About Carol Gino

I grew up on fantastic myths and rich stories of brave heroes who were tested by Olympian gods, heroes who proved their courage and sincerity by undertaking incredible voyages and accomplishing impossible deeds and who always won. Good always triumphed over evil.

Accordingly, I believed my world had been created by a loving and omnipotent personal God who provided that each of his children be constantly attended and protected by his or her own special guardian angel. Each night as my father tucked me in tobed, he fed me more rich myth to grow on. And each day with my completely balanced meals, my mother fed me more “reality”.

I went to Catholic school where the nuns were mostly kind, though their idea of God was far more punishing than the One I knew in my heart, Here, my dreams were fed even more by the stories of visions and apparitions visited upon the very good and the very young.

The constant prayer in my heart while I kneeled in church and my lips moved to the “Our Father” or the “Hail Mary” was, “Dear God… If a kid like Bernadette got a vision of Our Lady, why can’t I have one?” Bernadette was, as far as I was concerned, just another kid who happened to live in Lourdes, and who couldn’t have been trying any harder than I to be good. Back then, my religious aspirations were competitive.

Life and time passed and mother’s vision of reality seemed closer to the reality I was experiencing than the stories Dad had told. And so as many of us do, a large part of me grew up and traded the vision of my heart for the newer vision of my mind. This new god, the god of rational mind, was fine when things were going well. I was rewarded in wordly terms, I was successful. Still, I found whenever a major tragedy hit in my life, I immediately resorted to the stronger knowledge of my heart, turned to my guardian angel and hollered help.

I wouldn’t pretend to you that I had never lost faith. That would be untrue. And I was no uncomplaining Job. During that entire period of my life when I traded my omnipotent, personal, compassionate God for the god of intellect, rational mind, and science, my God seemed a product of infancy and innocence and I, and most of my friends, gave it up and stopped believing.

Instead, I read, studied and spent my spare time accumulating “facts,” hoping somehow to transform all tha tinformation into some kind of wisdom.

At the time I had been working in hospitals for years watching and caring for the sick and dying. Medicine became my god. A savage god. And very limited. When I realized that the limitations of science and medicine limited me, I began to search again. I went back to school, got another degree, and then spent several more years reading theology, psychology, and philosophy. Finally, I began to study Eastern philosophy and to read some of the great mystics.

And a funny thing happened. After all those years of searching and serving those false gods, I realized that the fantastic myths and rich stories that my father had told were true. Suddenly, there was a movement called “Transpersonal Psychology” that told of people in the “real” world, the world of here and now, who were taking those heroes journeys into the incredible and unknown.

But it was not until my grandson Gregory died, and when my own child, Teri, desperately needed comfort and answers I couldn’t give, that I found the omnipotent and compassionate God of my childhood again. And I realized, that as He had promised, He had sent with each of us a guardian angel.

Teri’s was called Janith. First she appeared in automatic writings and then when Teri allowed - after a year’s trial of trust and truth - she began to speak through Teri in words while I recorded and later transcribed the sessions. She didn’t appear so it couldn’t be called a visitation now, instead it’s called channeling. But Janith, who describes herself, metaphorically, as looking much like the Angel Gabriel, helped to heal not only me and my child but many others as well. In the New Age, she doesn’t call herself an angel, she refers to herself as “The Spirit of Creative Communications from the Core Group of Healers that are closest to the Thirteenth Master.” But I know, both in my heart and in my mind, that she’s an angel and that The Thirteenth Master is the compassionate, omnipotent, loving God of my childhood.

Because there are so many discarnate entities coming through now and speaking, Janith wants to provide a balance, to provide a true base of spirituality. She wants to give some guidelines to “human livings” to help them discern the truth from the untruths that are being spoken now. When I asked her how we could distinguish between the quality and validity of these spirits or disembodied entities, she answered in this way.

“Human minds, human souls, are capable of good judgement. They are capable of interpreting the spiritual on not only an instinctual level, an intuitive level but also on a rational level, I feel it is quite important to look with your mind, not only your mind’s eye, at these answers, at these communications. Are they causing harm? Do they interrupt with destiny? Are they taking from more than they are giving to? Basically, it is much the same as a very good human relationship, a very giving relationship, a very comfortable relationship. Also, is it a growing relationship? This must remain the most important test, if you will, of a channel spirit communication relationship. For if it does not allow or precipitate growth, then it is and does become the worst form of stagnation.”

Teri, Janith and I would like to share with you what we knowto be “reality”. It’s an expanded view, one that shows spirit as loving, helpful, comforting, practical….and funny. We offer it to you, on Janith’s suggestion, in order to build abridge in this New Age between “human livings” and spirit, in the hope that shared knowledge between two worlds can help to hasten our evolution toward a brighter tomorrow.

- Carol Gino