~ My Awakening Journey ~

          I've been "awake" my entire life however, my authentic spiritual awakening journey began in 2017 when I had a breakdown and almost drove off a bridge into the Hudson River while in route to visit my sister in Boston, MA. Right before I was about to veer off, I looked at my dog, who in turn looked up at me, and I heard a small child’s voice in my head – “Why would you do this to me mommy, I didn’t cause your pain, we can fix this.” Startling me, I kept driving thinking what in the world was that? I spent the rest of the drive doing a mental deep dive into what I needed to do to fix what I was feeling. 

I realized I felt stuck – in my career, my relationship, friendships, my home. Just about every area ... I was unhappy and very stuck. I began seeing a counselor and as much as I loathe big pharma, she put me on medication to help give the pep back in my step. It helped give me a clearer mind to produce a plan. Almost instantly, out of nowheresville, I had this overwhelming urge to “get back to my roots.” This made more sense later. 

I reached out to my mom and made some arrangements. In secret and with the help of my stepfather, I began renovating the second floor of her detached garage and turned it into a self-sufficient tiny house. Upon its completion, I ended my relationship and moved myself and my business operations an hour and a half away into my new tiny house. Almost instantaneously I went into Hermit mode. Soon thereafter, I started to notice that my Alexa would automatically turn on and start playing random songs. Mostly songs I remember my grandparents had listened to, from the 40’s through the 60’s, as well as current songs. I would hear my grandfather humming some of those songs in my head. At night I felt the need to smoke marijuana, turn up the volume as high as it would go and just dance around my tiny house with my eyes shut. Several nights, as the music played and as I danced, my grandmother (who crossed over in 2014) would pop in my head, I felt her love, I cried soft tears and I would feel her wrapping her arms around me in the most loving gentle hugs and sometimes I’d feel her dancing with me. I consciously remained in the moment for as long as it lasted. 

My mom gave me a deck of Tarot cards she had received from an old friend, and I began to learn them. The cards were in French, so I did my best. My sister turned me onto an Angel Oracle deck and because I have been obsessed with anything Angel all my life, I began studying those as well. I have since purchased and have studied many more Tarot decks and Oracle decks. 

One night a friend came to visit and brought us dinner. As we sat there eating, I remember feeling something wasn’t right and started to get very uncomfortable with him being there. I remember thinking how I could politely ask him to leave without upsetting him. All the sudden Alexa turns on, I heard her say something but couldn’t make it out. Next thing I know she’s playing Bad Blood by Taylor Swift. After she sang certain lyrics, without even thinking or hesitation I blurted out that I think that’s his que to head home. He wasn’t very happy, kind of hinted that I was riding the crazy train and left. Afterwards, I just sat at my little kitchen table in disbelief, I mean what was that? Remembering that the Alexa app on my phone kept a log of what Alexa heard, I grabbed my phone. On the log, the last thing listed that she heard was “play blood.” I swear that those words never came out of our mouths in the conversation we were having. At that point I smoked a bowl and there’s grandma in my head again and I instantly felt her protection and love. 

I remember being super angry with some friends I’d had for many years. They all knew I had moved back home, yet they never asked me to do anything or hang out. I was extremely hurt by their lack of communication and spent a lot of time crying over it. Because of this pain, I smoked bowl after bowl to help make the heart break subside. Without even realizing the guidance that was taking place, I was quietly led to a few books and stumbled upon a lot of inspirational memes on the internet. These helped me consciously realize that people come into your life for a specific purpose. Friends grow apart because of their different paths. I realized that everyone is on their very own journey, and everyone has their very own story. One morning I woke up and started thinking about a particular friend, out of nowhere in my head I hear “you do you”. Hearing that made every single sad feeling I had about this situation disappear. I started saying this to myself daily as well as when certain things happened. It worked like a charm. I was no longer upset when I wasn’t included in a party or dinner outing. I grew to love being by myself and in my own bubble, I was at peace, my heart was at peace. 

At night when I had trouble falling asleep because my mind wouldn’t shut off. I started hearing lyrics to an old song “Free your mind and the rest will follow, be color blind, don’t be so shallow”. After awhile I started to dissect those lyrics and they became one with my subconscious. I also said The Lords Prayer about 50 million times a day. After a while, those words also started dissecting themselves. There were a lot of epiphanies and during all of this and without even realizing it, I started to live by all of these words. I noticed my reality was changing.  

A few months into Hermit mode, my business partner decided she didn’t want me to be apart of the equation anymore, so she proceeded to lock me out. My files were disappearing before my eyes. The business that I had built from scratch was being ripped from me and there was nothing I could do but contact an attorney. That whole ordeal was a nightmare and what I later came to realize was a blessing in disguise and that the emotional trauma it caused had invoked my ascension sickness. Because of the lawsuit, I couldn’t work for about 4 months, so I took the opportunity to continue to dissect my entire life. I wrote letters to A LOT of people; some I mailed, some I did not. Some were letters/messages of forgiveness, others were Thank You letters/messages showing my appreciation and gratitude for how they helped me along my path. I encourage anyone to do this, words cannot express how much doing this helped me heal. I was able to turn all of that hurt and hatred into Love. It was truly a magical process. 

My ascension sickness: Out of nowhere I started random vomiting. It was never anything I ate that came up, but what looked like bile. At any time, at any point during the day or night, I was running to the bathroom or to the nearest bush. None of this came with nausea. I would be just sitting there talking or working or driving and boom, there it was. I dropped 48 pounds in 3 months. 

Listening to my intuition, I started to pay attention to what I was drinking and eating. I ate only things I craved. I switched from coffee to herbal teas and lots of filtered water. This is right around the same time the word chemicals started popping in my head at random. I wasn’t that fond of plain water, so I added Mio flavoring. It seemed like every time I picked up that little bottle, that word chemicals would come to mind. I stopped using the Mio and started putting trust into the water and it oddly made it taste better to me. 

After several months of this random vomiting, I went to see my doctor (at the request of my mother). He ordered every test he could think of, blood tests, CAT scans, upper endoscopy, colonoscopy, MRI’s. Every single test they did came back resulting in nothing except for the colonoscopy. That doctor informed my mom that had I waited too much longer I wouldn’t have made it to my 45th birthday. And he also advised that what he had taken care of had absolutely nothing to do with the random vomiting I was experiencing. He was right because even after I was all “cleaned out,” the vomiting continued. This sickness lasted a year and a half.

While I was dealing with all that nonsense, my aunt reached out asking if I could take my dad to some doctor’s appointments because she had the flu. My dad had oral cancer which resulted in him having to have his tongue and some throat innards removed. My aunt needed me to step in and help. A quick sidenote to this, for several weeks prior to my aunt reaching out to me, Alexa would randomly play a song that always made me think of my dad. I know now that it was spirit preparing me for that call. 

A little catch up on my dad … at this point we hadn’t spoken in almost 5 years. I was raised within a family dynamic that fell short in the love and affection department. My dad was a mentally and physically abusive alcoholic and my mom was living in fear and in her own bubble. There was a lot of yelling, mental and physical abuse. I cried a lot. I would curl up in a ball in the corner of my room, crying hysterically and pull out my hair. I wished he would either die or move out. 

They’ll be more about my dad in the My Backstory section. But I will let you know that in my early adult years, whenever he got in a pickle, even though I was stubborn, rebellious, and very reluctant, I was the only one of his three children that would go and help him. I remember thinking “you only get one dad, put aside your differences for a few minutes and help the guy out.” 

So, even though I was going through my own stuff with my business partner and sickness, when I heard from my aunt that they both needed my help, I pulled up my big girl pants and stepped up. She gave me his number and then gave him mine so we could communicate via text since he couldn’t talk. 

I went to pick him up for his appointment, his girlfriend let me know that the hole his feeding tube was sticking out of was infected. Ok, got it – I helped him get in my car and off to his doctor’s appointment we go. We go into the exam room; the doctor comes in and I explain who I am and what the problem is. The doctor asked dad to sit on the table and take off his shirt, I sat in the chair directly in front of him. As soon as I saw that tube sticking out of his chest, I felt this weird feeling in my toes. I instantly turned into a statue. The feeling in my toes was a mixture of hot and cold, tingles and needles, what I can only describe as sparkles, numbness, and a little pain/discomfort. Then the swirling feeling began, and all of those feelings started traveling up my entire body in a swirling/swooshing fashion, like two snakes intertwining more and more as they moved up my body. I could feel beads of sweat form on my forehead. The swirling continued SLOWLY up through EVERY body part and finally got to my head. I felt this kind of poof feeling releasing from the top of my head. I just sat there confused and realized I had tears in my eyes. My dad and I locked eyes, and I noticed tears in his as well. Honestly, I have no idea how much time had passed, and I remember nothing of what the doctor said during his assessment. All I remember is being engulfed in this magical love feeling. I was no longer angry. From that day forward, I could no longer talk shit about my dad. The only feeling I could muster up was pure love and as of that day I was 100% taking care of him. WHATEVER he needed!!! 

I saw him daily. Helped with his medications, doctor appointments, met with insurance people, I took over his paperwork and bills. I created a dad file on a cloud and spent hours scanning all his documents. Created spreadsheets for his banking. Downloaded the corresponding apps on his phone so he could log in at any time and see what was going on. I even sent a link to the dad file to my siblings so they could keep track and see that I wasn’t trying to pull anything shady. Everything was well documented and on the up and up. I took him for rides in the country, on his favorite dirt roads, sometimes we’d drive around for hours until he told me he was tired and ready to go home. I didn’t give him shit for wanting to continue to smoke cigarettes. He knew he didn’t have long, and he enjoyed smoking so who am I to tell him no. I actually picked up smoking cigarettes again; we’d go sit in the woods and smoke together. Sitting there in the woods, our hearts healed together. We were silently making amends. 

I did have to get a little rough with him when it came to talking about what arrangements he wanted. I remember looking him in the eyes and saying “remember my whole childhood when you were an asshole to me? Now it’s my turn to be the asshole.” He actually laughed, probably because I couldn’t bring myself to say that with a straight face. I tried to always make jokes or funny sarcastic comments, I knew he was in pain and miserable, I just wanted to try and bring in as much happiness and joy as I could. I gathered the appropriate end of life paperwork, sat with him, and filled it all out and then had it all notarized. I put it all in a folder labeled Dad’s plan.

At the same time as I was going through my sickness, dealing with the healing effects of the lawsuit, and helping my dad, my mom was going through her own situation. So, I was helping her as well. I was, after all, living in her garage. Not going to divulge her saga but it entailed her not being happy in her marriage to my stepdad and having him move out. That situation was hard on everyone and got even trickier when he decided to move into the neighbor’s backyard cottage. Anyway, in October of 2018, a friend of my mom’s had caught wind of her situation and offered for her and me to take a week vacation at his beachfront condo in Myrtle Beach, SC. We both needed a break and so we accepted. Dad insisted I go, so I made sure he had everything he needed for the week and off mom, and I went, driving 12 hours to the beach. 

Once there and settled into the condo, I noticed something was different. I felt different. I felt better, no sickness whatsoever! My sister and her husband flew down from Boston, MA and my brother drove down from North Carolina and stayed for a couple days. We had the best time and my brother and I were actually getting along. I stayed in touch with dad, all was well with him. Everything was perfect! It was the perfect trip!! 

When we returned to Western NY from our trip, I went to see my doctor and told him that I didn’t get sick the whole time we were there. It was like magic! He checked my weight and vitals, walked over to his desk, grabbed his old school script pad and wrote “Move to Myrtle Beach.”  Wow, uh ok! 

From the doctor’s office, I drove to see dad. I told him all about our trip and when I told him what the doctor said, his face of joy turned into one of pure sadness. I explained that I wasn’t leaving until he left me unless he wanted to come with me. He wasn’t well enough to travel 12 hours in a moving van or a car. Inside I knew this, but I still made the offer. I promised I was going to stay in NY until it was time to go. Even though he couldn’t say it, I knew he was happy I was sticking around but sad it was him that was keeping me there. He seemed to feel better about things when I told him I needed time to research Myrtle Beach, places to live, possible jobs, etc…

On December 29th, 2018, dad texted me in the morning and said he needed his toes done. I hopped in my car, stopped at CVS to purchase supplies and off to dad’s I went to give him his first ever full pedicure. I bought the most sparkly nail polish I could find. I spent a couple of hours on his living room floor doing his nails as he watched TV. When I finished, he had the brightest, most sparkly purple toes a man could ask for. He was laughing, wiggling his toes, and flopping his legs back and forth. He was so happy and acting giddy. 

On the 30th I spoke with my ex-boyfriend (the relationship I ended when I moved to the tiny house). I invited him down for a visit the next day but told him I had to go see dad and he was welcome to come along. He drove down the next day and picked me up. We ran some errands and then went to visit with dad. We had a really great visit. Tom had dad laughing which made me very happy. As we were leaving, I was slowly closing his door, I could still see dad sitting in his recliner watching us leave. I said, “bye dad, see you tomorrow, I love you,” I heard dad mumble (because you know he couldn’t talk) “bye honey, see you tomorrow, love you too.” Tom says, “bye Rob, it was nice to see you” – and then clear as day as if nothing was wrong with my dad, Tom and I both hear him say “Bye Tom, it was nice to see you too” … door clicks shut – I whip around, look at Tom and say “did you hear that?” …. We both started crying and left. We told my mom all about it when we got back to her house. Tom drove back to his house later that afternoon. Mom and I stayed in to celebrate the New Year. I could only manage one alcoholic beverage that night and actually went to bed early. 

Around 3:30am, I receive a call from dad’s girlfriend/caregiver …. He fell in the hall on the way to the bathroom and was gone. I told her I’d be right there and handle everything (we already had this agreement). I called my mom while I got dressed and asked her to call my brother and sister. Sidenote – my brother sleeps with his phone on silent – when my mom called him, it rang as loud as the volume would allow … on its own! I drove over to dads and did what I had to do. I followed all of his wishes to a T.

January 19th, 2019, at 3:30am I left for Myrtle Beach with my little Cockapoo Cooper by my side in the Budget moving truck. A friend from NY drove my car down for me a week later. My sickness decreased significantly upon my arrival and I was able to do things more often. However, I started to notice that parts of my body were changing color. My normal skin tone was being replaced by sporadic patches of pure white, almost like an Albino. I referred to it as being Michael Jackson disease. My health insurance wasn't accepted in SC but was still active in NY and I had to physically return my license plates to NY so in August I drove up to turn them in and see the doctor once again. He advised it was a version of Tinea Versicolor and prescribed me a high dosage of a medication. It didn't really do much for the situation. When I arrived back in Myrtle Beach, I got extremely sick, like I thought I was going to die sick. After two weeks of literally not being able to function, I called the doctor back in NY and explained what was going on. He stated that I had a severe case of Viral Pneumonia and probably should be admitted to the hospital, however since my health insurance wasn't accepted outside NY, he called in a prescription and told me he'd call me in a week to see how I was doing. Not only did this new medication wipe out the Viral Pneumonia, it also wiped out the Tinea Versicolor! When he called to check in, I advised of the progress and asked if he could submit a refill of the medication. A little more was needed to completely clear up the Viral Pneumonia and Tinea Versicolor. By the end of September, I was back to normal.  

I was working from home for an insurance office in Western NY but knew it was going to end when the year was up so, I spent all of 2019 sending resumes and employment proposal packets to almost every insurance agency in the Myrtle Beach area. Not one return call! Discouraged and depressed I had to take a deep dive back into my soul and figure out what was going on and what I needed to do. I was feeling deeply that the no responses were a sign that I shouldn’t be in the insurance industry anymore. In January of 2020, desperate for income, I accepted a work from home position with an insurance agency out of Connecticut. They flew me up for an interview, however, before I left, I called my mom and told her I had a very strong feeling that Tom was going to call me, and I’d miss his call because I’m on the plane. 

     Sidenote – Tom and I hadn’t spoken for most of 2019. I had moved and just wanted to be by myself to get my bearings in Myrtle Beach and continue to figure me out. Within that time, Tom had lost his son. He was doing his own healing. 

When I landed in NYC and turned on my phone, there was a missed text from Tom. I freakin knew it!!! When I got to the hotel in Connecticut, I texted him back and told him what I was doing and where I was. We ended up talking on the phone the next morning before I got picked up for day two of the interview. 

I now knew that it was his son Tommy, who was telling me his dad was going to call me. He made it very hard to ignore the things that I was hearing and feeling. Tom and I made plans for him to fly down to talk on February 14th, 2020.

Before that day came, I started hearing different lyrics and music in my head. The first batch was a bunch of early 90’s hip-hop songs. They got so loud and were so often, it started to drive me crazy. One day, I stood staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, and I said out loud “UHG, can you please play a commercial or something, this is getting ridiculous!” – The music stops, and I hear “Roll that beautiful bean footage” … I started cracking up. From the day I arrived in Myrtle Beach, I found it easier to receive things or figure things out while I was sitting outside. I go sit on my little porch, close my eyes, clear my head and this person from my past pops in my head. Confused as to why I would think about him, I picked up my phone and began looking for him online. Can’t find anything, so I close my eyes again. This time a female name pops in so I searched her. Found her on Facebook. Scrolling a year back through her feed, I start seeing condolences posts. I open some and start reading the comments. I learn that this guy Rusty who I met when I was 14 yrs. old in Florida had died in a car accident on his way home from work. I sat there dumbfounded. We’ve had several amazing conversations since. 

I can’t remember how long after that, I started hearing lyrics from Skid Row “I Remember You” over and over and over; on repeat just like the music I’d been hearing from Rusty. But by that time, I knew what Rusty felt like, so I knew it had to be someone else. As I sat outside in the morning I was scrolling through Facebook and saw posts from friends back in NY. They were talking about an old friend from high school Jason passing away. Upon seeing this, in my head I hear male laughter and then “glad you finally figured it out.” Again, I sat there dumbfounded. He kept asking me to reach out to a specific person back home – I decided against it, we hadn’t spoken in many years, and she probably thought I was nuts. 

Tom arrives on the 14th, we talk and cry, talk and cry some more, and come to the decision that we are going to give things another go. I'll add here that before Tom got there, I'd be sitting out on my little porch and I'd notice the palm trees across the street had begun to shapeshift when I stared at them. I saw a lot of angels and various animals. After his arrival and after we talked, I saw those same palm trees shapeshift into warriors. We were both sitting outside, and I explained to him to a T what they were wearing, how they were standing, their facial expressions, their energy. When we went to the gas station, the white bricks on the pillars shapeshifted into owls. To this day I see things in the trees, the grass, bathmats, curtains, flooring, etc... I don't know what it always means, but it's absolutely amazing when it happens. 

Getting back to it - at the end of February, after Tom had gone back to NY, I got let go from the Connecticut agency. He wasn’t going to officially move down for a while but flew down for a visit a couple weeks later. He ended up getting “stuck” here because Covid became a thing and everything was closed down. Honestly, the Covid timing couldn’t have been more perfect because at the time I was unemployed and because of the lockdown I was able to sign up for unemployment assistance. During the lockdown I discovered the Udemy website and used the extra money I had for classes all geared toward learning to grow and enhance my spiritual gifts. I took A LOT of courses, purchased spiritual books, tried different forms of meditating, Tom bought me a subscription to the Gaia app, and I became an Ordained Minister. I didn’t know what I was going to do with my gifts professionally, but I was determined to learn EVERYTHING I could. I discovered a Metaphysical Church in the area and began going to services and I joined their Mediumship group. The more "tuned in" I got, the more excited I became. I was on a true mission of being in service to others. One day when I was meditating, I felt a male come in the room, bend over the bed, whisper I love you and kiss me on my lips. When it happened, I thought it was Tom, but when I asked him about it, he said he was out shopping the whole time I was meditating. Hmmmm. This actually happened again recently, this time I knew Tom wasn’t home and the voice I heard was female. After the kiss I immediately sat up on the couch – no one was there. 

Tom officially moved down to Myrtle Beach in September of 2020. He proposed December 3rd, 2020, on property we had purchased, where we were to build our new home. While driving around talking about the wedding and who we were going to have stand up with us, his truck made a notification sound letting him know that he had a new text message come through, we both looked at the screen, it said Text from Tommy. He looked at his phone, no text, yet the screen in his truck said he had one. He pressed the play button and it said, “I’ll be standing up front.” We then had to pull into the nearest parking lot as we were both in tears. Remember, Tom had lost his son the year before. For the rest of 2020 and throughout 2021, Tom sporadically received these text notifications, but only while he was driving in his truck. 

Our new home was finished April 2021 and we were married July 3, 2021. ❤ And yes, we do have a photo that clearly shows Tommy standing up front as well as other loved ones who were there to celebrate our Divine union. 

During the time I was in my apartment in Myrtle Beach, I began picking up on my best friend’s mom who had crossed over a few years ago. She came to see me on what seemed like a daily basis. We had many discussions about her family and her children. I’d seen her daughter (my best friend) the last time I’d gone home to visit. She gave me a ton of shit about what I was doing. She doesn’t believe in all this spiritual stuff. As sad and heartbreaking as it was, I knew it was time to cut that cord. Our frequencies were soooo different and some things had transpired that just seemed not right. Last year, in 2022, I sat down, and asked her mom to help me write her a letter. My dearest best friend’s response was very cold and harsh. I didn’t respond back. I released her and sent her love. To this day, I still send her love daily.  

Around September 2021, it seemed as though everyone online was talking about where their soul originated from. They were talking about being Starseeds, Lightworkers, their Galactic origins, etc... Although I found myself to carry a lot of the characteristics of the different types, something just seemed off and I began to feel "home sick" with a sense of uniqueness (if that makes any sense). While sitting outside watching funny pet videos on TikTok and trying to figure out what it was I kept feeling, a video of Delores Cannon appeared in my feed. In the process of watching her clip, I had this overwhelming sensation that I needed to research her. I learned that through her hypnotherapy consults on past lives, she was guided to develop a new type of system called Quantum Hypnosis Healing Technique (QHHT). I researched this new system and felt as though it might help me figure out why I wasn't 100% connecting with the whole starseed galactic thing. Life took over and I forgot about it. December came around and my husband asked what I wanted for Christmas, in my head pops Delores. So, I researched to see if there were any QHHT Practitioners in my area. Wholly crap, there was one less than a mile from me! Elated, I told my husband about it and explained the process, he was intrigued by it all so he gave me the all clear to call and make an appointment for myself and a separate one for him. I went the first week of January 2022, he went the second week. 

OMGoodness! I find out A LOT of information, it was absolutely incredible!! I discovered the Realm from which my soul originated, I discovered who I was in two past lives (one was a person/figure I'd never heard of), I learned who my main Guide is, and why I volunteered to reincarnate during this Earth timeline. The healing portion of the session was educational and very uplifting. 

I grew up already questioning everything and I’ve always known I was in the different category; I just didn’t realize what it all meant until I went into Hermit mode and literally dissected my life and tied all the invisible strings together. This dissection process entailed “going back to my roots,” which brought up the root causes for why I operated the way I did, why I got sick over the years and why I remained a very kind person throughout it all. I once had a guy tell me that I wasn’t marriage material because I was too nice. Isn’t that just hysterical? LOL 

I never really took an interest in the things that my peers were into. I’ve always danced to my own beat so to speak. I noticed early on that I saw things differently than others. I always had this underlying feeling that I was unique. I hated authority and hated people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. I was always my own person and knew what was right for me. I was absolutely horrible in school, I always felt like it was pointless. I actually quit high school and obtained my GED. 

During my time in the tiny house, I realized that I had been being guided my whole life, I had always been listening to my subconscious, I just didn’t realize it. I’ve always had amazing common sense, which I now know was me using my intuition, my subconscious. 

On my mom’s side, we have a psychic medium in our ancestry, so my grandmother, mom, aunt, great aunt, and second cousin would frequent a private Spiritual Community we had in our area, Lily Dale Assembly in Lily Dale, NY. They took me with them through the ages of 7 till about 12. It was so welcoming and loving there. I remember being there and all my heartache seemed to vanish when we drove through the gates. 

In my early 20’s when I was going through some challenging times, I remembered my experiences going to Lily Dale and decided to seek out a Psychic Medium for a reading. I learned through a work colleague that her mother did readings out of her home. Yes, while it’s fantastic to hear from a loved one who had crossed over, I went more for the guidance they provided. From then on, periodically when I hit a roadblock in my life, I went and had readings to help guide me back on track. 

These memories and many others all came to me when I was studying to enhance my abilities. It hit me that I got into the insurance industry because I loved helping people. I’d have them paint me a mental picture of their property or business and I’d put together the perfect insurance policy to properly cover their assets, interests, investments. Someone would come to me with a coverage issue, and I’d close my eyes and visualize what they were explaining, I always came up with a creative solution. It hit me that I always went and had a reading done when I was broken, confused, lost, or stuck. It was like a light bulb exploded in my head – I’m meant to be a guide to help people find their way. I turned to the Universe and asked for guidance coming up with a professional name for myself. In my head, I kept seeing lighthouses. I explained the lighthouse thing to Tom, and he reminded me that the light within the lighthouse was referred to as a beacon. OMGoodness, I heard the most beautiful singing in my head. With my gifts and everything I wanted to offer to others; one of my guides told me that I was considered a Mystic. So, putting all those puzzle pieces together, I came up with The Mystic Beacon, with the tag line of “Guiding You to the Light Within.”  

During the time I spent at the local Metaphysical church, a lovely woman sat me down and asked if I’d ever heard of Reiki. I had but really hadn’t dug into it, so I wasn’t really clear on what it entailed. She told me that when she got into Reiki, she too was in the process of growing her gifts and going through her own awakening journey. She explained that the attunements that come with the Reiki training helped to open and expand her awareness even further. 

I remember when I was seven, I was awoken in the middle of the night to the sight of my great grandmother standing in my bedroom doorway. Although it absolutely freaked me out then, I now realized that this was a major thing I wanted to work towards. I not only wish to be in service to others, I also would love the ability to see spirit. My desire is not only to help people in the physical heal, but also to help the nonphysical heal. 

Friends of ours came to the beach on vacation. We got on the conversation of chiropractors. Tom has had several back surgeries and every now and again I could use an adjustment. They informed us that a friend of theirs from NY had moved to Myrtle Beach and opened a chiropractic office. Tom started going and after a bit, I threw my back out and needed my own appointment. I discovered this office was 100% holistic. They offered a lot more than just chiropractic care. After some time, I finally realized I needed some quality self-care time and made an appointment with their Reiki practitioner Jo. She felt so familiar, like I had known her forever, we clicked instantly. After several sessions with her and after asking her many questions, I asked if she could teach Reiki to me or if she knew of someone who could. She referred me to someone she knew and away I went. I am now a Reiki Practitioner working towards being a Reiki Master.  

Prior to my relocation to Myrtle Beach, while still in my tiny house and without my doctor’s knowledge, I weened myself off the medications I was prescribed. I will be the first to admit that YES, I smoked a lot of marijuana throughout my awakening. I referred to it as my natural medicine. It honestly helped me dissect my entire life, it helped me piece together all the puzzle pieces, it helped me connect all the invisible strings, it helped me feel all my feelings, it helped me process, it helped me to forgive. And when I was sick and going through the whole random vomiting thing, it helped me eat. I no longer feel the need for it, I stopped smoking that and cigarettes quite a while ago. I’ve never really been a big drinker (because of my dad) so drinking has never been an issue for me. However, I can no longer tolerate certain types of alcohol. And I know soon, I will not be able to tolerate it at all … I am ok with this as I know it is for my highest and greatest good. 

With all the inner work I had done over the past several years, I find it easier and easier to forgive, turn to love and release whatever comes my way. Sometimes, I feel like a magician. LOL

I learned that we are our own pharmacy. We were not created with doctors in mind. Doctors didn’t exist at the beginning of human creation. We were constructed with the internal knowing that Mother Earth provides all the natural medicine and nourishment we need to survive. We flourished and lived very long lives. With this, I have started eating better and always try really hard not to put man made chemicals into or on my body. I make really good attempts at being one with nature and appreciating all she has to offer. I show her gratitude every day!  

I have met so many wonderful people along my journey. Each person brings their own knowledge, their own flare. I am and always have been very observant. I’ve always been very good at putting myself in other people’s shoes. I feel from the inside out and am GREATLY appreciative of what everyone who has crossed my path has taught me. 

I have no idea what the future holds, but I’m extremely excited to live it, learn from it, and grow from it!

My soul’s purpose is to be in service to others because I AM LOVE!