The RAM is well known for instant healings of the body, and for almost any other kind of instant manifestation. The fol-lowing story is classic in that vein.
The scene is an elevator in one of the large, luxurious ho-tels where an intensive had just been completed. Ramtha was still controlling the body of JZ as he and the attendant party stepped into the elevator. A man unfamiliar with the RAM was already standing inside. The man appeared both perplexed and agitated.
“How are you, master?” inquired the RAM, leaning for-ward and peering intently into the stranger’s eyes.
The stranger stepped back quickly and nervously, saying he had lost his friend, and did not know what floor he was on.
While the elevator button was being pushed, the RAM leaned close to the man again.
“You wish to see your friend? So be it!”
The elevator quickly picked up speed, shooting upward, then stopped abruptly. One of the members of the party said,
“that’s not our floor. No one pressed the button for that floor.”
The elevator door slid open, revealing a well dressed, also perplexed man.
“That’s him! That’s him!” The man in the elevator shout-ed, pointing a finger excitedly at the man. He quickly grabbed the edge of the elevator door to hold it open while he happily got out to join his friend.
Peals of laughter filled the air, as everyone in the party, in-cluding the RAM, enjoyed the stranger’s amazement. The ele-vator rose rapidly once more, stopping at the ‘right floor’ two times in a row, raising not only the elevator car, but the spirits of all aboard, too.
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ASCENSION
Anne tells her own story.
The morning sun will soon rise over the sparkling waters of Puget Sound lying serenely outside my door. The silence of the early morning floated peacefully about me as my two German Shepherds run through the misty fields of this wondrous place.
My life has become magical – every aspect of it exciting and ful-filling.
Inconceivably, just nine short years ago I lived in the very bowels of hell, and had lived there most of my life. Then I met Ramtha and began the ascent into heaven that my life has now become.
My life story is the true account of a dangerously violent drug addict. For over a quarter century I hated the world and all in it, especially myself. I committed almost every “sin” known to man. I didn’t want or expect to live very long. Physically and mentally I hurt many people, those who loved me and many who did not; all feared me.
Surely I was a youngster once, but never was I truly a child in this life. My mother says as soon as I could talk I was fasci-nated with Africa, and wanted to go there. And I wanted a black panther for a pet. And one night at the dinner table, when I was seven, a strange and frightening feeling came over me. Excusing myself from the table, I proceeded to play the baby grand as if I were in a trance, as though a protégé of Chopin’s. Actually, I was on the beginner’s book. Now I know the strange desires and occurrences during my childhood were soul remembrances of other times and places.
From the beginning, I felt the sorrows and sufferings of this world. Perhaps I felt the sadness ahead for me. My hurt for mankind’s plight was real. Not many years later, I discovered a way to deaden the hurts I felt so personally. The deadening came with drugs.
To this day I cannot recall many happy memories from childhood. In fact, no true happiness until meeting Ramtha nine years ago, when I began my journey to freedom. Freedom from myself, for truly, I “wandered forty years in the wilderness.”
I was the product of a broken home and an abusive, alco-holic mother. I was raped by four men at the age of thirteen; a drug addict and prostitute by sixteen; by age seventeen I met and married an infamous underworld character who was deported from the United States. At eighteen I became a fashion model, and could have gone to the top had I desired it enough.
Immense wealth was mine by age nineteen, and social heights by twenty, through associations with top politicians and the so-called upper crust of society, including a Senator who lat-er became President of the United States. Through all of this, and more, I was involved with the underworld, always maintain-ing a double lifestyle. For five years I was protected from the law by a high state official paid off by my multimillionaire sug-ar-daddy.
There were countless hospital stays from age eighteen on, including time spent in a Federal hospital for addicts. Due to a ruthless beating when I was twenty-six, I was paralyzed and crippled for over two years. Three times I have been clinically dead, and at death’s door many times, often by my own hand. I shot and almost killed the only man I ever loved, my husband of sixteen years. Five years ago he burned himself to death in the living room of our home.
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and heartache of my first forty years stemmed from the fact that I found nothing that made sense. Why the hurt? What was life for and about? Why suffer through it just to grow old and die? It seemed so futile. Yet in my innermost being, I sensed there was an answer – somewhere. There had to be.
As miraculous recoveries and events accrued, I became convinced that there was a Supreme Being; there was a reason I was being kept in this confused and unhappy place. Who or where this Being was seemed beyond my reach and comprehen-sion. I couldn’t accept the church’s judgmental God. Religions made no sense, nor did they provide answers. There had to be more to my life than enslavement through fear and guilt. That just didn’t fit in with the feelings I had about God when I was a child. I loved God. It was something inside of me, ever a long-ing within.
As the traumatic years wore on, my desire to KNOW be-came the focal point of my existence. Not only did I desire it, I HAD TO KNOW. Thirteen years ago I suddenly began to feel everything that was going to happen to myself and my close friends. I had no idea where this information was coming from.
I began studying metaphysics. Many doors opened. In 1979 my life was uplifted. I met Ramtha.
This incredible Master told me that mastership, indeed, I would have; that what he sees I was yet to see; that I was a war-rior and General of his army. He said many wonderful things to me that day, which I will share in my autobiography, appropri-ately entitled “Ascension.”
Then the following ten weeks I was literally SHOWN.
Over the next three years this wonderful teacher supplied me with the knowledge I so desperately needed to find MYSELF.
In doing so, I found God at long last. It enabled me to turn my life around. There are no questions left unanswered.
Since it takes the living and experiencing of anything to re-ally KNOW, it took me eight years of heavy, and sometimes harsh experience and learning, a peeling away, as it were, of atti-tudes that kept me enslaved, to at last KNOW exactly who, what, and why I AM.
What I have learned is what Jesus taught, that I need follow no one except the Father who lived within me. ALL answers are WITHIN. He openly proclaimed that we are all “Sons of God”.
“What I have done, you can do also, and even greater things.”
“The Kingdom of Heaven is within you.” It is the same message that Ramtha has taught – “Behold God.”
In writing my autobiography, it was not pleasant to relive the darkest moments of my life; baring my soul to the world; re-vealing deep sordid secrets, knowing there will be those who judge me. But that does not matter. What’s important is that I share my story to offer hope to those bogged down in the murk and mire of a life such as mine. There are many.
To those I say, you too can change your life. It begins with the desire and the willingness to ALLOW the changes. The life of insanity lived in my yesterdays was worth every moment. It brought me my present understanding. Today, I KNOW there is NO THING to fear on this or any other plane, NOTHING I can-not conquer and NO MAN I cancan-not love.
All things have a purpose and are for our soul’s learning and evolvement. It is a truth that God the Father judges no one and no thing. It is we that must forgive ourselves and come into our Kingdom. This truth has set me FREE.