Ever since I was a little child, I have had out-of-body experiences. I was living in between physical and non-physical realms. It seems that initially it was a mechanism I used in order to dissociate from the body.

I grew up in a difficult family dynamic and was treated poorly by my parents. Everything about me—my emotions, my body and my expressions—were subject to disapproval, judgment, or punishment. In order to protect myself, I would exit the physical realm of painful sensations and confusion so that I could avoid all the scary emotions and feel safe for a while. On a physical level, this resulted in me often being unable to anchor my consciousness into the world around me. I never perceived objects as real and solid. For example, I would frequently fall down the stairs as a little girl (about 2 years old), because I wasn’t perceiving the world around me as tangible. My body didn’t feel mine and I didn’t know how to navigate it properly.

My sub-reality was ethereal and whimsical, not strange and chaotic like the three-dimensional realm. When I was about three years old, my mom took me to a local park. I particularly loved swinging; it gave me a feeling of freedom. I loved swinging high and, while I was on the swing, I had one of those spontaneous instances where my consciousness detached from my body. I catapulted out of the swing, high into the air and fell on the ground. I was unconscious; my mother thought for a moment that I had died.

I was given vitamin B12 injections to strengthen my nervous system. A few years later, when I was about 8 years old, I started to see Jesus. It was always at my grandparents’ house. I would visit my grandparents during the summer. They lived in a small village, four hours away from my hometown, Krakow, Poland. The visits with Jesus would always happen when I was sitting outside the house, on the stairs and looking at the sky. I would see a giant Jesus face and sometimes a whole body, radiating light and immense love toward me. I was hypnotized and overjoyed every time I was surprised by his visit. These visits were about 30 minutes long. I didn’t want to move or go inside the house. I was overwhelmed with love I had never experienced on earth before.

Sometimes my grandma would call me to come in and eat lunch, but I didn’t want to move away from the source of such protection and unconditional acceptance. When I tried to share my experience with my grandma and show her what I saw, I realized that I was the only one who was able to see and feel Jesus. For my grandma, it was just a sunny summer sky.

Kids at the village would call me a witch, because I could predict if somebody was going to die.

Looking back at these events, I realize I’ve always just wanted to see and understand the bigger picture, the actual, eternal Truth behind the shifting phenomena of life. The agony of everyday existence was overpowering and disproportionately overshadowed the sweet moments I would experience from time to time. I wasn’t afraid to leave this body for good since I was mainly residing outside my physical coordinates anyway. In other words, I had been evicted from my own body—or was merely squatting in it. Yet I couldn't fully cut the silver cord and free myself from the third density.

As a result of these encounters and many near-life or in-between-dimensions experiences, I have become very interested in psychology, meditation, perception, truth and healing. I became a hypnotherapist, hypnosis teacher and an energy healing practitioner, in order to assist others on their journey towards wholeness. I have conducted several thousands of therapy sessions and recently finished writing a book. The book includes some of my supernatural stories, but it’s main aim is to share techniques I used and developed to understand my life and heal the variety of mental and emotional symptoms I was challenged by.