Sherry Anshara is the founder of the QuantumPathic® Center of Consciousness and the QuantumPathic® Energy Method. She has been teaching individuals how to tap into their intuition to consciously create their lives for 13 years. She holds courses and private sessions at the Center in Scottsdale, Arizona, and is currently developing a program to teach and license practitioners and instructors in her method.

Sherry's Story

To say "my life was normal" is an understatement. At three years old, in a Catholic family living in Detroit, Michigan, I said to my mother… "Remember when I was Jewish and lived in New York?" Of course she had no idea what I was talking about. At the time I didn't know how to explain it to her and the words "Jewish" and "New York" were not part of our regular vocabulary. I am sure my mother didn't know what to think about it. In her idea it was best to just ignore me.

My father had some antique eye wash glasses. I would sit underneath the Duncan Fyfe dining room table, with a small table set with my mother's doilies, and pretend with these glasses that I was having a "cocktail party" with my friends. Memories from New York. Playing tea parties just didn't do it for me!!! At the time, cocktails were not part of my conversation. Sometimes I would tell Mother about the lights around the statue of Mary and talk about the lights I saw around certain people. She would tell me I was "not seeing" them, that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I know I was seeing lights. Of course, at the time I didn't know it was the natural aura, the electro-magnetic field that surrounds everything. My mother's idea was that it was best to continue to ignore me. I am sure she thought I had a wild imagination. What else could she think? Lights around people - how funny is that!?

I also remember at three being in an oxygen tent in the hospital, listening to my father telling my mother that I would be okay. I was sitting up in this hospital crib, Buddha style, thinking to myself… "No, I won't be okay. I really don't want to be here.” At the time I didn't fully comprehend that I didn't want to be here on Earth. Later in my life, in a time continuum session, I remembered a being other than my parents or the hospital staff being in the room with me. I felt very protected. I didn’t share this with my parents, because saying anything would have been pointless.

Although I got through the experience, I was bothered with bronchitis through my late 30's. In term of consciousness, the difficulties in the respiratory system represent emotional issues, not being able to breath into life. Makes sense to me. How could I breathe into life when no one knew what I was talking about?

Here is a picture of me at five. This is the perfect picture of a child with the perfect Santa Claus. As you can see from the picture I was not "buying" any of it. I am looking directly into the Santa's eyes with my hand on my hip…and the expression on my face says it all. What am I doing here? Stop with the fairy tales and let's get down to business. Oh well, another time then!

Throughout my life, I have had so many experiences -- telepathic, empathic, visitations, channeling -- that it is almost hard for me to believe that I actually lived from an outward perspective a somewhat normal life. How amazing is the body, the soul, the spirit and the divine mind that it can live these multi-dimensional experiences without being conscious. Until, of course, life altering experiences change your paradigm significantly. Everything changes. You begin to become conscious. What a concept!

From that outward perspective my life did appear normal. I had a remarkable life. I was married 22 years. That was an accomplishment in itself. In retrospect, my marriage taught me so much about myself. When I got married it was a must. It was something that was expected. As a child, when my friends would talk about getting married and having children, it didn't seem right for me. But I went along with the program. I am not judging it; it was the consciousness in which I was raised.

In December 1965, I had my first near death experience. It was very difficult to talk about what had happened to me. Besides, who at the time would understand my experience? I kept it to myself. I knew intuitively that my life was changing regardless of the linear time it would take before it emerged to my surface consciousness.

By all accounts and purposes I should have been dead! In a new 1965 Corvette I was hit twice by another car and thrown up over a curb, cutting down a 40 foot evergreen tree and going through a cement block wall. Metaphorically that would have meaning to me many years later. In my first book, there is a section on breaking through the eight block wall. Since everything happens for a reason, it is now reasonable to me why it happened. How telling was that experience to my future.

From entrepreneur to corporate America, my career evolved. Changing careers on a regular basis was part of my journey. I would get bored. I loved everything I did, but I loved changing what I did more. So the changes occurred.

I learned to fly airplanes. I belonged to the Ninety Nines, the International Organization of Women Pilots. I was very involved in aviation, in all aspects including air shows, volunteering at aviation museums and lecturing. It was the best time for me. In retrospect, I know why I loved flying so much…I was above it all! I could look down and not be caught up in the daily trauma dramas. I was free. Probably the only times I was truly grounded to the earth were when I was flying. Besides, whether I was flying an airplane or flying out of body, it was the same to me. An escape!

In 1991, Memorial Day weekend, I had second near death experience. I was helping a drunken woman get her car out of a parking space when the car took off with me, accelerating from 0 to 60. The car flew 40 feet into the air, landing upside down in the Connecticut River in 15 feet of water. What a flying experience! Before the car hit the water, I was out of my body, not unusual for me. Escaping, I thought I had really done it this time. In the No-Time (un-linear time) I was sitting on a ship in a white room with twelve wondrous all white beings who spoke empathically to me. I was "feeling" them. I was the only thing in the room in color. I was wearing a black and white knit jacket piped in red, with a matching top with an anchor on it. How appropriate!

In our conversation, the beings expressed to me that I had made an agreement to go back to Earth to assist others in their healing process. What agreement? I didn't want to go back. Through the window of the ship, I could see all the commotion that was going on around the marina in Old Saybrook. I knew that I would go back. I knew what they were saying was my truth. But I fought it. Yet, I knew that I had agreed. Back to Earth.

My life has never been the same. Since then, it’s been a series of never ending changes and transformations. I have devoted myself to my Quantum Energy work. This is the reason why I came back. To heal myself! And in that process my focus is to assist my clients and students to empower themselves to heal and create their lives from their truth and not the fear programs.

I do not call myself a teacher or healer but a facilitator for others. I support others to go to their quantum cellular level of consciousness, learn the truth of who they are, take back their power and their life. By releasing the old fear patterns and programming, their lives change automatically. It is through their dedication and commitment to themselves that I can support them through their conscious healing process.

On my refrigerator, I have this picture of me at three. It is so evident from my eyes that I was not grounded to this earth plane but rather living somewhere else. There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul. No doubt from this picture, what was going on inside of me was very different than my outside life. My eyes tell it all.

I live my dream as a reality. My bliss is to show you how to live your dream as your reality. -Sherry Anshara