I see my life as a series of stories; short vignettes that are powerful, succinct, and shaped me in my journey. The challenges, expectations, and revelations that all contributed to me becoming a mystic, and medium, and a spiritual teacher. There are lots of them: more than I could even include in my autobiography. I feel as if I remember every detail of life, from the smell of my mother’s patchouli oil, to the taste of the peppermints that melted on my tongue, to sweet goodnight kisses, and the feel of the Santana winds that blew relentlessly across the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles County, California where I grew up.
I wrote my autobiography not to glorify myself, but in the hopes that some of those reading my book will find their own stories there as well. My hope is that my stories will put words to those odd, strange, perplexing and life changing and challenging circumstances that people experience, but are often afraid to speak about.
I have discovered that we, all people of the earth, are connected by a divine force that is not only larger than life, but is truly at the center of life itself.
One day, perhaps, we will stop fighting each other, and start loving each other. At our core we are all comprised of the very same desire: to love and be loved. Some of us strive to get love forcefully, some through a state of surrender to the journey, and some live in perpetual denial that they are even worthy of such a thing. However, in my belief, we are all here to learn the same thing. That God loves all of us equally, and sees no separation between us, for we are all of one mind, one body, one spirit; all born of love.
I am gifted with memories of a life that others may struggle to believe is real. This is my story of how, from my birth, I knew who I was, why I came to the earth, and how desperately I sought to know the Love of God, and share it with the world.
