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Why Do People Kill Each Other?
Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller

Why Do People Kill Each Other?

I see another vision of an exploding bomb. Energetically, I pick up everything from my Dad. Even though my five-year-old mind can’t understand the implications of what I’m seeing, the image is distinct. I can’t figure out how to separate the radiation from the water, soil, and the inside of the plants.

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Near Death and Needles
Transformation, Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller Transformation, Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller

Near Death and Needles

The soothing soft rays of light welcome and caress me. I float up a shaft of light and an iridescent opalescent archway appears before me. The light emanating from the other side of the arch is deliciously inviting. A joyful celebration as the beings of light gathers to greet me. I want to enter the light and stay with my beloved friends.

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Spontaneous Kundalini Awakening
Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller

Spontaneous Kundalini Awakening

In the next breath, my entire reality is totally transformed as a luminous bolt of energy shoots up from my tail bone, electrifies my spine, and explodes out the top of my head.

I look up and I see inside my husband’s body. The air is incandescent; colors appear brighter, fuller, having more depth and substance.

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How I became one of the 1st female white-water river guides
Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller

How I became one of the 1st female white-water river guides

River talk, expressions I’ve never heard, places I can’t imagine fill the air. An entire language system describes the hydraulics of ebb and flow of the river that I’m unfamiliar with. Every rapid and sandy beach has a name. Every boulder etched into memory. Words swirl around me, fueling flames of anticipation and fascination.

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Where the River Meets Icebergs and Grizzly Bears
Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller Memoir Dr. Cynthia Miller

Where the River Meets Icebergs and Grizzly Bears

Out of the blue, a massive grizzly pulls up to shore. Grizzly bears move at a speed of twenty-seven to thirty-five miles an hour. Panic sets in. There is no way in hell I can out-row a grizz. The guys dig for the guns, Peggy grabs the dogs and I row for dear life. Interwoven sandbars catch the boat. The grizz stands up on his hind feet, raises his paws up to the sky exposing a nine-foot frame and lets out a husky roar that reverberates throughout the wilderness.

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