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- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
This book was not planned. It was born - out of an experience that changed everything. After thirty years of illness, poverty, and loneliness, I had a near-death experience on September 8, 2024 - and in it, I discovered my true calling. The veil of eternity lifted, and for the first time, I glimpsed what I had searched for all my life: a deeper meaning behind it all. What I encountered was not theoretical, not just an idea - it was a truth that moved through every part of me. I returned - to life, to my body, to my purpose. With the clarity I had received, I was ready to walk my path and live what I came here to live. But how - when the body no longer cooperates? And so, this book came into being in an unusual way: Sentence by sentence, heartbeat by heartbeat. It is not just my story. It is an invitation to remember - That nothing in your life is in vain. That you are here - for a reason. That there are paths beyond the ordinary. That your light is needed - exactly as you are. If this book gives you courage, touches you, or accompanies you -then it fulfills its purpose. That is why it was written. With deep gratitude - from my soul to yours, Warmly, Heike.
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A Note on the English Edition
This book began in my native language, German - and has now found its way into English with the help of artificial intelligence (Chat GPT).
The soul behind the words is mine.
The shape of the words was gently guided into English, but the truth remains unchanged.
For all who are searching for their path, not knowing what form it may be allowed to take.
For those who quietly believe that their life has not been in vain.
This book is for you.
Table of Contents
Foreword
My Life Before the Near-Death Experience
A Home in the Shadow of War - and the Light of an Old Soul
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Who has truly seen you?
Thirty Years of Darkness - and No Way Out
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: The Moment Without a Way Out
Fifty - My Breakthrough into Freedom
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: A Flicker of Hope
The Call to Help - Despite Everything
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: With an Open Heart
Premonition of Death
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: A Sense of Farewell
The Near-Death Experience
The Moment Between Worlds
Poem: „Whisper of the Soul“
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: The Quiet Threshold of Finiteness
My Life Thereafter
Fear of the Night, Fear of the Light
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Fear of the Calling - and of What Lives Within You
Believing Without Proof
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Trusting Your Inner Truth
A Clear Calling - and a Powerless Now
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: What Calls You - and What Holds You Back?
The Late Diagnosis
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Learning to Trust Your Body
I Have Found My Way
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Unplanned, Yet Guided
Reflection & Outlook
What Remains - Is Me
A Gentle Invitation to Self-Encounter: Your Truth Knows the Way
Not in Vain
In Love and Light
Poem: „Soul’s Plan“
A Personal Video Message for You!
About the Author
More About Me and My Path
A Note on the Creation of This Book
Image Credits & Text Contributions
Foreword
For thirty years, I was ill. My body was exhausted, my life marked by poverty, and more often than not, I was alone in my pain. And yet, deep within me, I carried a quiet sense - one I had known since childhood: that all of it was part of something greater. Part of a plan.
Even as a child, I knew which professions I would one day pursue. I knew I would become ill. And I knew that, one day, I would recover - and write about it all. This knowing didn’t come from outside. It was simply there. Deep within me.
Last year, I had a near-death experience. For a few moments, I was no longer in this world. I experienced a peace so deep, a love beyond all words. And I understood: My suffering had not been in vain. The illness, the poverty, the loneliness - all of it had been part of a path. Part of a calling. Part of my soul’s purpose.
For a long time, I hesitated to share this story publicly. But the clarity that came with my return left no doubt: I can no longer remain silent.
My journey may offer orientation to others - to those walking through illness or hardship. To those searching for the meaning of their life. To those who may believe they are alone in their pain.
This book is for you. It is my testimony. My path through darkness - toward light. May it offer hope, bring comfort, and gently remind you: Even in the deepest suffering, there can be meaning. And sometimes, the very thing that weighs us down the most holds the seed of our greatest inner task.
I invite you to read my story with an open heart. Perhaps you will find within it a thought, a feeling, or a quiet recognition that gives you courage. If this book can bring light to even one soul in a dark hour, then none of it was in vain.
With love and gratitude,
Heike
My Life Before the Near-Death Experience
A Home in the Shadow of War - and the Light of an Old Soul
I was raised by my grandparents - in a home shaped more by duty and daily routines than by big emotions or overflowing closeness. And yet, it was a place where I could survive. A home in the shadow of war.
My grandparents took me in when my mother - still young and, perhaps, overwhelmed by life - couldn’t find space for me in her new reality. She lived just across the street. So near, and yet so far.
Later, she had another daughter - one she was more closely connected to. But I was the child she couldn’t - or wouldn’t - keep.
My grandparents stepped in. They gave me a roof over my head and a steady rhythm to my days. My grandmother worked part-time from home, and each afternoon we sat at the kitchen table together. That, I now know, was a privilege - most of my classmates ate in the school cafeteria.
She cooked for me every day. She cared for me, stayed by my side when I was sick. Her love showed through action - not through words, not through hugs. But I felt it. In her quiet way, it was always there.
My grandfather was a structural engineer. In the evenings, after work, he would spend hours at his large drafting table. I learned early on: When Grandpa was drawing, the house had to be silent. No noise. No interruption.
We didn’t talk much. We hardly connected in daily life. But on holidays, he would soften. He would laugh. And even though we didn’t share much in the everyday, I always felt a quiet thread between us - something unspoken, yet real.
