Intervention

One evening while in my meditation prayer I said some words that had not been said before. Intuition told me that what I was doing was not helping. I could feel that what I was saying was not working. With a feeling of defeat I laid in bed and cried. Then a feeling came about that I was not alone anymore. I tried to calm and quiet my mind and go deeper within. Very quickly like a flash of lighting the message came to me very clear.

Each and every night I had been saying the same thing over and over and over. It wasn't the words that I was saying. It was who I was asking for help that seemed to be the problem. His sister had died of a drug overdose some years ago. So it seemed she was the perfect choice to ask for help. After all, it was her baby brother and how could she sit and watch him die without trying to help.


The message that I had received that night was that she was unable to help me. I was not sure why she couldn't help. But, somehow I could sense that it was because of the way she had died. I gathered up all the energy I had left in me after crying for quiet some time. This time in my meditation prayer I clearly asked if she was unable to help for any reason to send someone who could.

After I had fallen asleep I was awoken by him choking next to me in bed. I awoke very quickly in a state of panic and looked over at him and could see his two hands trying to brush away something from his chest as he was gasping for air.

To my amazement I witnessed two golf ball size lights dancing on his chest. Yes, I said dancing because it was as if the two balls of light were musical notes in harmony bouncing from his heart about twelve inches into the air and back again. Even though he laid there gasping for air, I just knew that these lights were here to help. This lasted for about maybe one minute or so, as I watched the lights dance about in perfect sequence. It really was so beautiful and sureal. I feel blessed to have seen this, I feel even more blessed to have felt the energy from this incredible event. I can only describe the feeling of overwhelming love, far beyond anyones definition of love.

One last gasp of breath and he sat up abruptly in bed in a panic. Of course, now I am fully seated upright and just waiting to hear what he experienced. I knew not to tell him what I witnessed and to allow him to tell me what happened. He was quite shaken up and told me he felt a very heavy pressure on his chest that made him feel like he couldn't catch a full breath. I decided that night to not tell him what I had witnessed.

About three days later I came clean and told him the truth of what I had seen and how I had been praying and asking over and over for help for him. I continued to explain that I got a clear message that his sister was not able to help and then proceeded to ask her to get someone who could before it was too late. There was only one problem, he wasn't ready for the help. The intervention was rejected and I continue to meditate from a distance and visualize all good things.

Thank You Anne For The Healing

For five days this sickness had a hold of me. It started out with swollen glands and the strength that I could conquer it holistically. Between the Panela drinks, and hot honey and lime remedies that valiant effort only worked for a couple of days. I managed to get the swelling in my neck glands down but what followed later would be the rath of fire.

I awoke on the second day of natural treatments with a throat full of razor blades. Every time I tried to speak or swallow I was left with the feeling that I had just took a shot of broken glass down my throat. Where was my lime chaser now? It was then I knew I was in trouble and probably needed a good dose of the western mans remedy with an antibiotic.

Got my prescription started and went off to bed with a fever of 102+. For all of you that have been sick with a fever I won't bore you. You all know how terrible you felt!

Five days into my illness with the antibiotics running through me and still the fever was not broken. There was a healing that took place in my throat, no more shards of glass to be felt. Now there was a new enemy that could be felt on the left side of my head. This pain was intense and radiated through the right side all the way up to the top. Between the fever and the pain in my head it was taking all my energy just to stay positive.

The fifth night is the reason this story is being told. Night had fallen and as I laid in bed I asked for help from our cosmos to be a part of me and help heal me. Late into the night there was a change in my heartbeat, it was becoming slower and the pain in my head had increased. Physically I wanted to turn over in bed and reach out to Carlos to ask him to help me. I could not even move from the position I was in, physically I was locked in my body. At this time there was a lot of fear running through me as I could feel myself slowly fading out. This was a feeling of separating from my own body. Was this what they call fight or flight? If so, I think I took the flight route!

After that feeling of separation I ended up on this very high, and I mean very high cliff side. The stars seemed very close to me like when you fly in a airplane. It was so beautiful, more than words can describe. My sister Anne, was with me and she told me I was strong and I could do this. Anne must have known how scared I was because she had become my strength. And just like the Nike slogan "Just do it!" those words came shouting out of her mouth. "Come on let's go for a run!". This was definitely funny because in my earthly world I wouldn't consider myself a runner even on a good day. However, she is and maybe that's how she felt I would feel better. Amongst all of this beauty I lay there thinking, she is nuts! How can I run when I am too weak to even move?

She kept pushing the idea to take a long run and then I started to cry. Quickly she became a bit more calming to me and said "let's just lay here and take in all of this beauty and so we did. We both laid there on our backs on the smooth rock cliff side and became a part of that bliss. The sky was darker than any skyline that I have ever witnessed, even comparing that to the Apache Mountains in Arizona. The stars were so many it was as if they were touching each other. The ocean was blue but with a depth of darkness and surreal calmness. She then laid there with me on that cliff and told me she wouldn't leave my side until I was OK. We continued to lay is this blissful silence under the stars. The silence was something one could imagine as if you were amongst the stars.

My eyes opened and I was left to wonder what happened to me, because the last thing that I remembered was my heart slowing down and my world fading out. Was this a dream? I don't think so! It makes perfect sense to me why it was my sister Anne that came to my side. After all, she is my older sister whom I have loved and counted on for love all of these years. Anne is a mother likeness to me, a sister to me and now a healer too! Thank you Anne, for being by my side and for the healing.

Angel in Hell's Kitchen

It seemed to be an ordinary day in Hells Kitchen that morning. If you have never had the pleasure of living in Hells Kitchen let me take you on this journey with me.

The neighbors were always kind enough to say hello with every passing. Some would even ask if they could bring by some of their home cooked food they were so proud of. You would have to be a fool to say no to that offer!

My time was short lived in that neighborhood but one to remember for so many reasons and seasons that have passed. At the time a co worker of mine had offered me a place to stay when I had no where to go. This co worker ending up being a long time friend of mine who till this day I will always be so gratel too. I will always love her for her Angelic ways.

The Angel that would appear to me that morning was not to be expected. Early that afternoon, the sun was shinning brightly and people were moving about at a slower pace due to the fact it was a Saturday afternoon. It was my day off and walking about running errands and doing laundry and such.

There was a lot on my mind, but not anymore than any other day. Maybe because it was my day off that my mind was focusing on such sad issues. My boyfriend at that time had ended our relationship telling me that I desired better than him. Looking back now I can see that I did indeed deserved so much better than him. But not because of the lack of money that he had.

The last words spoken by him was in an angry tone telling me that "I needed the money". He was trying to tell me that I needed to have a boyfriend who had money to buy me gifts and spend money on me. He knew that by saying those words to me it would hurt me and make me dislike him. Hence, the famous easy exit strategy!


With those words heavy on my mind I stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change. In this pause of a moment I think "could it be true that I need someone with money in order to have a relationship that will last". The crosswalk light changes and I proceeded to cross the street. About half way across the street I receive a message from a complete stranger or was he? Walking past me in the opposite direction was an old latin man who stopped in the middle of the street and turned to me and said in clear well spoken english "You don't need the money". For a split second I stood in disbelief and said to him "what did you just say to me?" as I reached out for his arm.

The old man looked at me and spoke to me in spanish which I could not understand. I really think he thought I was crazy for stopping him. However, I know I heard what he had said to me. After all, he was the one who stopped and addressed me.

In that moment I realized that he cleary had no knowledge of what had just happened. The look on his face said it all, he was confused by me insisting he spoke to me. He continued to speak in spanish to me and clearly he could not speak english.

This Angel from Hells Kitchen delivered a message to me that early afternoon. This message confirmed that I was not this person that my ex boyfriend tried to make me out to be. I never loved him for the lack of money or money, I just simply loved him.

Moving Bones

For some of you that know me, you are aware that I see my chiropractor (Dr. Daryl Gioffre) for regular adjustments. This is something that I have believed in for years now. Actually it changed my life! It is what I call a preventative medicine to cleanse your body from all of its tensions, traumas and stress we put on it just merely existing in this busy world we live in.

This story is about my experience with healing methods which came through in a much needed time. It was around 8 am on a Friday morning when I awoke I realized that my lower back was not feeling the way it should be. I couldn't think of anything that I had done differently that week that could have brought on this pain I was feeling. Well, maybe the fact that I had worked two weeks straight without a day off, that might have done it!

The pain was steadily increasing, it got to the point by mid afternoon to just to a step was becoming a painful event. Luckily that day my schedule was light and I was able to go home and lie down for what I thought must be a much needed rest.

Upon arriving at my home the tears were flowing, the pain was pretty much unbearable. It hurt to do anything, walk, stand, sit. Getting undressed was unsuccesful by myself I needed help and of course this is always a humbling experience. My first reaction was to call Dr. Gioffre for an emergency adjustment. I made the call and left a message, however, he was traveling and was referring me to another colleage of his. I really wanted Dr. Gioffre because I have such faith in him and he is a true healer. Time was passing and I could not bear the thought of traveling anywhere, I just wanted to lie down and be still.

Against my beliefs I took some pain killers which would knock me out. In times of serious pain your beliefs do seem to go out the window! I was feeling as though if I could just sleep and rest maybe I could wake up with no more pain. Well, unfortunately that wasn't the case. When I awoke the pain was just as before, maybe even worse. I laid there and cried feeling so helpless and so dissapointed that I was pumping these drugs into my body in order to deal with what was happening.

By the next day I was still in the same situation, no improvement at all. Don't even mention going to the hospital because I knew that they would not find anything. How did I know this? Because I had been through it before and that was the result, finding nothing and going home with three different kinds of pain medicine.

It became very clear to me at the moment as I lay in bed flat on my back, that I needed to do something to heal myself. I then recalled the last healing workshop that I had attended. It was given by the man who inspires me to be the healer I am and be the best I can (Derek Oneill from Dublin Ireland). In that last workshop he talked about the placement of the healing hands and the positioning of them in which he found to be an incredible, powerful healing tool. I can clearly hear him in my head saying when he had used this method on a patient how he could feel the bones moving and others could hear the bones cracking. Honestly, at the time when hearing this, I thought "Wow amazing, I wish I could do that".

So while I lie in bed I place my hands in that position of a triangle and place them over my lower abdomen/coccyx bone area. I have used this method on my clients, however, never on myself. Why? I don't know! That is another thing Derek Oneill has talked about, how us healers do not heal ourselves enough. He actually refered to it as a world epidemic of healers needing healing!

Well now more than ever was it time for me to use this method and use it on myself. I continued with channeling the energy as I normally would and kept my hands in that position. Next, I feel asleep or passed out, I am not sure. When I awoke my hands were still in that position and I felt this incredible burst of energy pushing through the front side of my lower abdomen all the way through to my back. It was so powerful it took my breath away and really scared me. The blast of energy felt as though it contracted inward to a tiny spot downward to my spine. Once the energy released it bursted back out the front of my abdomen wall and internally up and down at the same time.

I was now in shock over what I just felt transpire withen my body. Before I had a chance to even move, do or say anything I continued to lie very still and in that stillness my lower spine cracked in several places from the tailbone on upward. I could hear and feel physically the bones moving and cracking. I cried in awe of such a miracle that had just taken place. The miracle of energy and all of its powers. I continued to lie still for a few more moments before I dared to move my spine. Slowly I rolled over and stood up out of bed walking and moving around as if nothing was ever wrong.

The rest of that Saturday afternoon came and went and I was moving around feeling a little bit sore, but that was all. I thanked the universe for its beautiful healing energy and thanked Derek Oneill for inspiring me and teaching me this wonderful healing technique. I am so grateful to be a part of this healing world, and to be able to help heal those in need. And so it is!

Two Buildings Two Clouds of Smoke

Ten months before the destruction of the World Trade Center I had a vision dream that would unfold into a reality of a nightmare. When I awoke from this dream I felt an enormous amount of fear in my body. As usual I try to talk myself out of what feels so real by comforting myself with saying "It's only a dream". How I wish it was only a dream, but this was not the reality.

One early morning I awoke from a vision dream that was sending fear signals throughout my entire body. The vision started out with me walking toward my subway stop and I was on my way to work. I can remember as I approached the platform waiting for the train how incredibly beautiful and blue the sky was. It was almost hypnotizing to the eye, the clearness and blue of it all.

As the train rushes into my station the breeze startles me because I am in such a deep fascination with the beauty of sky. The train comes to a stop and I proceed to board into Manhattan. All seems like any other morning on my way to the showroom that I worked at downtown.

As the train starts to take the right turn toward the 59th street bridge I can now see the city clearly. What my eyes see next is something that I was not prepared for. I look out the subway door windows to see two buildings, each in a huge puff of smoke. What I was seeing was the Chrysler building and the Empire State building in what appeared to be in some grave danger with this massive cloud of smoke coming out of them.

Right before I go to reach for the emergency brake to stop the train from entering Manhattan, these two men come storming through from the other subway car. They were both dressed in collared shirts and khaki pants. Intuitively I knew something was really wrong and before I could move to grab the emergency brake these two men peeled off there clothing like a layer of skin.

What was revealed next were these two men wearing long white robes and turbans on their heads. They reached underneath their gowns and pulled out automatic guns and started to shoot randomly at each and every person on that train.

At the end of the subway car is were I was standing wondering if I could possibly sneak out the doors to the next car. But the doors had a safety feature lock on them so I could not exit. My body felt frozen in fear, and I closed my eyes shut waiting for them to reach me.

Just as the sound of the shooting became closer to me everything came to a complete silence. In that moment what was probably two seconds had felt like hours. There was no more shooting no more sounds of people screaming just painful silence. I knew I needed to open my eyes to see what was happening. However the fear was overwhelming, but I knew I needed to look.

When I did, I was faced with one of these men only a few inches away with his gun in his hand staring at me. This man was staring at my mala beads (prayer/meditation beads) around my neck that were neatly tucked away under my jacket. He pointed his gun away from me and I knew that was why I was spared, because of these beads.

Then I awoke in a sweat and as you can imagine very disturbed over this vision dream. It was days, weeks, before I could shake the feeling that my life and many others were in danger.

Ten months later after that vision dream it became a reality on that clear blue sky morning. The signs were given to me, The landmark buildings in smoke, Killers blending in as plain clothed people. and the mala beads. To this day I still have trouble dealing with that vision and what became of it. I only wish the gift of sight had more clarity in that vision dream and could have helped saved lives.

Spinning Wheel

I investigate naturally and try to debunk what is happening. To debunk means (to expose as being false). Even though I have been experiencing this for years I still need to prove it is really happening. The scientist in me loves to put this phenomenon in the quantum physics category. This is what I believe is the theory behind these encounters.

Early one evening as I am passing from my living room into my bedroom I feel a shift in temperature in the doorway. There was a cold spot on my right side, not a breeze, just a shift in air temperature. Just then I stop to feel and analyze where it might be coming from. But there was no windows open or anything that could create a cooler feeling.

I start to try and communicate because I can feel the spot getting colder and colder as I stood still there. I was unable to get any communication, but could sense that it must be a non physical energy. I wondered if it was a child or animal because it was low to the ground, below my knee.

Could it be the little girl who visits every now and then? Or could it be the energy of a cat or dog moving about around my feet?

The cold spot became stronger and I could feel the energy as if it was spinning by my leg. I always try to have my camera ready and charged for moments like this. So I step away to grab my camera out of the drawer and immediately return to the cold spot.

Upon returning the energy was still there and could feel the sensation of it spinning faster then before. The energy seemed to be spinning clockwise in a stationary position. Once again I am trying to communicate, asking the questions "Who are you?" etc. etc. However, I was not getting any communication.

I let the energy know that I was going to take a picture and to please try and manifest for me. I took the pictures and thanked the energy for showing itself. When I checked my camera while still standing there I could see a white spot in one of the photos. I could tell I captured something, but was not sure yet what I captured.

In the photogragh of the floor and door area you can see how sharp and clear it is and how the object looks a bit fussy as if I captured something in motion. It seemed appropriate to label this energy the spinning wheel.

I remained there for a few more seconds and could sense I needed to take a picture of the floor in front of my feet and this is what was captured. The picture of the floor seems out of focus, however I was holding my camera very still and in the floor tile there is what appears to be a face.

This phenomenon always leaves me wanting to know more! This is the investagator in me.

Cats Eyes

When I first received this tiny white and tan kitty into my home I was not so thrilled. It's not that I don't love animals, I do, especially cats.

My 14 year old girl cat had died from the hands of a "surgery happy" doctor. The ordeal was a long 6 days of pain in my heart from my girl suffering with tubes all attached to her. Since this story is not about her, I will move on.

Because I was still grieving from the loss of my cat, I was not so welcoming to this new boy kitty coming into my life. He was brought home as a gift to me with the intention of easing my pain. When I think back now how unreasonable I was to be rejecting affection toward him, it just seems so ridiculous. Maybe I believed that if I was not grieving for her I was no longer loving her. Well, I know now how far from the truth that is.

Eventually time went by and because of his adorable ways and his little face and body I could no longer resist giving this little guy my love. He was born in Brooklyn and his mother had died pre mature. He had some issues with his eyes running water constintly. He was taken to the vet and diagnosed with some weird virus and I was told that he would probably have reoccuring issues with this throughtout his lifetime.

He was now about two years old, and his eyes had been running on and off over that time. His lastest bout seemed to be getting worse, because this one had lasted three months straight.

One morning when I awoke, as always , he followed me into the kitchen. I made myself a tea and he came and sat beside me. I know this sounds hard to believe but he looked up at me, and as if I could read his mind, he was saying "Please help me" with his running eyes staring at me.

In that moment I took him onto my lap and with all my love I did a healing session on him. He never moved, he laid still and calm as I laid my hands over his eyes. It was as if he knew what I was doing.

The day went on as normal, night fell and we all went to sleep. The next morning I awoke, and as usual he followed me into the kitchen. It wasn't until he had finished eating his breakfast that he came into the other room where I was sitting. At that moment I noticed his eyes were dry. I was surprised, but knew I shouldn't be because of the healing session I had done.

From that day forward he is huge, happy, loving and has no more problems with eyes. And so it is!