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Seven Years of Surrender is the story of a fateful event that turned Cassandra's life upside down and forced her to re-evaluate everything she held dear, everything she had been taught to believe, and her reasons for being alive. When Cassandra was 31 years old she fell victim to a neurotoxic poisoning that took her mobility away from her and left her bedridden for seven straight years. Everyone eventually feels the sting of tragedy, pain, heartache, loss. It's what they learn from it that makes all the difference. Cassandra is one of the world's most detailed evidential mediums. Despite being psychic, she too has known what heartache and loss feels like firsthand.
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Seven Years of Surrender is the story of a fateful event that turned Cassandra's life upside down and forced her to re-evaluate everything she held dear, everything she had been taught to believe, and her reasons for being alive. When Cassandra was 31 years old she fell victim to a neurotoxic poisoning that took her mobility away from her and left her bedridden for seven straight years. Everyone eventually feels the sting of tragedy, pain, heartache, loss. It's what they learn from it that makes all the difference. Cassandra is one of the world's most detailed evidential mediums. Despite being psychic, she too has known what heartache and loss feels like firsthand.
Journey with her through this inspiring true story and you too may discover that nothing is impossible. This is the beginning of her Journey Series of books.
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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?
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