Information about phone readings by Ruth Berger

2009 was a difficult year for many people who lost their jobs, homes, and savings, and grew fearful and lost hope in their country’s ability to restore itself.

Two years ago I caught the flu and lost much of my memory’s ability to walk, talk and function.

In the nursing home, I had a nurses aide pushing my wheelchair, a therapist teaching me how to use my body and mind with physical exercises, and worked three times a week with a speech therapist who kept telling me how good I was doing. The one part of my brain that improved was my intuitive skills – like a seed planted in the soil, my psychic ability increased ten fold.

The hope they gave me was the greatest gift of all. I didn’t know what I didn’t know, only what others told me - that I would get well.

My intuition filled me with thoughts that the United States would get well. All that was needed was a new type of thinking, to get out of the rut of the despair.

When I was a child, I was afraid of 21 things; ghosts, being alone, dentists, dogs, cats, and rats, etc. that were running wild throughout my neighborhood. My mother was a fearful woman and I took after her.

It wasn’t until I became a teenager and the school pianist that I began to shed some of my fears. The music soothed my soul and I was good at it. Unknowingly I was building my mental mind base.

But it wasn’t until I began studying meditation with a group of people who took me under their wings and taught me how to use my fears to help others and myself.

The main lesson I learned was how to sense whose fears I was taking on, a common problem among sensitive people.