Servet Hasan (California) was born into a psychically gifted family in Pakistan. A student of the mystic masters of the Far East, Hasan helps inspire others to attain their full potential through her television and radio appearances, live seminars, workshops, articles, and books.
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Life in Transition: An Intuitive Path to New Beginnings 2014 by Servet Hasan.
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Nothing is secure but life,
transition, the energizing spirit.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
With Gratitude
To my father, who named me Sarvat (the legal spelling of my name), which means treasure in Arabic, because he didnt bury me alive, as was customary for many a baby girl born in Pakistan at the time of my birth. You are still my hero. And to my mother who not only brought me into this world, but showed me what to do once I got here. Your spiritual gifts light up my life every day. I love you both beyond words.
To my daughter, Sabrina, who has taught me so much more than I could ever teach her. You are not only beautiful, but brilliant. I am proud and honored to be your mother. There are no more words, except to keep telling you how much I love you.
To Terry Cole-Whittaker who continually sprinkles me with invaluable support and encouragement. I love your fairy dust. You sweeten my existence with your unlimited and unconditional love.
To Llewellyn Worldwide for taking a chance on me once again. You opened the door, and I will walk through.
Finally, to everyone who ever broke my heart, I thank you from the bottom of mine. Within every tear that fell, a magical gift emerged. Without you, I would never have become the woman I am.
Contents
Part One: Realizing Your Loss
: Beginning the Journey Through Loss
: Shifting Perspective
: Letting Go of Holding On
Part Two: Healing in the Moment
: Ways to Heal Your Wounded Heart
: Forgive Yourself
: Living in the Divine Now
Part Three: Transitioning
: Spiritual Solutions
: Saying Goodbye to Who You Used to Be
: Total Transitions
Exercises
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Prologue
The only thing the woman wanted to do was end her life. On lunch break from a job she detested but endured, she wandered around aimlessly, not searching for a place to run to, but a place to run from. For although she was an intelligent woman, she was also a self-professed chicken at heart, and couldnt imagine anything as horrifically painful as ending a life, even if it was her own. The distress was like air. She couldnt see it or hold it in her hands, but it was there, always there.
The man she loved for so many years had died unexpectedly, and she was devastated. She felt as if somehow the ground beneath her feet was no longer solid or even real. It kept moving, pulling her down, as if she might be drowning in oceans of fear and rivers of self-doubt. Nothing made sense. He not only left her alone, but he left her with nothing else, no financial or emotional security. Nothing. There were many strings in the net that formed her demise, but when this one broke, the entire fabric of her existence unraveled.
She crossed the busy intersection, secretly wishing that a car might hit her. One honked and stopped to allow her time to reach the curb. Then, as if to add insult to this nonexistent injury, a man standing outside of a shop smiled and said, Lucky for you. Maybe you should come inside?
She glanced up at the marquee above the door. Run for Cover was the name of the tiny establishment, a used bookstore. She shrugged, mumbled a profanity beneath her breath, and went inside. Why not, she thought, perhaps she would find a book on how to do herself in with relative ease.
The store was packed with stacks of books everywhere, mountains of literary works, old and new. It smelled musky and damp but was ripe with words of wisdom. The aisles were so narrow she had to struggle to get out of her own way. She stopped, deciding that, at this point, that might just be impossible. Randomly, she picked up a black leather- bound book. There was no title on the spine or the front cover, only gold gilded pages that made it seem as if there might be a treasure hidden inside.
Slowly, she opened the book and started reading. It began with an old fable.
Darkness came to God one day and announced, A major injustice has been taking place!
And what might that be? God asked.
This Sun of yours is haunting me, Darkness explained. I have had enough. He is chasing me constantly. I can never get any rest. Wherever I go, there he is, ready and waiting. I have no choice but to run away again. This is ridiculous! You must do something.