never knew I even noticed, but I did. I’d watch him out of the corner of my eye.”


Skinny Davidson said Sonny would give money to any disabled person he saw. “I saw him give seven and eight-year-old kids $20 back in 1959,” said his friend, Tommy Manning.


Referee Davey Pearl said he was driving one day when Sonny said, “Stop the car. Stop the car!” According to Pearl, Sonny jumped out of the car and gave all the money in his pockets to a legless man selling pencils. “He got back in the car and never said a word,” said Pearl.

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