To say I've had a challenging life this time around would be an understatement! I will speak to the years 2011-2016, because those are the ones that finally brought me to my knees, for which I am grateful in every cell. I have a knowing, and faith, that every experience in my life, perceived good or bad, painful or healing was part of my path to standing in life purpose. It ALL led me here and unknowingly unveiled one by one the tools I would need for my life purpose. This is why my mission is to now connect humanity to the path that begins with faith.
8 years ago, I left my marriage with my 8 year old son, who I adopted at 14 months as a single mom. I am also an adoptee, but my desire to adopt came from a deeper experience. I am an ex paramedic and was the last face that too many dying young black men saw, most of whom were being failed by the system. I wanted to be a parent and felt I had prepared in every way I could. I learned that black children, more so boys, become less adoptable (desirable) by age 3. My plan was now to adopt a male child between the age of 1-3 and had no other criteria. I believed love could heal/conquer any prior circumstance.
The circumstances of my sons birth, and subsequent neglect and abuse in foster care during his first 14 months left with some incredibly severe issues. I believed that love alone could heal everything. I was wrong. My sons behavior towards other children left me isolated, other parents simply couldn't allow their children to be around my son, he became a danger. He had all the intervention the system had to offer, but the system is taxed and broken, which left me on my own with a child that wasn't manageable. Ultimately he ended up doing stints in high level care facilities in Northern Ca. I was a top producing realtor in the Bay Area, but felt that perhaps a new start for both of us was the right thing. Maybe we could both heal and create a life without stigma. Maybe I could figure it out on my own. I made the decision to move us to SoCal.
We moved to Venice California where he attended a public school for the first time in his life after a Psychiatrist deemed him capable and rehabilitated. Long story short, my sons behavior escalated to the point of me not being able to make it to work due to his inability to stay in school on any given day and eventually we lost everything. It was a living hell.
I began walking the beach every morning praying for help, praying for a break in what felt like a relentless chain of pain. Nothing that worked before was working anymore and I wasn't sure how I was going to tolerate it, much less survive it. At times I would sob in disbelief as I walked, but just kept praying through the tears.
Healers started showing up in my life out of nowhere. Just as I was ready to wave the white flag, to give up, God came and took me by the back of my shirt and stood me up, I had had enough, all I had left was faith... which turns out to be all I needed.
I was stripped of everything I had known. My son was now in juvenile detention and I was able to begin healing. I could write for hours about the miracles that unfolded, that kept me alive and continued to feed my faith. I began a relationship with and a trusting, in what I couldn't see, but knew was real beyond anything I had ever known. Various healers often worked with me at no charge, somehow an army showed up and taught me how to trust and rely on myself, my guides and higher power, ultimately how to heal.
I became relentless and my life began to shift in ways that had no explanation. Angels showed up in human form and supported me in ways I can never repay, other than to pay it forward and be in service. I believe in miracles and I know that every soul in physical form can heal.
Eventually my reliance on my guides, and all who reside in another realm, led me to this question. "What is MY life purpose, please guide me to it, how can I be of service? Why am I here?" I asked this every day I woke and put my feet on the floor. I started paying attention and trusted what was coming forward. I trusted myself because I trust them. I came to understand that my sensitivities were really communications and it opened up my relationship with that realm even more.
I was led to study and train in the Akashic Records, something I had never heard of but trusted was pure guidance. It was through this realm that I came to understand my gifts, beyond what can be taught. I just never understood how information came to me or that this is what was even happening. In fact, with every session I do, the connection intensifies and my responsibility becomes greater, and for that I am honored. My life is one of service and I am grateful.
I know if I can heal, than anyone can. I also NOW know there is a much shorter route! There is no need to suffer through at the levels we as humans choose to suffer. Our "human brains" will devour us if we don't accept we are much more brilliant and connected than that.
This is my passion, my life purpose and I am so grateful for every experience I've had because it led me here. It is an honor beyond words to do this work. To be in service to others, is being in service to my souls journey. Healing and paying it forward transcends our soul. Its why we are here.
Everything begins with FAITH!