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What a weird name, “Esateys” — pronounced Ee-sáh-teez. Good grief! Who would ever choose to go by a name like that? Must be a real weird-o trying to get some attention. At least, that’s what I thought when I first met Esateys, a bubbly, beautiful gal with a bubbly, beautiful personality to match. But still my thoughts were, “Why on earth would she choose such a name?” At the time “E,” as I call her now, was indulging in her passion, miniature horses, at our big county fair in the Northwest. We had seen each other before at various local gatherings, but never made a connection. Now we had, and I wondered why. As weeks passed, we made a deeper connection as I discovered her talents, and she began to help me through some serious physical problems I had manifested from boundless negative thoughts over the years. It worked. Oh, how it worked! She was doing for me what no doctor had been able to correct. As time went on and friends called to chat about themselves and their forever physical problems, I would refer them to “E” for whatever it was they were going through physically (and emotionally, though they rarely knew that), but only after I insisted that they had seen their doctors. Lawsuits have never been my bag. One by one, the reports started coming in: I’m so much better — The "problem" is gone — Lynn, thank you so much for referring me to Esateys, I’m going to one of her seminars next week — from three thousand miles away! So, how does someone like this person called Esateys, or more properly, why does someone like this seem to have such powers? Where do these powers come from? Why do only certain people seem to have them? And what exactly are these mysterious powers? It took me a while, but after several months of probing, I was finally able to sort of piece together what “E" had gone through to get to the point where she was now. Maybe not all the answers I wanted, but nonetheless, an incredible story. Raised in California, Donna (as was her original name) had studied long and hard to become a nurse practitioner. As I understand it, that means something halfway between a nurse and a doctor. She worked very successfully for years in the medical field until one fateful night, on a dark, rainy road in Southern California, she was in a horrible car accident that left her unconscious for days. When she finally woke up, propped straight up in the hospital bed, she found her entire upper brow had been sewn back to her skull from temple to temple. But as she awakened, she kept hearing a voice that said, “Your name is Esateys. Your name is Esateys.” For a person who had never heard a voice or seen a vision, and had always been “one of the girls,” this was a profound and somewhat frightening moment. For six months “E” had to sit straight up in bed while her forehead healed. But as time went on during her healing, she found that something more drastic than just a cracked-opened head had happened to her. She could now “see.” And she could “hear.” And the most astonishing of all, there was something in her that simply “knew” — about bodies. She could tell what was happening, physically, to anyone who visited her. Even more astonishing, she could “read,” or plug into friends from miles away and know what they were experiencing or what was wrong with their bodies, or emotions, or spiritual hungers.
It is not unusual to hear stories of people who have been profoundly changed after being in various kinds of accidents. They can suddenly “see,” or “hear,” or "channel," or even predict, all that spooky kind of stuff. But with Esateys, it was way beyond that. Esateys found that she could actually talk with a body, and that the body would answer back and talk with her! Whoa! From thousands of miles away, over the phone, she could talk with a friend’s body (with their permission), find out what the body’s needs were, its fears and its worries, all of which have been totally opposite from what she knew her friend’s feelings were. She found that the personality in the body and the body itself were often at odds with each other, but that the body wanted to do only what would make both of them a loving, working team. If there was too much fear blocking the connection between her chat with her friend and the information she wanted to get from the body, her talents would be almost useless unless she found a way to break through that person’s fear. Most of the times, she found the way. Other times she had to let her friend — or that person — go, for she was always, and only, the facilitator, never, ever, the healer. Over the years, Esateys has helped thousands of people to cure themselves (with continued maintenance) from brittle diabetes, cancer, heart disease, severe depression, to various neurological diseases and more. She takes no credit for this gift, as she knows it was given to her for reasons she refuses to let herself discover, at least for now. What you will get from this book is a knowledge about yourself — your FULL self — rarely offered in such plain language, because, despite her unconventional name, Esateys is a down-to-earth, easy-going, let’s not push it kind of gal who just happens to have one of the most incredible gifts of “knowing” ever given to a human being.
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Donna changed her name legally to Esateys (and oh brother, does she ever have problems with airline tickets, credit cards and anything else that requires two names to be legal). From then on, not only did her name change, but so did her life. While she became this new thing called a medical intuit, she had truly become so much more. And no one has yet to find a name for her “condition.”
