Press Coverage

Perfection - A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal

Hyperion Books

June 2009

by Julie Metz

Bhakti Sondra Shaye Hyperion Books ...I wrote to Eliana. She didn't think I was crazy. She said there were people I could find to help with this kind of "energy" problem. I lived in Park Slope - not California but still a New Age mecca; there had to be someone here who wouldn't laugh at me.

When I sheepishly mentioned my predicament to a neighborhood friend, she told me, to my surprise, that she'd once hired a woman to visit her house for what was termed a "spiritual cleansing." She e-mailed me the contact information. A week later a sprite of a woman appeared at my door. She said that before she became a spiritual healer she'd been an attorney. With thoughtful, no-nonsense movements, she filled a spray bottle with kitchen tap water, chanted prayers, and then walked through the apartment spraying water here and there, whispering more quiet prayers. "He was here," she remarked calmly as she peered into the corners of the living room, as if confirming that Henry [my deceased husband] was no longer huddled behind the couch. "It's not good when they linger. He needed help moving on."

Yes, yes, move on, please move on.

"Now you will find that this home will feel refreshed and you will work well here," she said. We hugged. She thanked me as she accepted my check and left. I wasn't sure what had happened, but as I watched her walk down the stairs of my front stoop, I felt better already.

January 8, 2007, passed peacefully. I had found happiness and productivity in our new home. I purchased a Yahrzeit memorial candle from the grocery store; Liza and I had a quiet moment together. I hoped that if Henry dropped in for a visit from his astral plane, he would observe our family life and leave us in peace....