The Voice That Saved a Life (and Then My Own)

If you’ve been having visions, energy rushes, or hearing voices or guidance you can’t explain—you’re not crazy. You’re awakening.

I know the fear of appearing weird. The shame of feeling different. The isolation of having no one safe to share what’s happening to you. The quiet internal bargaining: “Please, God, don’t let this be happening.” The deeper question behind it all: What IS happening? Am I okay?

The Voice I Didn’t Want to Hear

Three years after my divorce, I found myself savoring the quiet. The kids were at school, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I had the house—and the day—all to myself. I was vacuuming, windows open, sunlight pouring in. Dancing to music. Free!

At 10:30 AM, I heard a loud voice in my right ear.

“Go see Mike.” It sounded rational and matter-of-fact.

Mike??? My ex-husband?? He was the last person I wanted to see. I told the voice, “I don’t like Mike. I don’t want to go see him,” and continued cleaning.

About 30 minutes later, I heard it again. And again.

“Go see Mike.”

I bargained with the voice. “OK… Can I get my hamburger first?” And to my surprise, the answer came clear: “Yes. Hurry.”  It was 11:00 AM on the dot.

The Basement and the Bottles

Mike’s yard was scattered with broken beer bottles. I walked into his house and called out.

I heard nothing. I felt an eeriness that chilled my bones.

I found him huddled in the far corner of his basement, shaking, sobbing in a fetal position—surrounded by more broken bottles. A loaded gun lay on the table next to him.

I didn’t think.
I acted.
I unloaded the gun, put it out of reach, and then sat with him.

I held him.
Listened to him.
Told him he was loved and lovable—we just didn’t get along or want the same things.

When he refused the ER, I took him to my master healer, who was miraculously teaching a group of energy healers that day.

They didn’t ask questions. They surrounded him, eyes wide with knowing. They channeled energy. He received it and eventually let it lift his darkness.

Later, he said, “Now I know what you’ve been talking about. I felt that.”

He still calls me a weirdo woo woman.
But he now has a relationship with God that he never had.
He doesn’t accept energy healing.
But he’s alive—thank God our sons were the reason he stayed.

When the Cloud Became an Ear

A few years passed. More awakenings came.

Visions. Voices. Strong intuition and lightning bolts that coursed through my entire body. My chest would lift from the bed, shocked with light like a holy heart defibrillator.

One night, after hours crying out to God in desperation, I begged: “Help me. I don’t understand. Please guide me—I want to be whole. I want to make a difference. I want to be seen, heard, and loved.”

With tears running down my face, I found myself staring at a painting on my wall—blue storm clouds over an ocean. The clouds began to move. I watched as they formed a face. Then an ear.

From my left ear to my right, a voice said: “I——- E A R you——.”

I giggled.
Laughed.
My jaw dropped.

Then, a blanket of peace washed over me. I fell asleep feeling comforted and held like a baby. I heard no words, but I knew my prayers had been answered.

Fibonacci Spiral & the Madness of Knowing

My intuitive business coach sent me a necklace—a Fibonacci spiral. When I put it on, something ignited within me.  A vast knowing overwhelmed me.  I saw visions of the future full of purpose and power. 

I found myself laughing hysterically at a cosmic joke, which I don’t quite remember what it was about.

And then the darkness came.

“Die, bitch. Kill the messenger. You’re not made for this world.”

Cruel voices came fast and unrelenting. They overpowered me. Visions of destruction threatened my sanity. I wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide.

As fast as the voices came, I countered them with mantras of prayer, healing methods, and sacred protection rituals. But they didn’t stop like a normal fear-based healing would. The darkness was powerful and relentless.

I couldn’t tell anyone—especially my boyfriend—he always laughed at my woo stories and would have sent me to a doctor. So I lied and told him I was going to Sedona for a few days.

Instead of Sedona, kind voices guided me to check into a Comfort Inn.
I collapsed onto the floor.
From Good Friday to Easter Sunday, I battled madness.

The Hotel Room & The Holy War

I noticed a witness in me. A sacred observer was watching everything that was happening. 

I heard the nasty voices, and I knew they weren’t going away anytime soon.  There was a distinct moment of choice: Heal this madness or be overtaken and end up living in an asylum.

So I chose love. I chose God. I chose to heal myself with Him. 

I repeated the Lord’s Prayer and the 23rd Psalm. Over and over. I poured light into the dark.
“That may happen,” I would say to the darkest threats anyone could ever hear. 
“But all that really matters is the love in my heart and my relationship with God”.

My heart and body filled with fire over and over and over again.
The voices came in waves.
When they hissed, I spoke truth, love, forgiveness . . .  and the dark would disappear. 

During breaks in the siege, I was aware of Divine Masters watching and witnessing— to this day; I’m not sure why. 

I awoke with the sunrise Sunday morning and heard the sounds of children laughing and mothers calling them. The nasty voices and visions were gone, and I was alive and sane.  The storm had passed.  

When I returned home, my house was different. Mango tea from Sri Lanka waited on my counter with a new towel I had never bought. Psychics tell me they were gifts of grace.

I had lost 20 pounds. My body had purged lifetimes. Slowly, I began to recover.

The Messenger Emerges

It’s been 3 years since that event. Since then, I found 9D Breathwork & Sound Healing and know it to be a very Cadillac way to surface fears, resistances, lifetimes, and lineage lines of survival vows and fears, let them go, and let love fill the void they leave behind.

I continue to empower beyond my fears and happen to be very good at helping others do the same.

When people hear voices, they are afraid to speak about them. I help them understand how to shield, protect, and evolve beyond them.

When people have emotions, they’ve been told to medicate, suppress, or push through? I show them how to transmute with their own fire and their own light. 

I know what it’s like to hover on the edge of sanity. 
To feel isolated and alone because there’s no one to share my weirdness with.
To almost go mad with awakening and have no one trustworthy to talk to.

For those touched with the Light of Spiritual Awakening . . . here is how to find your way home:

• Have Faith in the Light,
• Believe that  Spiritual Principles Always Rule,
• Find a Community with Like-Minded Souls . . .

Final Reflection

If you’ve heard a voice you can’t explain, or experienced something that felt supernatural—and you’re wondering if you’re losing your mind—pause. Breathe.

You’re not crazy.
You’re awakening.
You are becoming.
And . . . you are NOT meant to walk it alone. 

You came here to remember the light—and to choose it.
Again and again.
That’s our joy and our job. 

TAKE ACTION: If you’re navigating your awakening and need someone to talk to, Book a private clarity call with me, or come join me for a live 9D Breathwork Journey—where we breathe through the chatter, lift the darkness, and come home to ourselves. View the official event calendar here.