The first of a spiritual non-fiction series that promises to be an eye-opening series of revelatory books designed to broaden the reader’s understanding of the soul and the spiritual realm.

Each moment of life is precious beyond measure. How starkly this became evident when renowned psychic medium Cassandra Blizzard found herself caught in the trap of a mysterious, debilitating illness. The inspiring true story about how seven years of tragedy became an epiphany of the soul. Sometimes we must walk through fire before we can truly find ourselves. Seven Years of Surrender is the beginning of Cassandra Blizzard’s series of spiritually enlightening books. Join her in these first stages of an eye-opening journey.

Excerpt:
Like a rotten branch leaving a tree, I fell sideways onto the bathroom floor, wincing at the stark coldness of the terrazzo as it smacked against my shoulder.

You’re dying, the voice whispered. You’re dying, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Scared out of my mind, I made myself sit up. I whimpered, my hands clawing at my chest.

“No,” I squeaked out. “No. God...no.”

I was alone. John wasn’t there to call 911. I needed to get to a hospital. I struggled to move, to stand up. Weakness overcame me and shoved me back to my knees. Cold seeped into my body and made me shiver uncontrollably. The shivers became so violent they shook my jaw and made my teeth clack together.

Determined to stay conscious, I perched on my haunches and propped my back against the tile, using the corner to keep myself from sliding left or right. Dark fingers teased my brain, a dark fog beckoning me to dive in. Dive in and succumb to the welcome relief of unconsciousness. I was struggling to live. Twenty-eight hours after the poison had entered my body, it was now up to the cosmos, or perhaps my own soul, to determine what fate awaited me. Live and suffer, or cross over into euphoria?

FORWARD

This is not a story about how I became psychic. I was born psychic. The truth is, there is no learned technique to what I do. Being psychic is simply a part of me, as natural as breathing. No, this book is not about learning a thing. Rather, this is a book about awakening, new awareness, and new understanding. It’s a tragedy that unfolded into an epiphany that I’ve since lived by with more conviction than I ever had previously. A conviction that I stand by to this day, and will until the day I go into the beyond.

I never “learned” to be psychic. I was born knowing. But knowing doesn’t mean I was always smart enough to listen to my personal intuitive hits, to trust and to follow without question. Learning to trust and follow didn’t come easily. But it would become paramount.

There are times when life comes at us hard and fast, catching even the best of us off guard. None of us can ever truly walk a perfect life. Although I have come to maintain my core balance and to trust my intuition implicitly, I’m like everyone else. I wobble sometimes. And when I wobble, I have to struggle to regain my center of peace. But that center of peace has become more important to me over the years, something I cherish, protect, even guard. Especially after what I’ve been through. Especially after my Seven Years of Surrender.

This is a true story. It could happen to anyone. In the telling of this story, I have changed the names of everyone involved, except, of course, for my own. This is the beginning of the Journey Series, the beginning of true wisdom, which I will share with you in the books that follow. But not here. Not within these pages. These pages will take you through the event that spun my life into oblivion and back again. Into the beginning of knowledge.

To fully understand, you must know where I’ve been, what I’ve experienced. And how hope became an elusive dream.

When intuition is ignored, we become vulnerable to tragic events. As I did….