Into the Rainbow
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I darted off the bench and went through the entrance of the hotel. There was a man behind an admission desk, and he told me that the tour had already started. However, if I hurried, I could catch up with the group just before they go into the main room. I said, "okay," and paid the admission fee. Then I rushed through the courtyard of the hotel and caught up with the group just when the tour leader was about to open two large wooden doors. The timing was perfect, I thought. When I stepped through the two wooden doors into a small medieval room, I gasped with astonishment. There were the red-canopied beds with the velvet curtains tied back that I had seen in the picture at work. I was speechless and completely overcome with shock. I broke out in a sweat while chills went down my spine. I felt like I had entered the picture, because the room was identical in every way to the medieval drawing. The only thing missing was the Belgium nun. I barely heard what the tour guide was saying about the room. I don't even remember if the tour was in English. All I know is that my body was trembling, and I had to get out of there. I may have been in this room for only a few minutes because I left the group very quickly and went outside. I wandered around the courtyard looking at some of the medieval displays set up in outdoor rooms. It was as though nothing had changed since this place was a hospital for paupers. I kept thinking to myself, "What does this all mean?" "Why was I shown this place and in such an uncanny way?" Here were the Fates trying so hard to get me to go into the hotel, and I kept resisting. They even made that poor woman get stung by a bee and faint knowing that she was allergic to bee stings. It was just a ploy to stall for more time so they could work on me longer. If I had cooperated sooner, that woman would never have gotten stung. I knew I had little time left at this place so I quickly scanned the courtyard and made my way back to the bus. I was still sweating and feeling very shaken for twenty minutes longer. We soon departed for the hospital to pick up the tour guide and the woman who was stung by a bee. The woman was fine after receiving a shot from the doctor. After this incredible experience took place, I tried hard to make some sense out of it. I knew the name of this village was Beaune and the ancient structure was called Hotel-Dieu but neither one of these names evoked any memories in me. Some time later when I shared this story with students in one of my classes, a man said that I was probably the nun in the picture who once worked at Hotel-Dieu. This made sense to me when he said it. If I was once that medieval nun in a past life, then that explains why medieval cathedrals and convents in Europe moved me to tears.
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The extraordinary events and coincidences in a person’s life are really woven together like a tapestry to form a picture that we can’t see until much later in our life. This book gives hope that everything does make sense in the end whether good or bad, familiar or strange, important or trivial. In her witty and down-to-earth way, a professor uses her own journey into the metaphysical world to expand our knowledge of life’s great significance. By trying to make sense of her own strange experiences, she brings together the material and the ethereal worlds and finds their connection. Other books may educate the reader about out-of-body experiences or clairvoyance, but in this book, the author discusses a wide variety of metaphysical experiences that she has beginning with her introduction to auras. Planting the idea firmly in the reader’s mind that auras are natural to the eye and can be viewed easily, she goes on to other areas like coincidences that occur in her travels, things that were meant to happen, and healings that occurred without explanation, all with the purpose of making these things fit an ordinary person’s life.
About the Author
Dr. Fumiko Hosokawa has been a professor at California State University Dominguez Hills in Carson, California since 1972. She teaches in the Sociology Department and the Marriage and Family Therapy and Gerontology Master’s Programs. She is also a psychotherapist in private practice. This book is her first foray into non-academic writing since her earlier publications were in Sociology. Though new to the field of nonfiction prose, she writes with a candor and seriousness that indicates her desire to educate her audience about more than just academic matters. She is also a second generation Japanese American who grew up in Long Beach, California and still lives there, though she travels extensively to attend conferences and workshops. She enjoys camping and collecting international cookbooks.