My first childhood memory is of a great secret inside me and the need to share it. I was three years old. I chose to confide in my friend from kindergarten and did so at an intimate moment while we were taking a bubble bath together. Naturally I made her swear by all her dolls that she would not tell anyone my secret and, after she'd promised, I told her that there was a little man in my belly who spoke to me. She said I was a liar and a storyteller. From that moment on, until I enlisted for my compulsory military service duty for Israel, I did not hear the man who had spoken to me. Years passed in the knowledge that I was just like anyone else. Even if there were mystical experiences, I ignored them. I didn't know they were mystical and no one pointed it out to me. The home I grew up in had no spiritual language and the attitude to life was one of response to what was visible, the existing, and the concrete. I enlisted and was posted to the north of the country in an operational capacity. A few months later, the services organized a leisure day for the soldiers on my base. A small area on the shore of the Galilee was cordoned off for this purpose and I was given the task of coordinating it was Honi's devotion to others that finally brought the rain.) I looked up at her and asked why it was necessary for me to know where Honi the Circle-Drawer was buried, and she answered: "Go, be at his grave and you will understand. When you get there, light a candle and ask for what you want." As soon as I had some time off, I went to Honi the Circle-Drawer's grave. I went on foot from the main road up to the woods, where he was supposed to be buried. I looked but couldn't find it. I was tired and disappointed. (In 1989, the cave was not yet renovated and today's familiar large structure did not exist then.) I sat down on a rock to rest, lit a cigarette, and wondered what I should do. As I was sitting there, a short man with a round face and a pleasant smile appeared before me. Approaching, he motioned "follow me" with his head. I followed him. He led me to the grave ave of Honi the Circle-Drawer. There I prayed and made my request. I asked the one who brought the rain to break the drought in my life. I didn't know then that I was different from others. Today I understand that at the time my third eye opened. I saw entities; I encoun-tered figures who spoke to me, telling me words of wisdom and commonsense. I listened with curiosity and interest, never for a moment thinking there was anything different about me, different from others. I did not know that I saw things others didn't. I did not know that I knew how to read things others didn't. I thought everyone thought and knew what I did: this was how human beings were struc-tured. I didn't identify myself as being mystical or having any extraordinary ability. After the visit to Honi the Circle-Drawer's grave, the mystical episodes increased, becoming an integral part of my daily life. One incident I remember in detail took place on a Friday afternoon on my way home from the base. I was waiting for a ride home on a back road where there was not much traffic. As I sat alone on the side of the road, I saw a Native American woman coming toward me. She was dark skinned and wore wide, white garments; her hair was long, white, straight and tangled. I called her the Native American woman because that's how she appeared to me. I was glad to see her because I'd been waiting a long time for a ride. I waited for her to approach, looked up at her and smiled invitingly. She sat down beside me and spoke to me about existence in the universe, about life. She spoke in short sentences that were a little unclear, phrased in riddles, and I asked questions, a lot of questions. I did not receive an answer to every question, but my mind opened up, and I began to think about subjects I'd never thought about before. Subjects like "consciousness" and "light" and "reincarnation." She told me I was an old soul and that I had a destiny and a role to play. It was the first time I'd experienced real meaning to life here. The words destiny and mission gave me a sense that life here on earth has value and that we are not here by chance. She explained the difference between destiny and mission. She said that mission refers to society, while destiny refers to the individual spiritual challenges of each and every soul. When I told her she was familiar to me, she smiled, and said that we had met in a previous life in an ancient Native American tribe.
Freedom, fulfillment, and meaning - The Ten Eternal Laws of Life offers a groundbreaking and contemporary perspective that channels ancient wisdom for the modern age. This book presents a revolutionary approach to the biblical Ten Commandments, deciphering and reinterpreting them for today's world. Using clear and concise language, author and spiritual mentor Dorit Dvora Ben-Dor guides readers on a journey toward a broader understanding of these ancient principles transforming them from traditional commandments into powerful tools for profound personal growth.
DORIT DVORA BEN-DOR is a well-known spiritual consultant in Israel, recognized for her unique and unconventional life path. After completing her BA and MBA, she embarked on a promising career in the capital markets. In her work, Dorit combines her practical psychic abilities with the training and experience she gained in the business world. Through her innovative approach, she teaches The Choice Model, based on the Ten Commandments, using a distinctive and dynamic method. Dorit's workshops are designed to help individuals and groups navigate their personal journeys proactively and with free will, with the ultimate goal of achieving greater personal freedom.
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