Angel of Auschwitz (2 page)

T
HE LIFE STORY OF
Natasza Pelinski, child of the Holocaust, has been offered in grace to the peoples of the Earth. It offers to humanity the opportunity to heal from the scars of oppression and persecution throughout history.

You are now invited to place the light of your awareness on these pages before you. You are being called to participate in a collective healing for humankind. You can claim your power and accept this invitation to forgive the past and birth a new world. The fire of your consciousness can burn up the imprint of trauma, freeing humanity to bring in more Light.

A
S YOU READ THE
pages before you, open your mind to new ways of seeing. Allow the story of Natasza to take you on a journey of self-transformation. These writings contain keys to unlock doorways to healing for those whose hearts have been yearning to be free. This book speaks to your soul in a language that transcends thought.

Take time to reflect on the messages, images, and teachings. As each one of you moves through your individual healing process, the whole of the collective consciousness is uplifted. As you focus your attention on sending light to Auschwitz, expand your vision to include the wounds of oppression and victimization suffered by all races and religions throughout history—Native Americans, Tibetans, slaves from Africa, the people of Rwanda and Darfur, the Kurds of Iraq, and others. Call forth your intention, envision each people and nation, and send them light. Hold them in your heart and envelop them in a field of healing love.

Natasza represents the unsung heroes and heroines of all time: everyone who has stood up for truth and freedom, who has dared to confront the forces of oppression.

Your light is needed. Let us light the way forward for humanity. Join with readers around the world to birth the new consciousness upon our blessed planet Earth.

T
HE UNFOLDING OF THIS
story began with a past-life regression. I was seeking to heal physical and emotional afflictions that appeared to have originated from traumas endured during a previous lifetime. To my amazement, I was able to remember my life as Natasza at Auschwitz with depth of feeling and vivid recall. This therapy session became the catalyst that unlocked the floodgates of my soul memory. As I began to record the details of Natasza’s life adventure, the writing of
Angel of Auschwitz
was initiated.

Carrying forth these memories from one lifetime to the next was part of the plan for my present life. My psyche has been impregnated with Natasza’s feelings and desires. I was born with the gifts of hands-on healing and clairvoyance, and I am continuing on with her mission, bringing light to the Earth and ministering compassion as a path of planetary healing. I was born feeling her pain and her struggle, and with illnesses similar to those known at Auschwitz. As I pursued a path of self-healing, I have come to grips with the causes of human suffering and have learned that spiritual freedom is discovered in the silence of one’s heart and is independent of the circumstances of the world.

As my gifts of inner sight developed, I began to realize that I had not been writing
Angel of Auschwitz
alone. All along, the Masters of Light had been sending thoughts and visual images into my mind. Without fully understanding the deep meaning of their communications, I intuitively trusted the integrity of the information received. The messages They have presented to me are addressed to the needs of humanity and do not necessarily represent my personal views or beliefs. It is my responsibility to remain in a state of neutrality, free from opinions or assumptions, while bringing forth knowledge from the higher realms. Channeling is not a completely accurate process. Whether the source
is soul memory or spirit guidance, an interpretive process is involved because it comes through the brain and mental filters of the receiver as it is translated into words.

Interwoven with guidance from the Masters is inspiration from my soul and God Self. The words emanate a transmission of Light that can raise consciousness.

As the writing progressed, I established telepathic conduits that connected me with the souls of other victims who had died during the Holocaust. I was able to access knowledge that would complete the picture for areas where Natasza lacked direct experience. I have not done outside research on the Holocaust. Nor have family members or survivors ever discussed this subject with me. My purpose has been to demonstrate the authority of “inner knowing.”

The value of this book lies in the wisdom and lessons learned. It is not intended to present a historical account. The story of Natasza conveys the spirit and feeling of each character and event. I cannot guarantee the hundred-percent veracity of every name, place, date, and fact. As you resonate with the vibration of Truth, you will be able to discern what is true for yourself. Trust your own inner knowing. It is your greatest ally.

The light of your consciousness can contribute to the healing of the world. You are being called to assist in releasing the pain of past human suffering, which is being held in the collective unconscious of humanity. By reading these pages with the intention that healing take place, you are adding your light to the collective psyche of many thousands of readers participating in the process of spiritual transformation. Trust that your intention will work for you even if you do not fully understand it. Do not underestimate the power of focused group intention to change our world.

Intention is a power of mind propelled by the force of will. Our intention directs currents of thought-substance and creation energy to manifest what we envision and desire. By bringing light into the darkness, we
serve as alchemists, transforming negative into positive. Let us shine the light of our consciousness into all enclaves of evil in the world and into the shadow side of ourselves.

History continues to repeat itself until races, nations, and peoples release their attachments to the past and resolve their anger and grief, their guilt and their shame. We can heal the wounds of time by living in the heart in a state of unconditional love, by forgiving ourselves and our transgressors, and by learning our lessons, both individually and as a society. As we heal the past, we are clearing the way for the birth of a new consciousness.

The power of love is the source of miracles. Evil is redeemed by love, and darkness is transformed into light. Love has the power to heal because it is the very essence of God. By the grace of your love, the world can be healed.

If it feels right to so do, imagine threads of golden light going from your heart to the hearts of every reader of this book. Imagine a web of hearts linked together, all sending love to the characters you will meet in the story and to all people who have suffered from oppression.

Prepare yourself as you begin to read a graphic portrayal of survival in a Nazi concentration camp. You may find some passages unsettling or disturbing. If you feel distressed by any of the explicit descriptions, pray for healing and take some time alone. Focus your attention on your heart center and immerse your consciousness in that place of stillness within you. Then invite emotions triggered by the reading to come forward and open to experience them fully within that space of inner peace. The divine essence of your being can dissolve any disharmony, and the light of love can help you see with greater clarity.

P
ART
O
NE
My Early Years

P
REPARE YOURSELF TO JOIN
me now for a journey back in time. The past is calling us, beckoning us to travel together along the byways of history. Come with me, and see the forces of destiny at work as a madman’s dream sets Europe on fire. Walk by my side, watch through my eyes, and be witness to the lives of many long forgotten.

I
AM
N
ATASZA
. I
WAS
born in Poland in a village near Kraków the 22nd day of December 1927. It was a time when the blue skies of peace graced our homeland. It was a time of respite between the great wars of our world.

I came to Earth on a mission of service to humanity. I came to be a healer and a minister of love. I came to bring in light when darkness ruled the hearts of mankind.

I was born to Jewish parents. My pure Jewish bloodline sealed my fate.

I
WAS BORN THE THIRD
of six children, with two older brothers, Simon and Abraham, and three younger sisters, Sarah, Alena, and Andrea. A strong bond of love united my family. I was very close to my brothers and sisters.

We were blessed with a secure and comfortable life, free from worry and want, insulated from the cares of the world. I wondered if the gentiles of our village resented us because we prospered while they struggled to put food on the table.

My family celebrated the art of living and reveled in the festivities of our Jewish culture. We appreciated the refinement of taste provided by a classical education. My older brothers spoke Hebrew and studied the Torah. My younger sisters took piano and singing lessons. Little Sarah played Schubert on the piano while my sisters sang in harmony. My mother instructed us in the domestic arts of dressmaking and embroidery.

Our favorite time together as a family was during those long winter evenings when Mother told her stories. She was a master weaver of words into fabrics of tales from long ago. We gathered in the living room and listened in rapt attention to enchanting narratives of myths and legends from the Early Time. Her stories helped us connect with our ancestral roots and Jewish heritage.

Far removed from the maelstrom of impending war, we felt only ripples from the rising tides of troubles in the world, as waves of despair swept across the shorelines of nation after nation. The souls of mankind cried out in the night.

M
Y FATHER
, B
ENJAMIN, WAS
our teacher and protector. We trusted him to look out for our needs, and felt safe and secure in his care.

Father was a kind and gentle man. He wore a curly reddish-brown beard that stood out because he was beginning to bald, even though he was in his mid-thirties. With a gleeful twinkle in his eyes he played outdoor games with us, and he taught us sportsmanship and moral values.

Father lived his life with a compassionate heart. He understood human nature and was ready to forgive. He played the game of life with honor and integrity. The elders of our village respected him, and the younger men looked up to him. He was an example to all that success can come to an honest man.

Father celebrated life. He savored the wine of the present moment, and danced in step with the rhythm of life.

M
Y FIRST MEMORIES ARE
of my dear mother, Nadia. She wore a kerchief tied under her chin that accentuated her chiseled facial features. She was calm and aloof, with a gentle smile.

As a child my sleep was troubled. Many nights I lay awake, tossing and turning in my bed. Feelings of foreboding overtook me. On the far side of the horizon a dark storm was brewing. The sunshine of my childhood would be blotted out by a torrential rain of terror.