Book
1
Christine
Contini
Genre: Nonfiction/Spirituality
Publisher: Winterwolfpress.com
Date of Publication: October 31,
2017
ISBN: 978-0-9885851-2-6 paperback
Number of pages: 196
Word Count: 80,849
Cover Artist: Andreea Vraciu
and Laura C. Cantu
Tagline: Peek through the veils to the other side.
Book Description:
What happens after we die' has
been a question that has haunted humanity since the dawn of abstract thought.
Many theories have been offered, but finding evidence has seemed impossible.
In Death: Awakening to Life,
Christine Contini takes us on a journey through life, death, healing, and
rebirth. At thirty-one years old, Christine was diagnosed with Relapsing
Remitting Multiple Sclerosis.
A newfound spirituality gave her
the power to overcome the habitual belief systems that had sanctioned her body
to become so unwell. Through a daily practice of meditation, she began learning
how to change her habits and thought patterns, but it wasn't until seven years
later when she experienced a sudden cardiac death that the real changes began
to occur.
The contact she had with the
recently deceased led to her concept called 'energetics' - a system that could
be used to bring balance and health to the living. Without her experiences in
working alongside the deceased, her concept would not have been fully
developed.
In Death: Awakening to Life, the
journey Christine will lead you through is one you will never forget;
hopefully, the accounts will inspire you to start asking questions about your
own views of the world and your place in it. The proof we've all been seeking
for what really exists after death is here in this book. Once it's realized,
the possibilities for healing and living can also be fully grasped. Christine
reminds us that we have a responsibility to live our lives to their fullest
potentials, and she presents the wisdom that can help us do it.
This book is a gift that we've
all been waiting for. Go on, don't wait any longer. Find yourself, find your
health, and find your truth.
Excerpt:
“Sir, your wife
is having a heart attack,” I heard the nurse say over the phone’s speaker. Even
with the nurse stating this as a fact, it had not occurred to me this was the
moment Joseph had been relentlessly studying for. I was experiencing sudden
cardiac death; a fatal heart attack causing extensive heart damage! In fact,
Joseph knew the symptoms pointed to the kind of heart attack that only about
six percent of the population survives.
With this
awareness, my confused, agitated, knowledgeable husband did not seem to be able
to hold the rest of his thoughts together. “You can’t go to sleep,” he pointed
out, aggressively. “The biggest reason people die from heart attacks is because
they go to sleep instead of going to the doctor!”
Joseph picked up
the motel’s phone again to call the hospital for an ambulance. Unable to focus
on the address where we were staying, or even the motel’s name, he dropped the
phone into its cradle, deciding it would be quicker to drive me down the street
to the emergency room. He knew exactly where it was, after all, Joey and Johnny
were both born there.
I was topless. I
had taken off my clothes, thinking it would reduce my back pain. After he
helped me into my pajamas, he told me to wait while he went to fill Mary
[mother-in-law] in on the situation.
Suddenly, things
seemed to be so normal to me. All the commotion of feeling sick left me, and so
did the pain. I felt very childlike. I remembered seeing my world this way when
I was very young, before I was capable of purposely moving a single muscle.
What a strange thing to remember, I thought. To have this feeling and be able
to walk instead of only attempt to move, as I did when I was a baby, fascinated
me. I began to think, I must be dreaming. I watched myself put my shoes on to
leave the room. At this point, I was not even real to myself anymore…
… I walked
outside, my senses super sharp. This was ironic, considering I was now going on
hours of my body having experienced reduced oxygen, including thirty-five
minutes during which my body was severely deprived. I saw my son Joey’s face.
He had that blank expression that goes along with a fight or flight observation
before the brain processes what is before it. Mary stood in the door, grasping
her cane, full of responsibility as Joseph gave her directions.
As for me, I
felt like dancing. I had lost all concentration on anything other than my feet.
I could feel a physical distance between my sight and my body, as though I was
in two places at the same time, all while logically knowing I was still
observing my own feet. The separation of my senses from my body became more
apparent as I watched my eyes travel to gain a microscopic view, leaving my
body behind.
Suddenly, I
could see the asphalts’ atomic make-up with clarity. Even the space between the
atoms was obvious. I was further distracted by my contemplation, viewing the
pavement as if I was present for its life journey—when it was first poured, all
its repairs and resurfacing—when a loud noise brought me back into reality.
The loud noise
was my husband yelling. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be walking around!”
My thought: He’s
angry that I’m having a heart attack. I looked up to see if I could see the
stars, only to realize from the glow of the overhead lights that my astigmatism
was now blocking my microscopic view. Only a moment earlier, I had experienced
this microscopic view with fascination. I was confused as to why it was now
gone.
He ordered me to
get in the van as he jumped into the driver’s seat. I wondered why he was so
focused on himself all the time. After all, if I was the one having the heart
attack, why had he taken the time to smoke and talk to his mom? And why had he
not helped me get into the van instead of yelling at me? And why was he being
so impatient when I wanted to dance? On and on thoughts rambled in my head
until we reached the first light.
I lost sight again. Without turning to him, I
said, “The pain, it’s coming again.” I wished I had brought the trashcan with
me. How did I not think to bring it? I was trained to be overly responsible,
deeply ingrained with the need to always be prepared. This time, I had failed.
Instead of
throwing up, I died.
About
the Author:
Diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis
age 30. – GONE!
Heart attack, age 37. No oxygen
flowing through the body for 45 minutes. – DIED!
Revived, but professionals
declared she would live in a vegetative state. NO WAY!
Christine Contini is a living
miracle. After a massive heart attack left her without hope of recovery, the
doctors informed her family that she would live the remainder of her life in a
vegetative state.
The medical professionals are
still baffled as to how Christine not only defied death, but came back to full
consciousness and was able to work her own way back to her divine health.
Through her own pursuit of studies, she also completely freed herself from
multiple sclerosis.
Christine was raised Catholic and
had no previous knowledge of the esoteric world. However, during the heart
attack, Christine had a Near-Death Experience (NDE) which gave her access to
the understanding of how energy works. The knowledge she received was
unparalleled in her daily existence. As a result, her ability to assist others
in healing both the energetic patterns and physical ailments that had often
challenged them for years was first born.
Christine is a healer, a speaker,
a teacher, and the author of Death – Awakening to Life (the first of three
books) in which she shares her amazing story and the knowledge she received
after returning from beyond the veil. She leads “The STUDY”– groups for people
who want to take their understanding of how to heal themselves far beyond the
book; and she offers 5-day, 2-week, and 30-day programs for people who want to
go deeper in their own personal process to create real and lasting change.
Website www.ChristineContini.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/cc011471
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