Spontaneous, magical, and inexplicable TRUE EVENTS

The following retellings are true...

Shortly after I graduated high school, my mother and I visited my Scottish Grandmother. Sitting at the kitchen table, drinking true English Tea, she asked if she could read my tea leaves. I was eighteen and had no idea my Grandmother, who I saw often, was a Seer!

I remember glancing at the odd configuration of leaves as I handed her the cup. Surprised and fascinated, I sat next to her as she told me of the long journey I was about to embark on. Her reading was spot on for an upcoming trip to the Grand Canyon I hadn't told her about.

In retrospect, that reading perfectly described the life I have lived since. I truly wish I had known about our shared extrasensory Gifts while growing up. There would have been many more tea parties!

Four hours outside of Phoenix, two cement pools of hot mineral springs are hidden at the bottom of sheer cliffs at the mouth of a steep, narrow canyon. Remnants of Verde Hot Springs Resort (1922-1968), the two hours of rough road requires another mile hike to enjoy a good soak as you look out over a mix of desert and lush foliage along the Verde River.

On one of our last trips to the hot springs, my husband and I arrived, locked up the Jeep and set out on the familiar trail. A few steps from Jeep, a sense of urgency swept over me, and I knew we needed to leave. I didn’t have a ‘why’, so I discounted what I was feeling and stayed quiet. The sense of impending ‘something’ grew oppressive, until suddenly, my body would not take one more step forward. After several unbelieved attempts to get my husband to turn around and leave, I screamed like a lunatic and told him I was leaving. Where I was going, I had no idea. He had the keys. Fortunately, he did turn around. Unfortunately, he was extremely angry. The next day, he quietly told me a 20ft wall of water and debris flashed through the canyon and the hot springs less than two hours after we left.

It was another two decades before I finally accepted my multi-layered cognitive abilities are real – and normal.

Shortly after February 1997 (see ‘Unveiling Purpose’ above), I was compelled to move from Maine back home to Phoenix. After my daughter and I arrived, I learned my brother was fighting ALS. Choosing alternative methods of healing, a man with the skills of a Shaman showed up at their door and offered to help shortly before my return.

Several times a week for six weeks, our unplanned visits synchronistically converged. First, he straightened my brother's collapsing chest cavity for better breath. Then, as if I were already his student, he included me in his work, teaching me about energy in the body, where it gets stuck most often, and how to move it for healing and natural well-being. Then, he was gone.

When we are engaged in true purpose or calling in our daily life, the spiritual light in our bodies engages in partnership with our physical existence – internally and externally. Evidence of this heightened vibrational living can be witnessed in the exponential growth of plant life in your home. Innate creativity will nourish your plants with light. Purpose, however, is a higher quotient divine light that draws up the resonant light within your plant and acts like a fertilizer on steroids.

For example, I can draw or design (utilizing innate artistry from within), and my plants are generally happy. Yet, when I write in my novel series, Keeper of the Key (a sacred purpose or calling), plants nearby turn away from sunlight and grow toward my writing area.

“If I didn’t witness what happens in your house, I would never believe it.” R. Spina

Freshly trimmed ivy outside my window grew over 6 inches in one weekend. Full pots of plants would fill out dramatically when I would write for weeks on end. Recently, I noticed a green onion on the patio seemed to have grown an inch shortly after I began writing. Testing the truth of this, I continued writing while keeping a close eye on the onion. At the end of two hours, the green onion, sitting in a shady area of my patio, had grown four inches.

For a few years, I was an Intuitive Consultant for two groups of Doctors, Scientists, and Business Executives We were working on critical medical research, designing a new business model for Scientists, expanding alternative medicine into key Medical Universities, and integrating partnerships of research and alternative medicines with other countries.

My role began as a Business and Executive Development Consultant. While these groups were aware I had never taken biology in school and was working with limited knowledge of the interior schematics of the body, I was asked to remote view inside the body to help them with their research. Stunning them to silence, I wasn't sure if I helped. Later, they reported what I saw was precisely what the organ(s) look like under a high-power microscope. They also stated how I described the manifestation of the disease they were researching was exact to, and affirmation of, one Researcher’s previous work on another project.

The high purpose nature of this work was extremely interesting and rewarding, where I also learned the critical value of independent Scientists who think outside the box.

• The night I came home to a completely locked apartment and two specific paintings were removed from their nails and put on the floor...
• The single well-defined man's boot print in three inches of pristine fresh snow on my walkway...
• The night I came home, found my client's deceased husband in my house and then he left within seconds after I ordered him out...
• Phone taps and helicopters...
• UFOs over the city in broad daylight on a Friday afternoon...
• Blue Men, 9/11, and the Greater view
• The spider that literally disappeared while I was watching it...

and more...

• That night when I first hung my painting "Harmony", sat down to have dinner, and different tones sounded for twenty minutes as my paintings harmonized all around me...
• The night I sobbed for all the atrocities we humans have done to one another throughout history, then felt the physical hand and hug of a trusted Entity, who then explained the more of it all...
• That time I spontaneously healed a wound, and it scared the heck out of me, so I quit...
• Those times I made a phone call or showed up, said the right something, and changed a mind that had decided to die...
• Those very sacred moments of connecting someone with their true self or light code, and witnessing a life changed right before my eyes...

and more...

Truth be told, I had more blind faith before the world of Saints, Guardians, Guides, Angels, and Archangels descended onto my life. It has been mindfully arduous learning the ancient ways of being without human mentors, especially with nightly 2:00 - 4:00 am wake-up calls to document ‘instructions’, then living in the physical world with the unseen world in overlay as I awkwardly applied and taught what I learned.

In one attempt to ‘quit’ and send them all away, I actually heard laughter, which was followed by “You cannot not be who you are.” To say I've walked this journey with a fair amount of skepticism is a gross understatement. However, it was when I naively purchased an original print 1908 Kybalion in 2009, I had to face the ethereal facts of my experience. The comparison of the Kybalion’s subject matter and its sentences are practically verbatim to my twenty journals of documentation (minus my personal rants, tears, breakthroughs, aha’s, and marveling gratitude at how amazing this experience has been).

In the ensuing years, it has continued, become much more graceful, and expanded... exponentially!