From 4 years of age and beyond, I have had several precognitive dreams and clairvoyant experiences. In my teenage years, I began seeing auras. One of the first was when I had the privilege of meeting Rabbi Abraham Heschel, Martin Buber’s protégé. His countenance was a white halo. As I continued on my journey through all the challenges and triumphs, I found teachers whom I respected and also delved into disciplines that resonated with me.
I believe I received my natural intuitive gifts through my maternal grandmother, Shirley.
We shared a room while I was a young child, and Mama, as she was lovingly called, continued living with our family until her death. Our bond was immense. These roots run deep into the rich heritage of Eastern Europe and the Russian steppes. In fact, I am named after my grandmother, Shirley’s mother, whose name was Miriam. I recall hearing many stories about my maternal great-grandmother, who was the matriarch of a large and cultured family living in a town near Kiev.
Some of my global adventures are listed below to show the scope of my travels. I can easily go between cultures and continents as I integrate global wisdoms to help us today. As we progress in our own consciousness, we are able to expand from a personal to a more universal level. I see the truths of the sacred traditions and can connect this golden thread to the knowledge of modern scientific discoveries. I am honored to have had these experiences, for they have enriched me and my practice.
Compelled by my passion to learn about various ways of wellness and healing, and to gain a deeper understanding of the cultures of this precious planet, I developed a burning desire to travel beyond my Ivy League Master’s Degrees from Brown University. Inspired by the New England Transcendentalists, I craved to experience a more direct knowledge of numerous climes and locales and to truly honor our great Mother Earth.
I put aside my hesitation of leaving the familiar and allowed my convictions to lead me forward into the unknown. Back and forth I went–across America and then to England, Morocco, France, and Israel–exploring cities and countrysides as I internalized new healing perspectives, always feeling a deep connection with the land.
In tune with the great reverence that Native Americans have for nature, I too was in awe at the Grand Canyon, nestled at Esalen along the Big Sur Pacific coast, where I swam with dolphins. I stood in awe, marveling at Stonehenge, ate the most delicious couscous in Marrakech, and visited the pyramids outside of Cairo.
In Israel, I walked through mystical Safed in the footsteps of the Kabbalists, went up to Jerusalem to celebrate the joyous holiday of Purim, and experienced the magic of 
Bethlehem on Christmas Eve. More recently, in China, I practiced tai chi on the Great Wall, which seemed like an undulating dragon going on forever, listened to operatic music under a full moon at West Lake, and had the most fabulous feast overlooking the harbor in Hong Kong.
Each of these places called to me, but India mesmerized me as I visited Auroville, the UNESCO-recognized experiment in international living, brimming with the promise of the future. It draws people from around the world who live and work in this unique township. At its center, next to an ancient banyan tree, is the Matrimandir, a place of meditative concentration. It houses the largest crystal in the world, which was made by Zeiss of Switzerland. Words do not suffice to explain the powerful atmosphere and experience that occurs there.
Extending my initial visit in 1979 for a year, I also had the opportunity to visit the Jews of Cochin for Passover. Hosted by its leader, SS Koder, I had a unique holiday with homemade matzah and wine. The Jewish community traces its heritage back to King Solomon, who traded goods with India. After the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem, a remnant travelled to Cochin where they were put under 
the protection of the ruler and thrived. The synagogue is the oldest in the British Commonwealth. Inside, there are beautiful blue and white Chinese tiles. Being in this temple was just incredible and very special. Indira Gandhi, the Indian Prime Minister, attended the 400th anniversary of the synagogue in 1968.
In February 2016, I traveled with my daughter once again to Auroville and Pondicherry, at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, which was led by Mira Richard, a Parisian Jewish woman who is honorifically known as “The Mother.”
Sharing this adventure with my teenage daughter was – as you can imagine – quite special. As a Board Member on the Nakashima Foundation for Peace, I led the Nakashima Global Connections llI/A Meditation in the Light of the Supramental. It was held around the Nakashima Sacred Peace Table in the Hall of Peace in Auroville’s Unity Pavillion on February 25that 5:30 in the afternoon. To see a short video of the event go to this blog: https://www.wellnessagenda.com/adventureswithmydaughterinauroville/
Another board member was able to Skype in those members who gathered at the Nakashima Altar at The Cathedral of St. John the Divine in NYC. It was 6:30 in the morning there and 2:30 in the afternoon in Moscow at The Russian Academy of the Arts where there is another Sacred Peace Table! In the process of fulfilling the vision of the internationally renowned and honored American craftsman, designer, and woodworker George Nakashima, the Board has placed 3 pieces of art on 3 continents. The consecrated Altar is for the North American continent, the Sacred Peace Table in Auroville is for Asia and the Sacred Peace Table in Moscow is for Europe.
I have known Nakashima, his family and his work since 1975. This close relationship influenced my great admiration for Japanese culture and my becoming a certified Reiki Master Teacher.
Art has also played a large role in my spiritual refinement and sensibility. I spent 30 years in the Thomas J. Watson Library, the largest fine arts library in North and South America, and the galleries of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I facilitated a room by Nakashima in the Japanese Gallery and also led meditations throughout the Museum, in particular the Lehman Wing under the glass pyramid. Being privileged to wander through the encyclopedic collection on special tours as well as on my own intensified the transformative power of beauty for me and within me.
I have also met many inspiring people along my journey. A few are:
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Mathew Klein was my father, and he showed me the wisdom of both science and spirit. Growing up, our initials were the same, MK. He taught me how to play tennis, which he excelled at! We even had a ping pong table in our basement. I always felt a close connection to him, which over the years grew into a heartfelt, deep respect and love.
My father’s five sisters were quite imposing. A few were beautiful, and one thought she was Loretta Young. Whenever she entered a room, Aunt Lil seemed to twirl out her dress and wave.
His brother, Paulie, was the youngest. He mesmerized everyone with his adventures in Hollywood and how he helped a stylist with Marilyn Monroe’s hair.
So many stories, so little time, but allow me to say that they all influenced me when I was a youngster.
My dad came from a religious home but found refuge in science, especially bacteriology.
As the first in his family to attend college, he excelled academically. With scholarships, he went on to graduate work at Rutgers University and stayed in New Jersey for the rest of his life.
Mathew was a pioneering scientist in the field of environmental health. He began Garden State Laboratories in 1943. During the war years, his work was considered so essential to the state that he was deferred from actual battle to continue his research. The lab’s mission has grown over the decades to be the leading facility in public health in New Jersey, respected for its integrity and honesty.
As a little girl, I was intrigued by the logo he created. I thought the microscope was a rabbit and couldn’t understand why he would use it for the lab !😂
A righteous man, Mathew of blessed memory, did many good deeds often anonymously. He gave to charities, did the right thing, and helped others. How honored I am to have had him as my father!
One final word – about the most powerful healing I’ve experienced – that of my Mother’s passing in 2013. The following is an excerpt from The Great Dragon Empress. This chapter is in the #1 bestselling anthology, Pathways to Vibrant Health and Well Being, in which I was invited to participate.
“Hospice was called. I was hesitant, but the night before the nurses and social worker came, I had a clear “dreamvision”. My deceased father, Mathew, and maternal grandmother, Shirley, came to me and quite clearly said, “Make sure Kate is comfortable!” I replied, “Of course.”
The first words the social worker spoke to me were, “We are here to make the patient comfortable.” When I heard her words, I became quiet and surrendered to the process. Clearly, all was in perfect timing and the correct action.
After the appropriate medicine, Kate became engaged again. The nurses said nine more days when I asked for a timeline. They did not know my mother.
For the next two months, they came. Kate had a very strong constitution and will! I played the music she liked, along with special organ sounds which vibrated through to her cells, bringing peace. She smiled as she inhaled the fragrant pink roses from her garden, which she loved. Lavender relaxed her.
Mother and I laughed. I prayed. We reminisced and I told her what her granddaughter was doing during her summer days.
One late afternoon, my daughter Maddye, her granddaughter got a free makeover at a Chanel counter. She looked amazing. We rushed home, awoke Mom from her “sleep” and told her what had happened. She opened her eyes, looked at Maddye, and without missing a beat said, ”Only the best for us!” Then she closed her eyes and drifted away. I laughed, for she often had said that very phrase.
Her consciousness intrigued me, and I often meditated with her. I felt like a sentinel on the edge as she hovered between this life and the next. For decades, I had shared my work and discoveries with her. Compelled, I had traveled internationally to study various modalities of healing and meditation. Kate had even tried deep breathing and some of my exercises. For three years, I had used these techniques to keep her as well as possible after a calamitous fall she had while in Paris. Now, I was using them to help her transition.
A majestic dignity surrounded her as the tunnel of light beckoned her forward. The here and “the other side” compressed into moments of now. Every moment became precious. My life experience had brought me to this very place. My passion was laid at her feet.
The atmosphere in my mother’s room was so very refined and exquisite that I did not want to leave her side. When I had to be with other people, they seemed coarse and “heavy”. I would return as quickly as possible to the sanctuary of Kate’s room. A holiness permeated the atmosphere. Angels were close, gently moving their wings. Mathew caressed her lovingly as Shirley awaited with maternal patience.
As Kate was being prepared to ascend, so I, too, was going through a transition, becoming more grounded and centered. My psychic gifts expanded as my soul widened. A vibrant healing was taking place within me as I accepted my own clairvoyance and wisdom. Another layer of distraction was peeled away to make room for further mindfulness. I stepped further into my own power.
The nurses were amazed that she had clung to life for so long. They sensed something special in the atmosphere around Kate. I shared my work with them. Most importantly, they felt the great love we all had for one another.
But it was time for Kate to move on. In the beginning of August, she started to change. Her complexion was no longer pink as it had been. Her body was shutting down as her soul shone on. I went into meditation. How can I help her? What more is there to do?
And then, I saw a directive and vision one early Friday evening. As I describe in the poem at the end;
“I saw her soul rise up through her body as a plume of light,
Shimmering, iridescent pastels: all sweetness.
It began at her feet and grew larger as her soul being traveled through, and finally
Reached her crown: all glory.”
The following day, on Shabbat Saturday, Maddye told her grandmother it was ok to go, as all of her children had done. This was to put Kate at ease that we would all be fine and take care of one another. Twenty-four hours after my vision, Kate exhaled her last breath as I walked into her room. She had chosen to go alone, exerting her will – as usual – to choose as she wished. I was honored to step in at my mother’s very moment of departure, which now was her ultimate healing.
After 91 years on earth, Kate’s soul was free as she dropped her body.
The Great Dragon Empress: your glory shines on brilliantly, your memory is a blessing forever.
The following poem was written by me. I read it at my mother’s funeral.
The Great Dragon Empress
In between breaths Kate rose up into the Light.
As gently as a rose opens itself and offers its petals to the Divine.
Purity arising from a perfect consecration while clinging to Truth,
She was surrounded by Love as she surrendered her life into the great eternal embrace.
I saw her soul rise up through her body as a plume of light,
Shimmering, iridescent pastels: all sweetness.
It began at her feet and grew larger as her soul being travelled through and finally
Reached her crown: all glory.
I was humbled to witness. I was honored to help her on her journey.
She is now all Light and Love.”