Passed with Flying Colors

by Cindy Kinjo-Hardart

Overview

This is my second book, and I wanted to write this because so many have asked how I became a healer and when I knew I wanted to be one. I would just simply tell them that I went crazy for three days and lost my mind, and then I was given the gift of healing. But it wasn't that easy. It was pure hell!

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Product Details

ISBN-13:	9798900940311
Publisher:	Expresso Publishing
Publication date:	11/24/2025
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	150
File size:	9 MB

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CHAPTER 1

Childhood

I was born on November 22, 1954, as Cecilia Urbano/ Ritsuko Kinjo. My father Alberto Mendoza Urbano was born of a Filipino mother and an Italian father. After becoming a Japanese citizen, he changed his name to Al Kinjo. My mother Tsuruko Kinjo was a Japanese from Naha, Okinawa. My mother lost both of her parents during World War II in Okinawa.

My parents got married, even though back then, an international marriage was frowned upon. My father had stayed after journeying on a navy submarine from the Philippines to fix the roads on Okinawa damaged during the war. He was promised to become a US citizen. The submarine was going toward San Diego, California, but made a detour to land in Okinawa. Thank God as I would have never been born if my father had landed in San Diego.

I was the second of four children. When I was three, I had kidney problems and was urinating blood. So my mother thought I would be a weakling, but I proved her wrong. I was like a boy, playing only with neighborhood boys, riding and racing bicycles, climbing trees, and forming a boys' group with myself as the team leader. I wore cutoff jean shorts until I was fourteen and rumbled like a boy. I was a tomboy.

Early memories of childhood:

When I was five years old, I got in trouble with my mother. She spanked me and wouldn't let me in the house after I had dirtied my new dress.

I decided to run away and look for my father who was still working far away. I was determined to find him.

Somehow, I was inside a UFO. The beings asked if I'd like to go home with them. I was happy and said yes. They gave me some kind of candy after I showed them a dance I had learned on TV. They said how much they loved me and gave me lots of hugs.

Soon afterward, I had forgotten about my troubles and wanted to go and look for my father. I was no longer in their craft, but I followed the light they were shining, directing me to a policeman's box. I had walked almost a mile (seemed like) alone. I told the policeman that I was going to my father's work. Somehow, I remembered where I lived, and the policeman walked me home. My mother thanked him, and until recently, she still wondered how I was able to walk that far, looking for my father. That was my first acquaintance with the beings. They called me Celia.

My recollection of the second time being with them was when I was ten or eleven. My body was instantly frozen, unmovable; only my mind was awake and cognizant. I had lost my appetite for days, and my memory was not good. I don't remember much, but after the incident, I was daydreaming a lot and was very absentminded. I wore my hair curlers to school. I wore mismatched shoes. One time, I wore one house slipper on one foot and a shoe on the other foot. I was told how silly I was at school, and my elder sis Lynn was embarrassed with me. I felt that my experience with the beings made me feel so out of it and not with the moment. I was not normal. I believed at that time that Superman was stronger than God. I also believed deeply and told everyone that I myself would never die and I would keep living and living. I was not afraid of dying; nothing scared me.

When I was sixteen, I was in a car accident — a head-on collision with a drunk driver that would leave me in stitches on my face and head and a broken wrist. The car I was in was mangled up, and the backside was smashed in all the way to the front, and they had to pull me out of the car. I was bandaged and gauzed up like a mummy. My driver, my nineteen-year-old boyfriend, had a broken foot. I was near death. I had a four-hour surgery getting stitched up. I got home the next morning, and when my mother opened the door, she looked at me, shocked, as they had been worried all night when I didn't get home. We cried in each other's arms. I was somehow saved.

I went back to school, and ever since then, I knew I didn't belong to this world. I sensed that the classroom I was in was not real. I longed to be outside, playing, roaming around. I would daydream about it for the longest time. I was only interested in paranormal books of reincarnation, the Dalai Lama, Kahlil Gibran, Gina Cerminara, Edgar Cayce, hypnotism, etc. I had no interest in schoolwork; I was failing.

My mother was worried that I was too rapt up and intense in my readings. She took my reading lamp away and hid it from me. She said it was bad for my eyes. I would stay awake all night, reading, and couldn't wake up in the morning to go to school. I managed to read under the covers with a flashlight. I was desperate and determined. I was obsessed with the occult and paranormal subjects. Somehow, I didn't know at that time that they were all linked to bring me to the horrifying experience twenty years later.

Sometimes I was abruptly taken to a spaceship, and they were doing many tests. They were checking up on my growth and changes from a little girl to adolescent. And when this happened, I hated not being in control. My body would be paralyzed, and although my mind would be alert, my physical body had no control over anything. As soon as I thought I was there being tested, I would be back in bed, feeling sick, wanting to throw up. I couldn't tell anyone about my experiences with these beings. I myself didn't understand what was happening to me and why they were doing these things to me.

By the time I was a junior in high school, I was able to keep up with schoolwork and got back to spending time with fellow classmates and excelling in sports. I was normal, but my friends from school remembered me as being so far advanced and ahead of things.

CHAPTER 2

In My Twenties

In my early twenties, I almost lost the will to live. I married young at nineteen, and my marriage was miserable and unfruitful. I gave birth to my son Bryan at twenty-two. They picked me up again to uplift me. I chose to stay here, this time, to continue to live for my son and to see him grow up to be a fine man. I was chosen to suffer and to be in this body, in this situation, to sacrifice. I felt it was unfair since I didn't remember bargaining to this type of life. Why me? Why do I have to feel like a martyr?

Although I enjoyed working at Drexel Burnham Lambert as a wire transferrer sending stock orders to Wall Street in New York City, I wanted to die, and those feelings overcame me every night. I had finally reached smack bottom.

At twenty-six, I finally had the courage to get out of the troublesome marriage. It took me two years after my divorce to decide to transfer to Drexel at Wall Street in New York City from Fresno, California. I promised my seven-year-old son that I would send for him once I settled in New York City.

At twenty-eight, along with my job at Drexel, I was freelancing, fashion-designing, selling my designs to independent vendors. It was a hectic time, although I was enjoying my freedom from the tortuous marriage from the past. I was finally able to send for my son Bryan after a year. I moved out of New York City and went to Westchester County (the suburbs), close by to where my sister Lynn lived with her family.

I had quit my job at Drexel and joined Arthur Andersen and Co., a public accountant firm. I was working at the Japanese department as a bilingual executive assistant. At Arthur Andersen, I met Gus, and two years later, we were married. I was thirty-two, and Gus twenty-eight.

I have many vivid, detailed memories of things that occurred to me and feel blessed with this special gift. My inspiration to write came naturally from within to relate my stories.

CHAPTER 3

Meditation and Automatic Writing

It was 1987 in New York. At Arthur Andersen, there was a policy that a married couple could not work together. So I had to quit my job. I had plenty of time on my hands. I had been freelancing, part-time designing clothes in New York City and wanted to open a boutique.

Meanwhile, my husband Gus and I had started meditating every day for twenty minutes and afterward shared these new sensations. Meditation is a door to our inner self. Then the meditation time increased to thirty minutes and then to forty-five minutes. Gus couldn't keep up with me, and after three months, he gave up because he couldn't follow me, aside from having a hectic business schedule because of traveling a lot.

In the beginning, I started my meditation staring at the candlelight. Then I would blow the candle out and imagine the candlelight in my mind's eye. I would just focus on that, and I would shoo away whatever thoughts crept up inside and continuously imagine the candlelight.

Then I would start from my toes and ask them to relax, then my ankles. Then relaxing my knees and thighs and continuing upward, I would ask my body to completely relax. By the time I came up to my neck and head, I was totally relaxed and couldn't feel any part of my body as those parts all went to sleep.

That's how I started my meditation, and for thirty to forty minutes, I would lie there silently, just listening to the buzzing in my brain, wherever it was coming from. I had been meditating for four months.

In the beginning, I used to meditate sitting up against the wall, but after increasing the time to forty-five minutes, I got tired, so I lay down. It seemed to be easier that way because sometimes I ended up sleeping. And that was okay.

CHAPTER 4

Introduction to Spiritual Awareness

One day, I visited Orlando. My sister Meiko was living there, and she heard of a place called Cassadaga, a spiritualist camp, and wanted me to go with her to get a psychic reading.

We drove up there and stopped at the main building that was a book and gift store. On the wall, there were names and phone numbers of various spiritual counselors. We made calls to two people who weren't home, and the third one answered and said she was free.

Phoebe Rose Bergen was happy to invite us to her home to give us a reading. My sister went first, and I sat there, listening with her.

Phoebe started with a protection prayer first. Phoebe said that Meiko would meet a man with a gold necklace around his neck and would get on a boat with him and end up with him. We looked at each other. Hmmm ... interesting! There were other bits of information that didn't seem to be relevant at that time. But every word was being recorded on a little cassette tape.

Then it was my turn. Phoebe prayed and asked God for protection. Phoebe went in a light trance, and with her eyes closed, holding my hands, she said, "You will be writing on a computer, and wherever you go, the computer will be with you. You will be living in two places. One will be on the East Coast, and you will travel back and forth. I see you writing, almost like automatic writing. In the beginning, you will do your automatic writing, but later, you will be communicating to your spiritual guide. You will be sharing what you learned and will be writing in a book."

I asked what time frame. And she said, "Automatic writing will be very soon, but the book will take many years."

Most of the time, there is no concept of time when readings are done. So we had no idea how soon this would occur.

She said, "You would be visiting many places with pyramids and also will be living in a place surrounded by water. And your spiritual guide's name starts with an H."

Wow, that's a lot of information, which was very fascinating. We thanked Phoebe, paid her a donation, and left her house to go to a nearby park.

There, Meiko and I were sharing the various things Phoebe mentioned. Then I noticed three dogs from different directions came running toward us. There were three separate dog walkers, all wondering why their dogs took off. The three dogs surrounded me and wanted my attention but seemed as if they were giving me their attention. I petted each one of them, and then they ran back to their respective owners.

Meiko and I looked at each other and wondered, What was that all about? Then Meiko said, "Those dogs probably recognized an aura around you and had to check you out."

Oh, all right. That's cool!

That was an interesting visit to Cassadaga.

At home, I was back to my routine. I would meditate for forty-five minutes twice a day and then increased it to an hour. I would know when I was in the beta mode and then to alpha mode, the semiconscious state. It was a place of nothingness, yet there was an awareness. I read somewhere that meditation was the opposite of praying. When you are praying to God, you are speaking to God, but in meditation, you listen to God. I was listening and trying very hard to be disciplined at the same time.

Then it happened. During one of my hour meditations, there was an electricity and a kind of vibration and tingling that permeated all over my body, almost like a big shock throughout the body. It frightened me, so I instantly woke up. It was so mysterious. I didn't know what that sensation was. It scared me.

I stopped meditating for a few days, afraid of that sensation I felt. Then each and every time the tingling sensation would come about, I would quickly stop meditating. I was afraid of the unknown.

My body was in a tingling shocking mode that I didn't understand. But I needed to find out what it was, and I got the courage to start all over again. And if that same sensation came back, I was ready to tackle it and go through it.

The next day, I tried again. Then after a while, the electric vibration started. I decided to not wake up and experience this sensation. It went for about fifteen seconds and bam! My body was pushed upward by a big force underneath me. My body was levitating. I couldn't open my eyes in fear of the whole thing ending. I didn't want it to end. I wasn't sure if it was my body being lifted or my spirit that left my physical body. The sensation was absolutely beautiful, and I was hovering above the floor.

There was a very bright white light all around me, and even with my eyes closed, I could see and feel the brightness. There was instant pure love permeating all over me. I was engulfed in love. I was being loved. This was a kind of love I had never experienced. How was this happening? My spiritual guides were welcoming me, and I didn't want this moment to end. I was feeling God — the love from God.

As soon as I thought, Please don't end, my body was back to where I lie on the floor. I was crying from experiencing all that love I was engulfed in. There was pure love in that light. It was an extraordinary experience. It was magnificent and overwhelming. I discovered my soul and finally realized there was a different world in which I was able to tap in. I was tapping into a separate realm of existence.

I couldn't believe I discovered this through meditation. Is this what happens to people who meditate for a long time? Is this satori? Is this what they called enlightenment? Can anybody acquire this after meditating for a long time? For some, years. For me, it was only four months.

I was discovering many things through meditation. One day, during my meditation, I visited the dark side, and there were many lost spirits there. They were sticky and were trying to grab me, but I was brave enough to go through the other side. There was a door, and I opened it and went out of the dark side and through the door. On the other side was a dimension full of white energy and friendly spirits, all congratulating me for getting there. So that's what it felt like to be among lost spirits and have the jubilant feeling of being around white energy spirits, two separate realms — the light and the dark, heaven and hell.

A week after my trip to Cassadaga, I started to do the automatic writing. It came unexpectedly. I took a notepad and pen and started to meditate and not even five minutes passed before my hand started to write. It was gibberish, so in my mind, I asked, Who are you?

My hand with the pen started to write in circles. It looked like flower petals. Then it was more accurate that there were five circles all connected by one line. It seemed each time I began my automatic writing, the five circles were drawn. The name of the spirit was Hermes.

It kept on repeating, "You have work to do" (in cursive writing). Then sometimes it would say, "When will you work for you us?" Everything was about work. I was called worker.

My meditation increased to two hours at one sitting. I would be listening to a voice in my mind that said that there were many of them in spaceships — hundreds of spaceships. I didn't know whom I was communicating with but felt like they were extraterrestrials. They were showing me different types of flying saucers.

I would have an out-of-body experience almost every night after I went to sleep. The spirit would either leave from my head or slip right off through my feet. I would go through walls and flew over people's homes and sometimes visited my family members elsewhere.

During one of my meditations lying in bed, something was happening to my face. I felt a sharp instrument go up through my nose to my third-eye area. I asked, "What are you doing to me?"

And the voice said, "We are opening your third-eye chakra."

(Continues…)

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Table of Contents

Preface, xiii,
Chapter 1 Childhood, 1,
Chapter 2 In My Twenties, 5,
Chapter 3 Meditation and Automatic Writing, 7,
Chapter 4 Introduction to Spiritual Awareness, 9,
Chapter 5 Day 1 Being Tested, 17,
Chapter 6 Day 2 Being Tested, 23,
Chapter 7 Day 3 Being Tested, 25,
Chapter 8 Walk-Ins, 28,
Chapter 9 Start of a New Day, 31,
Chapter 10 A Conversation with Lynn, 33,
Chapter 11 Sook's Fright, 36,
Chapter 12 Confusion, 40,
Chapter 13 Message from My Guides, 45,
Chapter 14 Spiritual Search, 48,
Chapter 15 My Reasoning for Sook, 51,
Chapter 16 Suggestion from My Guides I Didn't Follow ..., 54,
Chapter 17 The Power of Positive Thinking, 56,
Chapter 18 My Friend Robert, 58,
Chapter 19 Message from My Guide Hermes, 63,
Chapter 20 Many Types of Dreams, 65,
Chapter 21 Trip to a Planet, 66,
Chapter 22 And ... to Another Planet, 68,
Chapter 23 Spiritual Healing, 69,
Chapter 24 Past Life Dream 1, 72,
Chapter 25 Past Life Dream 2, 73,
Chapter 26 Past Life Dream 3, 74,
Chapter 27 Past Life Dream 4, 77,
Chapter 28 Year 1988, 79,
Chapter 29 Many Ways to Have a Vision, 84,
Chapter 30 Dream 1, 86,
Chapter 31 Dream 2, 88,
Chapter 32 Dream 3, 89,
Chapter 33 Analysis, 90,
Chapter 34 My Dreams, 92,
Chapter 35 Dream Messenger, 94,
Chapter 36 Collection of Poems, 96,
Chapter 37 Abne and Marianna, 99,
Chapter 38 Dr. C. and Debbie, 102,
Chapter 39 Tan Chu, 108,
Chapter 40 Reincarnation, 111,
Chapter 41 Dream of Cats, 113,
Chapter 42 Healing of Weston, 116,
Chapter 43 Healing of Mary, 119,
Chapter 44 Intuitiveness Is the Key, 122,
Chapter 45 More Intuitiveness, 124,
Chapter 46 Hermes Messages, 127,
Chapter 47 Actun, 130,
Chapter 48 Cleansing a Home, 131,
Chapter 49 How My Father Contacts Me, 133,
Chapter 50 My Mother's Exit from This World, 135,