Millions of books have been written on how to become rich and the secrets on the law of attraction (money). This book contains two precious books, giving away the secrets on how to outlive all the possible money in the world in a healthy, beautiful and enlightened body. With a little chance and a good breath you might be on your way to be Physically Alive Forever. The tool thereto is nothing else but your own non expensive breath you always have at hand. If you do at least 20 sessions of conscious connected breath work, or rebirthing, the art of creative living in harmony with all there is, and this with a professional rebirther, you will learn the ultimate purification technique to live a long healthy life
In Rebirthing breathwork: the ultimate secret to life you read M.Rose Windels’ stories about her clients and rebirthing, conscious connected breathing, different purification techniques, and her vision on Being Physically Alive Forever! You meet her clients as they come in and read their super interesting stories about their experiences with the process of conscious connected breathing. She goes in depth when she talks about earth, air, water and fire as tools to keep you healthy. You get the story of a rebirthing session spiced with her philosophy about death, the philosophy of life and the eventual ultimate goal of staying Physically Alive Forever. What stops you from also being “ALIVE FOREVER”?
Leonard Orr says about her book : Rose's spiritual adventures here in this book are inspiring to read. Her rendition of these great and challenging ideas will help a lot of people.
Nude
I am nude
Vulnarable and rude
Volluptuous nature
In the now I capture
No poison no bile
I breathe for a while
A glorious shrine
Called lifetime
Bee and butterfly
Bird and fish
Life is a pouring fraction
A Waterfall of cell's in action
A Quantumfield of energy
A story in synchronicity
Fire and flame
Amor et eros
Being is the essence
Where Sun and Moon
Beam my harmony soon
Balance of I and Me
Joy and Fear in Duality
In allignement with above
Catharsis of love
In a wilde wide world
Where I and Me
You and I in-joy
Mirrors of our essence
Personal testimony:
MOM YOU WENT LIKE A
QUEEN of Breath
M.Rose shares with us the touching story of her Mom’s passing over…
The 14 of February, Valentine’s Day… A week ago mom had a stroke and, as before, recovered quite quickly. After all the intimate discussions we had about believing in a healthy, qualitative, physical, emotional and mental life, she believed in being Physically Alive Forever and knew she did not have to deteriorate physically in order to die. During the last years we were together two days a week. We very often talked about death. She was so curious! I told her to remember death is passing over, going to live another life by choice. The only difference was that now when she told me that was it … she had decided on going for real. It was written in her look.
After giving her the various options, Mom chose to go on a fast, giving up drinking and eating. And if she did eat, it was so little it wouldn’t have fed a bird. She was beautiful as always. Her face was open and receiving. Her small, almost Asian, eyes scanned like lasers. She looked straight through you. She saw everything… Even the things you wanted to hide from her, not wanting to hurt her. Not one wrinkle, except for the laughter lines, was drawn on her face. She was so proud of the fact that she washed her face with pure rainwater. She lived her life her own way. Who do you think I learned it from?
Lately I realised that mom was my biggest teacher. Later in life she accepted me as hers. To my great joy she listened to what I told her! She listened selectively and only took in what was important for her. Even when I said something casually, she heard it and had questions about it.
When I taught her how to be Physically Alive Forever… and promised her that the thought itself made the difference she would need to live longer, she looked at me with so much love and gratitude I could hardly bear it. “Are you sure, Rose, that I can do this?” she asked, two question marks in her eyes!
“Mom… did I ever lie to you?” Her answer was direct! “NO!” She knew how much I loved her and only wanted the best for her.
Four times in her life Mom got very ill… At the age of 84 quite lonely and tired of life she attracted a stroke paralysing the left half of her body. She could no longer hear nor speak. As my brother and his wife Lisette were on their way to the butcher, only three doors away from my mom’s house, Lisette insisted on passing by. Lucky they did because they found her on the ground! She had fallen!
My first Siamese cat Yokosh” licked her continuously and brought her back to the NOW. Mom told me herself once she was better.
Ten years later … a stomach haemorrhage. The doctors told her a haematoma in her stomach had started bleeding. A doctor – friend of mine told me it probably was due to the blood thinners.
Two years later, another stroke… and then another, each time choosing life. Every time I let her see that she was in charge and could choose to live or to die. And that , whatever her choice would be, I was there to help her.
She lived. Maybe because I had not let go of her or she had not really chosen to die. But it was her decision time after time, to go on living.
I remember so well how she asked me tears in her eyes what would happen to me if she died.
“I will live a qualitative physical, mental and emotional harmonious life! I will go on believing in Being Physically Alive Forever because only by the thought I will live longer and who knows create this way the chance to be a Physically Alive Forever Being. Like you now I will decide whether and how I want to go!”
Between her 84and her 96birthday, I was there to remind her that she had a choice. And she did choose, over and over. Each time she chose life!
When I came back from my rebirthing tour in South Africa she told me she saw cats on the wall and men under bed. “ Wishful thinking!” I laughed away the creepy monsters! The drama stood at the door! The signs of Alzheimer’s or dementia were dying to come in and grab all the attention!
I told her it might be raining cats and dogs, but there were no cats on the wall and the men under her bed was wishful thinking. If you choose to go, you can go!.
Alzheimer’s or dementia is one way to go, you can choose another alternative one. Your way! Which she did. Her anxious psychotic characteristic took all-in-all one week! Coincidence or conscious choice! I suspect the choice!
Mom was my guinea pig. I used massage, the laying-on of hands, giving light (Mahikari), rebirthing (purifying breathing technique) and stopping mental diarrhea (thinking over and over the same thoughts).
Very rarely did Mom speak badly of anyone. How nice for me to be with her. We laughed and cried a lot together.
Three days before she decided to leave this plane, she asked if I wanted to forgive her… “What for?” I asked! What can you have done that I have to forgive you?”
“I am committing suicide!” she said, looking me straight in the eyes.
Six months before, her physiotherapist Wim had committed suicide. This touched her tremendously. He was still so young, she thought. He was always so gentle and he was so gorgious!
“Gentle and handsome man also do that Maatje!”
I told her it was his right to choose to do so, but also his responsibility. That it was not up to us to judge. With the same unconditional love I looked at her and promised her there was nothing to forgive. Life was hers and she could step out when and how she wanted to… and she did.
On Valentine’s Day itself and two days later, we drank our last glass of champagne to our love relationship! I chose for the brand “Demoiselle” cause we are “demoiselles”and we love bubbles.
A love relationship of 58 years deserves champagne! Mom was crazy about it! When friends offered her a drink, without blushing she asked: “Champagne!”
Full of love, Maatje left me. Where did she go? Who was there to help her?
Her whole family was standing by and waiting to lead her home. She had told me that her mom came to tell her that there was nothing to fear. That it was nice up there… so: “So do not wait too long anymore!”…and she didn’t.
Through all the conversations we had about death, the other side, the other dimension, I stayed with her until her last breath – day and night! It is very interesting that during her life Mom only honored me with the ten breaths a day – she never tried a whole session of rebirthing. The nurses took care of her and had her breathe ten to twenty conscious connected breaths a day. That was enough! I tried from time to time to push her!
“Too hard!” she said.
Now the last two days and nights, without me interfering, she rebirthed day and night! Spontaniously she started the conscious connected breath! She breathed from session to catharsis, to session, to integrate everything in a following catharsis. Took a drop of water, ate a spoonful of food, dropped some hints. I felt so much respect for her.
When Sandy, a pregnant nurse passed by, Mom said: “Sandy, promise me you will breastfeed your baby!” Sandy did not believe her ears and got tears in her eyes because of so much love from a considerate but dying Clara. What a consciousness! Even her colleagues did not know she was pregnant. Where did Clara get this data? Was she already one foot in the other world? Confused, Sandy asked: “But how do you know I am pregnant, Clara?” The sentence disappeared in mom’s conscious breathing.
Maatje asked me to put my hand on her tummy… I did: “My heart,” she said… I gave her some rescue from Doctor Bach and she smiled. She knew anything I did was to do good to her.
This time I would not hold on anymore. She asked me to let her go. It was a promise.
Three hours before mom left, Ivan my nephew, called to ask how Mémé was doing. Ivan lived his childhood with us… he was like a little brother at that time. I told him to hurry, because she already had blue spots on her body… death spots, the nurses called it.
In no time he stood at the end of the bed … and looked very curious. It was the first time he saw someone pass over… and not just someone – his Mémé, the Matriarch of the family! That was the case for all of us. Maatje looked at him and through her breath, whispered: “Iban”! I had to smile because his name is Ivan… but she said it like his Portuguese wife would pronounce it. A last portion of vitamine “H” for humor, she had!
It was ten to ten in the evening, the moment I had promised Gaby, my dearest friend in Sedona, I would call her to speak to Maatje. Mom always loved Gaby. I will never know what Gaby said to her but the only reaction mom had, was a lovely smile.
She had everyone on the line in the final days. Therese who could not fly over from South Africa, but would be there for the funeral, spoke to her on the phone. She comforted her and I saw mom’s face take on a happy glow as she always had when she thought or spoke about Therèse.
Her breath started to change. The deadly silence between her in- and exhale announced her spiritual departure. I asked Anne the nurse, who wouldn’t have missed Clara’s passing over for anything in the world, to call my brother and my friend Lena, a nurse, rebirthee and personal friend of my Mom and me. Lena became a friend of Maatje, myself and the whole family, taking loving care of mom during 14 years. Mom very often was the therapist of the nurses. Having experienced so much she had an answer to every question. She would never tell you what to do. She told you what she would have done!
While we were intensely waiting for the others to come, she honored me a last time by calling my name: “Rose!” In the meantime, my brother and Lena had arrived.
I saw her leaving her body a while ago but she remained connected. I saw her body like a pump, a machine, going up and down… almost soulless.
“She is looking at herself,” I thought… “At us?” I thanked her from the bottom of every cell in my body that she gave me this opportunity to be here with her going through the most interesting period in her life. I will never forget it.
I encouraged her to let go… “Let go Maatje, also of your breath.” She looked at me with her tiny little eyes and said: “It is so difficult to let go …!”
I felt her body going deeper into the bed. Relaxation came over her. She had accepted her feeling of fear and started to whisper between her deep chest breaths on the inhale and the exhale, as a mantra:” I let go… I let go… I let go”. This lasted for several minutes and then all of a sudden, a primal scream… , and she left! Waw! We all stared at each other.
My sister Claire and my brother Gervais did not know quite well how to handle this! Nobody knew.
Veerle, my niece, was sitting next to me and shivered at the sound. I think everybody did.
“ What was that, Auntie?
“That was it! I think the disconnection of her body and soul!” Veerle happy with the answer nodded !
“Now she sees herself!” I thought. Maybe she looks at us! I was so happy with the opportunity she gave me to experience the thing I love most, rebirthing, in this way and with her! Amazing! Her most important moment in her life became also my most important moment in my life! Unforgettable!
I remembered asking her: “After passing over, Maatje, will you come and tell me how it is?… will you?” Her gorgeous smile, two thin lips, her chin slightly raised, answered “Yes.”
I wanted so badly to have contact with her after transition.
She literally breathed herself to the other side. She stayed conscious to the end. Her beautiful porcelain hands lay gently and softly next to her on the pink bedspread. Little pearls of sweat shone like tiny stars on her face… “My God, I love you…” I took her in my arms and kissed her goodbye, wished her a good trip! “Do not wait for me … it might take too long!” I said.
The undertakers were so impressed with the flexibility and serenity of Maatje’s body. Never seen before! Three days later I could still take both of her hands in mine. This is what rebirthing does to you!
Mom had left it up to me to bury or cremate her! It was cremating! We had ordered a christian service in the church and gotten it! She would have wanted it this way. Her whole life long Mom made bobbin lace! That’s why I wanted to scatter her ashes in Bruges … but could I decide on my own ? I would have done it sneakily … even if it only were for a bit.
It was the beginning of a long spiritual journey …
The funeral… I was dressed in all the clothes Maatje loved me in. My red-brown spotted jacket and white jacket underneath, over my white silky pants. My heavy boots she learned to love and my light beige raincoat. I put fresh feathers in my braids. I still remember when she saw my feathers for the first time … “Crazy girl!” I am sure she liked me this way… She loved me.
Where we expected 40 people, we had more than 100 in the church. Clients of mine, friends, ex’s, Mom’s hairdresser from 30 years ago and friends of my brother and sisters. No prayers! Mom did not like coffeeklatsch! “Source of backbiting!” she thought!
Veerle, my niece, spoke well and planned to play during the service the AUM NAMAHA SHIVAYA I had recorded at Gaby’s studio in Sedona. It sounded as a cathedral in the church and the timing was perfectly chosen. People were so surprised to learn that it was me, even I was surprised to hear myself. Such an intimate and unique moment! Very often Mom and I would sing together. We knew the whole Lotti (Belgian singer) repertoire … Maatje was a great singer and a decent harmonica player.
Even the Priest asked what song this was. He spoke about Mom as if he had known her forever. He’d never seen her! I had a déjà vu of my father’s funeral, from 48 years previously! The same eulogy about him. I remember asking mom who in heaven’s sake the priest was praising so much! She pulled me closer and whispered in my ear: “Your dad, of course!” “But then the dad we’ve never known,” I thought almost aloud. I was only 14 but a great complicity glued me and my mom together.
Sarah and Inez, the grandchildren, spoke about their Mémé in the church. They wrote this especially for her… and for us… because it brought a smile to all the faces. They wanted us to forget the little things that might have caused irritation between her and her children, and to just remember how special she was.
Sarah made the most fitting picture of whom our Queen Mother and Mémé was.
This is poetry right from the heart of an 18-year-young.
MAATJE, IT WAS GOOD, VERY, VERY GOOD. THANK YOU FOR THE MOTHER, THE FRIEND, AND … SOOO MUCH LOVE.
MEME
Life is like a puzzle
Long ago, the 1 of December 1907
Mémé put her first piece down…
Last Monday 17 of February 2004… her last!
Mémé was a special one!
She had no particular luxuries
except for a glass of champagne,
a Witteke (white beer) in a plain glass,
her nurses,
false pearls and false teeth
for Christmas and garden parties,
her perfume and open shoes …
Her greatest luxury was her children.
I never heard her say that she was proud of them…
but she could hide it so badly.
She was always so well-informed about their lives:
Marie Jo has called and
Patrick has another baby;
Eugène‘s leg is in plaster;
Roland was here with the little ones;
Lisette has problems with her knees and
Claire’s fashion show was a success;
Jacky will be here on Saturday and
Thérèse is coming from South Africa
Rose has a new girlfriend…
I also remember the cookie jar
and the Napoleons
that she always kept for us,
grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Mémé was a very special someone because:
She did all the good she could,
With the tools she had,
In the way she knew,
On the place she stood,
In the time given to her,
For the people she loved.
Let’s fill our hearts
with all the souvenirs
we have from Mémé
and cherish them as a treasure.
Inèz asked God:
please take care of Mémé
“because she deserves it…!”
Last Friday, Thérèse and I held a champagne party with the 10 nurses that shared her life for 12 years .Some of them became little sisters to me. I put Maatje’s picture on the table with a glass of “Demoiselle” champagne so that everybody could toast her. I sat next to her as always. They stood up, looked at the picture, toasted and went back to their seat. They all loved the beautiful ritual! We spent an evening of laughter and joy together. Mom would have wanted it to be this way.
“Maatje, it was fine, so tremendously fine, to be your child… thank you for being the mother, the friend you were and for all the unconditional love and freedom you gave me!”
One year later, on the 16th of February( in the middle of winter), a beautiful blood-red flower bloomed on the hibiscus I’d received from her. Was this the first sign?
Actively practicing the purification techniques will prolong your life.
