Today we’d like to introduce you to Irene Weinberg

Hi Irene, please kick things off for us with an introduction to yourself and your story.

“Saul has to go. Many lessons will be learned from his death.”
My husband Saul and I were in our house on a lovely fall Sunday afternoon. He was watching football in the den while I washed dishes in the kitchen, some classical music on low in the background. Those words were so clear and so clearly being spoken to me that I actually turned to look behind me to see if someone had come into the room. There was no one else there.
I went into the den to bring Saul a glass of water. Standing behind him, I kissed the top of his head and pressed my cheek against his soft, red beard. We watched the game together that way for a few minutes. I took a deep breath to push away those words that had forced themselves into my mind, but it was hard to ignore that somebody somewhere was telling me I might lose the love of my life.
A few months later, that’s just what happened.
It was the week before Christmas, and we were finally able to escape to our ski house in the Catskills. It had always been a sanctuary for both of us, and Saul badly needed a break after suffering through a grueling month of business upsets. It may have been the fact that the message had warned me of an enormous change to come; I’m not sure. Whatever the reason, I must have known this might have been his time to go. Because of all that, I was determined to make this his weekend.
And it was great. We went to all the restaurants he loved, we skied on his favorite slopes, and we spent time with dear friends. That night, Saul held me close and said, “I’m so lucky and thankful to have you in my life.”
On the way home the next day, he fell asleep at the wheel. As I felt the car go into a swerve, I cried out, “Saul!” Hearing me, he picked his head up off his chest and, with an unnatural calm, tried to right the car. As he turned the wheel, the car swerved so sharply in the middle of the road that we became airborne. Just before it flipped over the first time, I heard these words reverberate within and around me:
“He’s not going to make it. You are.” On the 2nd flip, I left my body for what seemed like a short while, found myself in blackness, and then felt myself return to my body as the car continued to flip two more times.
Somehow, I was in a state of total acceptance. There was something about these words, along with the other message, that gave me strength. Shock may have had something to do with it too, I suppose, but I don’t think shock alone would’ve kept me that calm. When we landed, the car rolled down a steep embankment. It was totaled. I looked at Saul, saying, “Saul, are you OK?” and saw that he was “gone.” I was next to the shell of my husband and knew all through me that he was dead.
He was gone, while I survived. Saul’s beautiful, outrageous spirit was no longer in his body. His warm, strong arms, his intelligent blue eyes, and his big, gorgeous heart were all lifeless now.
Even though I hadn’t died, my injuries were so severe that I wondered how much longer I might be alive. Something had happened to my right eye—it felt like it was on fire. My collarbone had totally reversed itself, and the bone of my shoulder, which had sustained the strongest blows, had pushed so far out of my skin that it felt like I’d sprouted an angel wing. I’d lost the ACL in my right knee. And worst of all, a jagged piece of metal had pierced an artery in my foot so deeply that I was hemorrhaging.
As I started trying to help myself, I felt the car being turned over.
Next, the two strong arms of an EMT were reaching in through my broken window, grabbing me by the shoulders, and beginning to pull me out. It was then that I heard a third and final message that confirmed the other two messages for me beyond any doubt. This one was a voice that trumpeted into my head, saying to me:
“Be loving and kind to everyone.”
I had just lost the love of my life. I was battered, cold, and bleeding profusely, but these words managed to fill me with love, compassion, and a profound knowing. I knew I was being given a directive from heaven itself. I was so kind and loving to each person as they loaded me into the helicopter to fly me to a trauma center, to the surgeon who would put 19 stitches into an artery in my right foot and the medical personnel around me, as members of my family, summoned by the police, came to see me, that I received a call from the assistant to the surgeon 3 months after the accident, telling me that I had changed lives in the emergency room that night.
I spent 3 days in the hospital. When I returned home, I was in a wheelchair, grappling with all sorts of challenges, but I also sensed “something was up.” Six weeks after the accident, my dry cleaner called me, inviting me to accompany him and his wife to see the famous medium John Edward at a Gallery. I drove to their home 5 towns away, and they drove me to the Gallery. During the Gallery, Saul came through for 40 minutes with undeniable evidence of his transition to the Other Side. I began to see other mediums and began receiving more messages from Saul with proof of his soul survival, all with one similar message: that Saul and I were soulmates, and we had planned for this lifetime, and that if Saul had to leave early, it would begin a Divine Plan for us. The first step was for me to write my 5-star rated book, which I titled They Serve Bagels in Heaven: One Couple’s Story of Love, Eternity and The Cosmic Importance of Everyday Life.

Three years later, the word “podcast” came into my head. I’m a baby boomer; I didn’t know what a podcast was, but I knew it was another directive from heaven. This led to my podcast Grief and Rebirth: Finding the Joy in Life. I interview grief and trauma specialists, mediums, healers, and people who have met tremendous challenges in their lives, healed and transformed their lives. The podcast can be found through my web site www.IreneWeinberg.com/podcast and it now has a glowing, growing presence on  YouTube. In addition, I was guided to put together an anthology titled Good To The Last Drop! Embracing Your Life’s Third Chapter. The book explores life-changing experiences that have overcome grief and loss and found ways to move forward to find new joy and purpose while bettering their own lives and the lives of others. Many people are becoming inspired after reading Good To The Last Drop!

We all face challenges, but looking back would you describe it as a relatively smooth road?

I’ve had four surgeries.
Much personal drama after Saul’s death. Health challenges, family challenges, business challenges.
I worked with a Life Transition Coach, mediums, and an energy healer after the accident to help me heal and cope.
Could not share with people in my world the profound spiritual awakening I had experienced; they would judge me and think I was “crazy,” yet I knew this was real and pursued what is my soul’s purpose.

Alright, so let’s switch gears a bit and talk business. What should we know?

The international award-winning, Grief and Rebirth: Finding the Joy in Life Podcast, which is touching and helping people all over the world, is educating, enlightening, and providing healing choices through interviews with grief and trauma specialists, healers, mediums, and people who have inspiring stories of healing, transformation, and rebirth to share.

What were you like growing up?

I had a very dysfunctional childhood. My mother was a battered woman, my parents abandoned me for 23 years, and I divorced my first husband, who was abusive when my son was 1 ½ years old. I married Saul when my son was 3 years old, and we got custody of my two stepchildren, who I helped to raise in their teens. I played the violin; in college, I majored in music and minored in business. I have been a Buyer for Macy’s, owned 2 children’s stores, and helped my husband in his real estate development business.
I have a vivacious, resilient personality, and love to laugh. I’m a “high sensitive,” and my first difficult marriage led me to therapy, which was a lifesaver for me and started me on my healing journey. I now have 3 grandsons who call me Gaga, who I adore.

Contact Info:

• Website: https://ireneweinberg.com/podcast/
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