A Service Miracle
Body-Mind-Heart
Body of Light — and the ways of Spirit
When I arrived in this valley where I now reside, the land welcomed me home. And there was a sense of community and belonging that continues.
I had spread light under cover of a spiritual practice wrapped inside a housecleaning service (1982 to ‘84).
I combined part of my spiritual practice with the act of housecleaning. I worked on myself during cleaning surfaces, mopping, and vacuuming. During vacuuming, I spread some of the light I had created to the interior boundaries of the house filled with joy and the order that comes when spaces get cleaned. My service, besides cleaning, removed disorder replacing it with order and light — as in creating sacred space.
My business soon had a waiting list as a result of the outer and inner work.
A Heart Calling — Manna from Heaven
In 1985 I chose a job as a Crisis Counselor in an alternative crisis residential mental health treatment program. It served as a diversion from hospitalization or a transition back into the community. The team felt like the crew of M*A*S*H — it was a good service and a family of sorts.
Before going to bed in early February of 1990, I asked — “God, what am I supposed to do with my life?” I never expected an answer, maybe a dream.
The following day I awoke with no dream, groggy and too lazy to get out of bed. While lying there, a presence entered through my groin and curled up into a ball in my abdomen. A name came to me. I had met this woman briefly four months earlier and disliked her instantly. I thought her name would be unlisted, not in the phone book; she was that type — filled with self-importance, or so I thought. But if it was there, I’d call her and tell her what my experience had been. But I knew it wouldn’t be there, so I’d be off the hook.
Buzz, wrong. Her name and phone number were in the book. It was around 10 am, so I called her.
She answered. I introduced myself. She remembered me. I said:
“I know this sounds crazy, but this is what happened to me about twenty minutes ago…” and I relayed the experience. She listened and responded:
“I’ve been curled up into a ball and thinking about killing myself.”
I made her promise not to act on her thinking and made a time to meet her at her place. She told me she would make lunch. I gathered the names of therapists in the area and headed over.
She told me what had happened to her over the holidays, abusing coffee, feeling triggered regarding past traumas, unable to sleep, spiraling down into a hole. She talked and brightened.
The lunch she prepared was superb.
When I offered her the names of therapists, she said:
“No, I don’t need them. The universe put you out there to hear my call. That’s what I needed. I know what to do to keep going and get healthy and back on track. Thank you for being there.”
It was a Psychic Healing Thing, Right?
One of my teammates at work was involved in psychic work and was part of a group. I told her about my experience. She told her group, and the group decided that I should be a part of their work. It didn’t feel right. My inner voice or knowing told me to wait.
Five months later, I began attending an opening to channel group followed by classes. The woman leader told me I was a natural. Everything accelerated after that — I started doing readings part-time, in 1995 full-time, and I left my job as a crisis counselor.
In October of ’95, I met a woman traveling in Kauai, Hawaii — we became friends and colleagues. By observing her work, I began doing interdimensional healing work. I learned that I could learn by full sensory observational attentive osmosis.
I surrendered into purpose, mission, and what felt and feels like destiny.
Interdimensional Healing
I began to do healing work in person and by phone. I worked with people who had cancer, possessed by entities, assisting people in the death process / visiting the afterlife, freeing/healing ghosts from homes and businesses, and helping couples with problems in conceiving children — by offering rituals, they could do themselves. I worked with many people in Europe/Russia, South America, and Australia by phone.
In 1999 I realized that the day I asked the answer from God on February 5th, 1990 was one day off February 4th, 1973, when I emerged from a coma after a suicide attempt. I got that I had erased a karmic debt by assisting the woman, now friends, with re-birthing a new life.
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