NJ Author, Psychotherapist Blasts Her Way Out of Spiritual Closet, Ignites Shift in Mainstream Thinking, Illuminates Bridge Between Scientific and Spiritual
Dr. Catherine P. Perry, M.Ed, DD empowers people to come out of the closet about their metaphysical experiences in her book Courageous Wake. Dr. Perry asserts that paranormal phenomena are integral in shaping humans. Her first-hand experience constructs a compelling case that God, spirits, and angels communicate with people. The book paves the way for society to re-define “normal” and to banish fears of going against the mainstream.
Paramus, N J (PRWEB), March 21, 2010—Author Dr. Catherine P. Perry, M.Ed, DD, in her book Courageous Wake, compels western science to accept “psychic” and “paranormal” phenomena as natural and integral in shaping humans.
The author validates people who fear being labeled “crazy” in relation in to their spiritual experiences. Courageous Wake chronicles the author’s first-hand communications with God, angels, and spirits. The book is powerful testimony linking self-development and healing to the human connection with God.
Interview on New Realities TV, hosted by Alan Steinfeld.
Topic: Dr. Catherine's shift from psychotherapist to intuitive spiritual healer chronicled in her book Courageous Wake:
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A fun, easy read, Courageous Wake brings us along the author’s compelling and, at times hilarious, journey out of what she coined "the spiritual closet."
Dr. Perry pulls back the curtain on the covert operation going on inside her so-called conventional psychotherapy practice. "It was like one of those Mafia-owned funeral parlors in Brooklyn," Perry jokes. Secretly, she used her psychic abilities and powerful metaphysical healing gifts to help her clients...
...that is, until a bizarre chain of events catapulted her into an archeological dig; there, she performed an autopsy of her past. Spiritual Guidance and her keen intuition revealed her true identity and solved the mysteries that kept her in fear of being known as a spiritual healer, psychic, and mystic - one who receives and transmits direct communication from God, angels, and other metaphysical entities.
This empowering story demonstrates the potential in all humans to grow beyond old childhood perceptions and social conditioning. The book is powerful testimony linking self-development and healing with the human connection to God.
DR. CATHERINE P. PERRY, M.ED, DD
Authors Note: "This irresistible story is an elixir for the searching soul, an accelerator of personal growth, and a call to action for people to come out of whatever closets they are hiding in." Enjoy, Dr. Catherine P, Perry
"Revealing, Insightful, Inspiring...Courageous Wake is...
... a revealing look at a one
woman's journey to enlightenment. That being said, it is also the story
of a child's search for her real self in the face of extremely
difficult circumstances. There are so many revelations -- so many
layers to the story that you will want to read it again and again! We
are given an understanding of what it means for us to really awaken to
our real talents, our deepest nature and our soaring dreams! I can
recommend "Courageous Wake" to anyone wishing either to explore their
own potential or to simply enjoy someone else's journey. "
~Dr. Carmel-Ann Mania, D.C., Co-Author of Being Well Within
"Top notch writer!"
~Sean Patrick Simpson, Co-Author of Adventures in Manifesting: Health and Happiness
"...her personal journey is inspiring and insightful. Catherine includes a bit of humor to keep you turning the pages. Definitely a great read!”
~Betty Ann Alter
"Inspiring...Catherine Perry is a pioneer and true leader in self-healing..."
~Dr. A. Regal, DD, CHt
Courageous Wake Book Excerpt
I Am Woman Dream
Before going to sleep, I asked the spirits who work through John of God to help me. I asked the spirits to assist me to heal myself emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
I was not sick, per se; however, with all of the nightmares showing up, I thought I must be in need of some kind of emotional or spiritual cleansing, so I asked and then went into a deep sleep.
I fully expected to dream. I was open to whatever showed up.
I awakened in what I thought was the middle of the night. I opened one eye, turned my head, and noticed that the clock read 7:15. The dream occurred in the morning just before I woke up:
I was on a mission, a dangerous one. I was on a team of specialists who were involved in a combination military-space operation. My team members and I were well trained in various areas—combat, gymnastics, survival, skydiving, scuba diving, emergency medical techniques, telepathic transmission and reception of thought, cheerleading, and singing. We were a talented group, the best of the best of the best.
We were six in total and, while we had planned out our mission very carefully and stocked up on all essential supplies, we were aware of the impending danger—there were many unknowns on the journey. We collectively acknowledged each other with glances of understanding. We knew there was danger, and we struggled to hide our fear.
I felt the undercurrent of the fear amid the group’s lighthearted banter and joke telling. While we had a common bond, I, the only female among us, suspected that I might not be respected or fully accepted by the others. I was aware of the patriarchal underpinnings of my religion, my culture, and my family. I had a clear memory of all the times I wasn’t taken seriously—because I was female. I wanted to express myself in a way that matched who I was, regardless of what the others would think, say, or do. I knew I had to speak up, not only for me but also for other women. I asked myself, “Am I ready to be the leader?” and “Am I ready to stop giving my power away to others? To men? To my father?”
Upon noticing my urge for self-expression, I went into a flashback of scenes from my childhood and teen years, receiving harsh verbal scrutiny, physical abuse, and sexual persecution in the moments of expressing myself authentically. I secretly cringed at the thought of my past. When the flashback was over, I fumbled around with the equipment to distract the others from seeing my emotional discomfort.
Our vehicle was like the Hummer used by our U.S. military, except it had futuristic contraptions for space travel, transforming itself, shape-shifting, multidimensional travel, bi-locating, time travel, underwater excursions, etc.
A massive African American man was driving. I was next to him on the passenger side. Behind us were four men. Two were large Caucasian guys. One was really big, had reddish frizzy hair, puffy pink cheeks, and looked like a blown-up version of Larry from The Three Stooges. The other one had no distinct features, other than tallness. The third team member was Middle-Eastern, not anyone I recognized, and the fourth soldier was a peaceful, Gandhi-looking man. Actually, the fourth man was in fact the actor Ben Kingsley dressed up as Gandhi, right out of the movie.
I was conflicted. It was hard for me to discern which conflict was worse, continuing on the dangerous yet necessary mission or expressing myself honestly (by “honestly” I mean without trying to be politically correct, without holding back for fear of offending someone, or, worse, receiving harsh criticism, judgment, physical punishment, or complete rejection.) Hello to my childhood
In my dream, I became more and more aware of my childhood concerns than I ever had been in an awakened state. In waking time, especially in therapy, I had been logical about my experiences. In the dream, I felt my emotions intensely, and my awareness was clearer. I could see into my denial file—that place where I’d hidden much of the past. It was as if a light shone on my consciousness. I could see so much more in my dream.
One of the military leaders waved us off, and we moved into the next, more serious, mysterious, and potentially dangerous part of our mission. I had no idea what the mission was exactly. It was as if we were making it up as we went along, but there was a knowing of some sort. I tuned in to my teammates’ thoughts, and I heard this: “There is a plan. We know there is a plan, but we can’t remember what it is.”
Despite the vagueness of the mission, something compelled us to keep going.
I thought about who was leading our group. I sensed that sitting in the passenger seat might not be my appropriate position. I felt an urge. It built up inside me. I heard these words:
A feeling of urgency festered in my gut, and I asked myself, “I am?” I wondered if those were my thoughts or if I was picking up on someone else’s.
“I am what?” I asked myself. “I am who?”
The rest of it came rushing out of my mouth. I could no longer contain it. As I write, I feel the same unease as in the dream—driving into the void, both literally as in the military operation, and emotionally in risking potentially dangerous reactions from my teammates as I express myself. A flash of my recurring childhood dream comes to mind. The clinging-to-a-metal-sphere-in-the-middle-of-space dream! The fear!
I thought I could stop it by taking a sip—or maybe a gulp—of my Aquafina bottled water, but I realized nothing would or could suppress it any longer.
It blasted out of my mouth. “I am woman!” Yes! I was singing the Helen Reddy song from the 1970s. One by one, the men in the vehicle joined me, and they knew all of the words. I was surprised. I gained confidence, and I felt acknowledged, supported, and appreciated. Most of all, I felt we were equals in the deepest part of me as well as in our collective mind.
We sang beautifully together, as if we had practiced for weeks. The loudest and most enthusiastic one was the blown-up Larry from The Three Stooges. He took on a choir-leader role and raised both hands to guide us in the finale. He telepathically ordered harmony parts to the appropriate singers. He looked into the eyes of each man. The men instantly hit the
precise notes that brought the perfect blend of sounds.
We sang about wisdom, and we sang about pain. We sang together about strength and about how nothing could stop us from doing or being what we wanted to be. We sang in gratitude for the lessons we had learned. We sang in understanding that all of our suffering had a purpose. We sang in realization that we are equal, unified, and powerful beyond measure.
I took over the lead. “—Strong!”
The men echoed, “Strong!”
I sang, “—In-vin-ci-ble.”
They followed, “In-vin-ci-ble.”
The big rosy-cheeked guy had tears rolling down his face.
We finished all together, “I am woman-n-n-n!”
I Am Woman
Words by Helen Reddy
Music by Ray Burton
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