My blood painted the surgeon’s hands red. I was twelve, and in the midst of a surgery to correct scoliosis, my aorta was nicked. I was bleeding out. And I was aware of it. I floated above my body and chose to let go, to distance myself from the dying girl on the sterile table. Escaping unbearable pain, I could not know the mission I would be sent back on. At that instant, all I saw was doctors scrambling, blood everywhere, and a panicked operating room.

I’d already stepped out calmly, as anesthesia often prompts one to do. The crushing brutality of my spine being broken in preparation for the necessary fusion rang in my ears. With clarity, I can still recall the chink of living bone being chiseled from my hip with which to fuse and brace my now fractured spine. I let go of the struggle, the pain. Life review followed.

My mom and dad met under auspicious circumstances. My father, an elite US counter-intelligence agent was undercover when a toothache caused him to meet my mother, a Swiss-German dental hygienist. Some might claim that it was Dad’s Native American heritage and his own strong extra-sensory abilities that founded my abilities; others may point to my mother’s uncanny intuition and Celtic descent, but I argue that the comingling of the two created an ideal biological body to house my soul for its uncommon purpose.

For as long as I can remember I have had broadband awareness. Some consider it clairvoyance, others extra-sensory perception. Whatever the label, the interconnected and entangled world of energy was my everyday. Precognitions, glimpsing energetic imprints of the past at places such as battlefields, and conversations with your occasional ghost were normal events. Where most people saw empty space I saw a world of engagement and frequency. I was born a sensitive, and following my experience on the day that my body was dying in the operating room, the sensitivity only grew.

These inherent abilities came with a deeply ingrained sense of knowing of what love should feel like. I was gifted with a thin veil. I knew of – from early on – the special type of love humans are capable of, and of the care we needed to provide to our greater body, our earth, and its co-inhabitants. Because of my mode of perception, I realized that individuals were energetically part of the same whole, and while laws of gravity and Newton applied to particulate matter, an underlying substructure of light and wave form existed. This is the realm of emotion and thought, creativity and hope; it is also the realm in which broken hearts, hurt feelings, trauma, fear and abuse can fracture us. I saw things others were blind to. In my early youth the problems of humanity seemed self perpetuating and insurmountable. Was I ever in for a lesson.

I chose to leave my broken, bleeding body behind that day in the cold sterile environ of the operating room. I rejoiced to say goodbye and arrive ‚Äòon the other side.’ There, unconditional love was to be found, and it was glorious.

This was to be the second time in my short experience to cross over. Once before, at age seven, I had touched the other side due to a drowning accident. This time, however, it was more than a fleeting experience. I landed squarely in a Celestial Garden, the likes of which vocabulary cannot due justice, although I may try.

The air itself was viscous with love. This was a Golden World. As I immersed myself in the reverie of my new surroundings, I was approached by two guides who informed me in no uncertain terms that I must return to my body. I had, they explained, a mission and purpose to fulfill.

I protested, as I found earth and its fractured humanity – a humanity that had forgotten its connection with Source – unbearable. Humanity was disconnected from itself, from nature, from the individuals comprising it. The very thought of returning was agonizing, yet I was gently compelled.

As if an operative on a covert mission, I was presented with orders and sent back into the body I had left behind to accomplish a task I was yet unsure of. And so I returned, with my own manner of Cosmic Clearance and a refreshed spirit.

I spent the nine months following the surgery in a body cast. The recovery was brutal, but the miracles began immediately, and every night for years to come, the two guides from the Celestial Garden returned and trained me for the mission at hand. I learned the art of hands-on healing; my perceptual abilities were refined and honed. My notebook rapidly filled with ‚Äòhow to’s on healing’ and people would appear in my life – within days – who required exactly what I had learned.

Between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one, I had the exceptional opportunity to work with my father. An undercover mission in Vietnam had left his organs riddled by Agent Orange. As he did his research to compile chronicles of his choicest adventures in counter-intelligence, I was by his side. His clock was ticking, and fast: as far as the contemporary administration was concerned, the faster the better. My father, with years of Cosmic Clearance (a tier above Top Secret) kept secret many things best forgotten.

During our time together, he further honed my abilities and I learned aspects of spycraft. Although I felt a draw to be of service, I never chose to enlist my services with the government. Instead I chose to offer hope, create healing solutions and empower people to create positive change in their own lives by providing insight that bridged the gap between worlds and dimensions. People needed to understand how to heal from their energetic ‚Äòcore’ outward.

Having been on both sides of the equation, the living and the dead, I am able to see the world through multiple perspectives – both the material world that most people see and the world of frequency, invisible to most but undeniably present. Seeing through the illusion of linear time, my perspectives are unique, poignant, and occasionally disturbing. I am back to help people remember. I am back to help people heal by empowering them with tools that they can use themselves. I am back to help people move away from a cycle of trauma towards the building of the world of their dreams. These tools produce tangible results; they go far beyond the wishful thinking of the ‚Äòlaws of attraction’ and enter the creative nexus of physics, spirit, and manifestation.

People say thought is powerful, and it is. But for it to be actively creative it must be charged with the proper intention of the heart. For one’s heart to be online, the filaments damaged by trauma must be repaired.

We are all one. We are swimming in an inseparable sea of energy. We broadcast our experiences, our beliefs and our intentions and these shape our world. How we choose to treat one another, our animals and our plants: it’s all interrelated.

Some say it’s the Native American heritage coursing through my veins, or the tradition of Celtic mysticism that has led me here, but I say unequivocally that this potential for awakening lies within us all. We simply need to remember the fundamental harmony. We need to learn to recognize the exterior signposts for the interior journey. Our external world reflects our internal health at a deep and intrinsic energetic level. This concept goes far beyond aura; it intersects dimensions.

Are you fulfilled? Are you on path? Are you living the life of your dreams? Are your relationships meaningful? Is every breath you take filled with love and gratitude? If not, it is time to rediscover your internal compass and learn how to relocate your soul’s true bearing.

It is for this reason alone that I was returned to the body on the operating table. It is for this reason that I write and create. I am here to help people remember how to see beyond the veils. Not necessarily by “seeing energy” but by recognizing and following the signs. By giving them tools to heal their wounds, their fractures, and the deeper wounds of the soul, their worlds can realign. These fractures play out and frequently hinder our maximum potential in three important realms: relationships, health and prosperity. It is all interrelated. It’s all an inseparable whole built upon the same energetic foundation, and tools are available to patch the fault lines.

Learn how to read the map. Learn how to follow your compass. Until you’re on your journey, we will all remain stuck.

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