Imagine seeing Spirits or spontaneously speaking indigenous Brazilian rainforest languages. Janet Mayer, a psychic medium does just that. In Spirits...They Are Present, she opens the door to her private life in order to share her compelling, fearful and at times humorous journey. Not only will this help eliminate your fear of death, but Janet presents cases in which departed loved ones offer peace and comfort to those who are left behind. Janet Mayer is a psychic medium who resides in St. Louis, Missouri. Her abilities have been tested through scientific procedures at the Human Energy Systems Laboratory. She holds a Certificate of Proficiency for the Forever Family Foundation since its inception and is on their Medium Advisory Board. In addition, she has worked diligently to validate indigenous Brazilian Rainforest languages she began spontaneously speaking during Holotropic Breathwork (TM). Janet is a two time cancer survivor who considers herself blessed. Spirits ... They Are Present By Janet Mayer AuthorHouse Copyright © 2011 Janet Mayer LLC All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4567-4377-2 Contents Prologue..........................................................................ixThe Visions.......................................................................3Heaven & Hell.....................................................................13The Prodigious Breathwork.........................................................27The Journey.......................................................................37Crossing Paths....................................................................49Sacred Earth......................................................................571. Be Earth-Honoring..............................................................652. Fulnio.........................................................................693. The Eagle and the Condor.......................................................734. Ritual and Ceremony............................................................775. The Poem.......................................................................81~ Prayer for the Dead.............................................................856. Release the Messages...........................................................877. The Bleedy Tape................................................................918. Words of a Shaman..............................................................93Patience at Work..................................................................97A Push from the Other Side........................................................101Discoveries.......................................................................113Our Children Who See..............................................................159Our "Other" Children..............................................................175This Life Adventure Continues.....................................................185Acknowledgements..................................................................207Informational Websites............................................................211 Chapter One The Visions To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first. William Shakespeare At age five I was like any little kid on the block. I watched cartoons, had tea parties with my stuffed animals, played with dolls, did somersaults under the sweet gum tree and tried to do anything my older sisters did, unless it included dirt or being barefoot. After all, the one time I ran around in the grass without my shoes on enjoying the texture of the summer blades, I stepped on a bee. It stung me right between the toes and that was the end of going barefoot. Yet one night, my life was irreversibly changed forever. I awoke startled in the middle of the night to see my dad leaning against the door frame of the entrance to my bedroom. This normally wasn't anything extraordinary since Mom and even Dad tucked my sisters and I in every night. However this night was quite different. I had already been tucked in hours beforehand. Now my dad was once again standing in the doorway and I could literally see through him. His complete form took up most of the doorway and yet I could see the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi that hung on the wall behind him, as well as the harvest gold phone next to it. I knew that this wasn't right and yet couldn't understand how I could so clearly see the side of his face and print of his pajamas, yet see past him. My five year old mind had a tough time solving this illusion before me. How can someone look transparent and yet opaque? I must have made a sound because he suddenly shifted. He lifted his head from where it was resting on his arms against the doorframe and looked right at me. I saw his face and glanced up to his eyes. The power of his stare was so intense, I screamed. Fear turned my vocal cords so tight that I wondered if I woke up half of the neighborhood. My