This is a true story of a part of my own spiritual journey. I am a channel. I didn't know it until I was in my thirties. As a child I often wondered how I could carry on conversations as I did in my head and suddenly feel comforted by these thoughts, have answers to my questions or to know things I had never been formally taught. Yet I thought it must be the same for everyone. II remember when I was eight or nine asking my Mother if she saw pictures of people in her mind even with her eyes open? She told me no and asked me if I knew the people? I said no, but I tried to memorize the pictures and watched for them. I never saw them.The voices and images seem to disappear in my twenties, perhaps because I spent little time in reflection.In my early thirties, my life felt as if it had turned upside down. I was unhappy and miserable with everything in life. Things changed dramatically when a long term relationship ended. I felt completely lost and alone. I was Vice President of a manufacturing company and nearly lost my job as I became depressed and disinterested in life. I couldn't sleep and one morning before dawn I found myself at the beach. I was crying and praying for help. Suddenly in my despair, I was stunned to hear a captivating, man's voice speaking to me. I looked around and there was no one else on the beach near me. He talked to me about my life and how it would change for the better. He spoke of how there would always be a guide to help me. He told me this is my "awakening"I had sought help from a counselor for my depression and now I felt I needed more help because I was "hearing" things. It was much "louder" than when I was a child.This is when I began to learn about and to consciously experience my spiritual journey. I was getting help from those in the physical and in the spiritual. I learned the photographs I would see are of people who have died. The conversations were with my Guide or sometimes those who have passed. I recovered from my loss and different guides continued to teach me. It was more than ten years later and while on a walk one morning I heard I will be told, "The Ten Lessons of Healing" Siddhartha was my guide at the time. He provided one lesson per week and during the week I was instructed to see where examples of this lesson appeared in my life. Each lesson was part of the metaphor of building a house and how we can create or transform a house into home. Years later my guide, Michael spent a month reviewing each lesson with me. The lessons appear to be very simple, but making them a part of who I am is what takes diligence. I believe the ten lessons are meant to be a way of life. I have written about my experience in hearing and learning the lessons. Each lesson takes contemplation and self examination to understand their true meaning. The lessons have changed my life in every way, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically. When things do go awry in my life, I can easily identify which lesson needs my attention and when I live by the lessons, I am so much happier. I have my own small manufacturing company now. I work, spend time with my family and friends. Until now I have never been comfortable making this part of my life public. But I know this is the time to share the lessons. The Ten Lessons of Healing are an amazingly simple blueprint to a happier life. While the book itself is a short read, I suggest you spend at least a week on one lesson before proceeding to the next and then start again.