I know that there is a reason for everything. Perhaps at the moment that an event occurs we have neither the insight nor the foresight to comprehend the reason, but with time and patience it will come to light.

So it was with Catherine. I first met her in 1980 when she was 27 years old. She had come to my office seeking help for her anxiety, panic attacks, and phobias. Although these symptoms have been with her since childhood, in the recent past they had become much worse. Every day she found herself more emotionally paralyzed and less able to function. She was terrified and understandably depressed.

In contrast to the chaos that was going on in Catherine’s life, my life was flowing smoothly. I had a good stable marriage, two young children, and a flourishing career.

I attended the Yale University School of Medicine and received my M.D. degree in 1970. After completing my residency in psychiatry, I accepted several faculty positions and gained national recognition in the fields of biological psychiatry and substance abuse. I was promoted to Associate Professor of Psychiatry at University of Miami and appointed Chief of Psychiatry at a large university-affiliated hospital there. By that time, I had already published 37 scientific papers and book chapters in my field.

Years of disciplined study had trained my mind to think as a scientist and physician, molding me along the narrow paths of conservatism in my profession. I distrusted anything that could not be proved by traditional scientific methods.

Then I met Catherine. For 18 months I used conventional methods of therapy to help her overcome her symptoms. When nothing seemed to work, I tried hypnosis. In a series of trance states, Catherine recalled “past-life” memories that proved to be the causative factors of her symptoms. She also was able to act as a conduit for information from highly evolved “spirit entities,” and through them she revealed many of the secrets of life and of death. In just a few short months, her symptoms disappeared, and she resumed her life, happier and more at peace than ever before.

Nothing in my background had prepared me for this. I was absolutely amazed when these events unfolded. At the time of my first session with Catherine, I had no idea that my life was about to turn upside down, that the frightened, confused woman across the desk from me would be the catalyst and that I would never be the same again.

I do not have a scientific explanation for what happened. There is far too much about the human mind that is beyond our comprehension.
It took me four years after meeting Catherine to write about what happened, four years to garner the courage to take the professional risk of revealing this unorthodox information.

Suddenly one night while I was taking a shower, I felt compelled to put this experience down on paper. I had a strong feeling that the time was right, that I should not withhold the information any longer. The lessons I had learned were meant to be shared with others, not to be kept private.

The knowledge had come through Catherine and now had to come through me. I knew that no possible consequence I might face could prove to be as devastating as not sharing this knowledge I had gained about immortality and the true meaning of life.

I rushed out of the shower and sat down at my desk with the stack of audios I had made during my sessions with Catherine. In the wee hours of the morning, I thought of my old Hungarian grandfather who had died while I was still a teenager. Whenever I would tell him that I was afraid to take a risk, he would lovingly encourage me by repeating his favorite English expression: “Vat the hell,” he would say, “vat the hell.”

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