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The Pre-Birth Plan of The Fonz

29 Apr

Recently, I had the opportunity to hear Henry Winkler speak. For those unfamiliar with the name, Winkler played Arthur Fonzarelli (aka “The Fonz”) in the popular television show Happy Days, which was on the air here in the U.S. in the 1970s and 80s. Since then Winkler has gone on to star in, direct, and produce a variety of successful television shows and films.

Winkler spoke poignantly of his academic struggles early in life, when dyslexia made it difficult for him to learn. His parents, German immigrants, repeatedly called him dummer hund (dumb dog). Not surprisingly, he grew up believing he was stupid.

Although he’s experienced extraordinary success in television and film, Winkler said that his greatest accomplishment is a series of best-selling children’s books about Hank Zipzer, a fictional boy who also has dyslexia. With titles like Everybody is Somebody, the books have inspired countless children to believe in and value themselves and countless parents to believe in and value their children – regardless of their level of academic success.

As I listened to Winkler speak, it became clear to me that he had beautifully and magnificently fulfilled his pre-birth plan. Before we are born, each of us chooses a mission, some area of life on Earth that is important to us and in which we want to make a positive impact. I envisioned Winkler in his pre-birth planning session telling his guides, “I want to empower children who have learning disabilities. I want to help these children – and all children – know their inherent worth. And I want to help their parents know it, too.”

Having selected that mission, Winkler would then have planned to enter the very vibration he so wanted to change. Service to others – which is part of literally every pre-birth plan I have ever examined – is particularly powerful when we ourselves enter and experience a certain vibration and then transform it from within. I could hear Winkler’s guides saying, “One possibility is for you to have dyslexia and parents who shame you for it. If you can rise above the vibration of shame and come to know your worth, you will then offer that higher vibration, that wisdom, to others.”

At that point, Winkler would have gone to the two souls he wanted to be his parents and asked them to be part of his plan. “I want to empower and uplift children who have learning disabilities and their parents. I choose to experience dyslexia, as it will give me the opportunity and motivation to accomplish my mission. I ask that you shame me as a child for my inability to learn. My intention is to rise above the shame, heal it within myself, and then find an inspiring way to offer such healing and upliftment to others.”

The two souls approached by Winkler would likely be souls with whom he had shared many incarnations and with whom there was already great love. I could hear them responding, “Though it will be difficult for us, out of our great love for you we will play this role. We will speak the words that will drive you within, where you will discover your value as an expression of the Divine. We love you, and we agree to play the role you have requested.”

Winkler ended his talk by saying, “Thank you for listening to me, because my parents never did.” I suspect that his very natural and understandable human perspective will be replaced by a very different one when he returns to the other side and remembers just how well his parents did listen to him.

Remembering Your Life Plan

1 Mar

I’d like to share with you a beautiful and inspiring email I received recently from An, who came into a Knowing of one aspect of her pre-birth plan. An writes:

“Hi Robert, I have read both your books, and and your writings have truly resonated deep within my soul. I was drawn and guided to your work after a near death experience in May of 2014. It was such a strange experience, and I am still healing from it now.

“To give you a brief account, I was riding my bike and making a right turn at a very busy intersection in Montreal when I was run over by the four back wheels of an eighteen-wheeler carrying a 1-ton crane. Right when it was all happening I felt strangely calm. I knew it was unavoidable and relaxed into it (rather than tensing up, which would have killed me) and also invoked an emergency Reiki symbol that called in the energies of angels and ascendant masters to help me. I am an energy healer and very spiritual so I definitely had the tools to deal with this!

“After getting run over I never lost consciousness but instead stayed with the pain, meditating into it while everyone around me panicked, to the point that during the ride in the ambulance, I had to tell the paramedic watching over me to calm down. He was yelling my name to keep me “awake” because I had my eyes shut in meditation. I opened my eyes and told him to “please be quiet” as I was meditating and I squeezed his hand to let him know I was okay. I only lost consciousness when I reached the ER when they injected me with ketamine.

“When I finally woke up a day and a half later, after an 11-hour operation where I had 40 Reiki masters from around the world giving me distance Reiki, the first thing I felt (and it was such a deep knowing) was that I had planned it all. So many strange details about my accident make me certain that this was planned and that this accident was much bigger than me on so many levels.

“My recovery was miraculous to say the least… basically after 4 operations, I escaped with no spinal, organ or brain damage! They also told me they weren’t sure when I would walk again, but I began walking after 3 weeks. They told me I would be in the hospital for 6 months, but I was discharged to a convalescence after 5 weeks. I continued rehab at a special hospital but was able to go home only three months after the accident. I had a physiotherapist look at my x-rays and marvel at how strange it was that despite the weight of the truck that should have shattered my bones, only the outer bones were broken, as if something had protected the inner parts from being damaged. I had another physiotherapist who had been working for 40 years tell me that I was the most miraculous case he had ever worked on.

“The accident itself was extremely public, it occurred at one of the busiest intersections in downtown Montreal. And that day was also very different in that there was an event/protest happening, so the streets were full of people, including media, police and first response (so that the reaction after my accident was instantaneous). (A bizarre side note: one of my friends was three cars ahead of the accident in his own car and saw it happening and only realized it was me when he saw it on the news, I then ended up in the same rehab facility as his grandma, so he was able to visit us both at the same time lol). I also locked eyes with the police officer that came to my aid right before and as it was happening. I think the hardest part for me was seeing the terror and trauma in everyone as it was happening. I weirdly felt so much sadness in my heart feeling all that pain.

“Eventually though, I realized that everyone who was supposed to be there and the trauma we all experience was a part of a healing on a bigger scale.

“After the accident there was a lot of media coverage about bicycle safety and there was another protest planned on my behalf in solidarity for me at the site of the accident. A group of cyclists even staged a “die-in.” I was very touched, to say the least.

“I feel deeply that this accident was beyond me and happened not just for me to learn and grow as a soul, but was also meant as a huge activation and paradigm shift for everyone involved and the collective as a whole.”

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Thank you, An, for sharing your poignant story with me and the readers of this newsletter.

I’m often asked, “How can I know if I planned a particular experience before I was born?” As A Course in Miracles tells us, “perception requires the right instrument.” Trying to perceive spiritual truths with the mind is like trying to perceive weight with a thermometer or temperature with a bathroom scale: it’s the wrong instrument. What is the right instrument? The heart. Simply, and as An shows us so beautifully, the heart.