I think I was first introduced to the concepts of “medical intuition” and “energy transfer” in San Francisco, in 1965, but I’m not sure I realized it at the time.  I was only 19, but I was always “different.”    I think I was teased and accused of being a little witch or just weird, called an “old soul” or a transplant from Lemuria or Pleiades all my life.  While I disregarded their suggestions, I never ignored my intuition; it became my compass, my North Star, even in what seemed like the darkest of nights.  Perhaps my DNA was downloaded with memory imprints from my great, great-grandfather, one of many astronomers to the King of Norway and the generations of Viking sailors that preceded him.  Whatever it was, I knew I was different, I just didn’t understand it yet.

Arriving in San Francisco that summer was like walking onto a movie set.  I’d led a pretty sheltered life, growing up in the SW hills of Portland, OR, over-looking pastoral views of mountains and sunsets.   Haight-Ashbury was populated with a shocking array of hippies and flower children, while North Beach was a melting pot of characters I had never even imagined.   Looking back on it now, I realize I was probably experiencing total sensory overload in that environment, so I sought refuge by withdrawing.  I still do that, always have, by turning to bookstores, and I found exactly what I needed in Alan Ginsberg’s City Lights Bookstore. 

Every afternoon I’d walk across town, climb the narrow staircase in the corner of the bookstore and settle into my private “research lab” with a book, and there were many!  One of the first books I discovered landed me in a remote monastery in the mountains of Tibet where I did a quick study with a Monk–in-training who was learning how to open and use his Third Eye, or 6th chakra, the Pineal gland.  I was intrigued by his teachings, but most of all, by his ability to sit in total silence, merging with another soul and seemingly “seeing” with an invisible eye, what was causing illness in other monks.  I was even more fascinated by his lessons in healing using only his mind, prayer and this mysterious state of consciousness that could be reached only through stillness and mindfulness.  This little book was opening my own third eye, but I didn’t realize it.

It’s been 43 years since I read that first little eye-opening book, but I now realize, it was my own awakening; it was the single most significant lesson I would ever gift myself, leaving an indelible mark on my soul forever.  I think my second book that summer was probably Ken Keyes, Handbook to Higher Consciousness leading to my own “tipping point” - that moment in time when you suddenly realize there is more to life than you were allowed to believe, or told, and suddenly everything becomes magical, you enter a state of “awe” and the world is your oyster, each experience another opportunity to learn more, to grow from, to take you higher and higher into a world of infinite possibilities, where all there is, is another lesson to learn.

Since that summer in San Francisco, I have chosen to live the rest of my life on a path of inquiry and search, expanding my consciousness and acquiring as much knowledge as I can.  I think books provided me with fastest and most direct route to my destinations and it didn’t cost much.  I began reading at three.  I was considered a “gifted child.”  I had “abilities” that landed me in kindergarten at four and on the Ford Foundation’s scholarship list for talented and gifted children by the time I was five.  My curiosity however, coupled with my impatience, made me a frustrating student for teachers.  

I have always been in a hurry, my mother says. I never walked, just got up off my knees and took off running.  I was also precocious and unstoppable, according to my aunt.  I had imaginary friends, whom I now assume were my guardian angels and guides, before I became too embarrassed to commune with them.  They were always with me, telling me things I supposedly couldn’t possibly know.  Perhaps they were voices in my head, perhaps they were hallucinations in my visual field, perhaps they were real, my guides, my teachers. 

Today, it doesn’t matter what “they” were, because “they” are long gone, leaving behind only a residual, intuitive knowing, seeing, sensing about things that gives me an abiding intuition about things, all things, from the economy to the future.  And I’m at peace about the perfection of all things, and no longer in a hurry, because I am here, now and present, with who and what I am—a medical intuitive.

I am often asked if I think I was born a medical intuitive or if I trained to become one.  I am quick to respond “knowingly” to that question.  I was born intuitive. I realized early in life that I wanted to use it to help others experience health and wellness and I’m fascinated – no, obsessed - with information about the human body, mind, emotions and spirit, so I read and research continually.  And, because I have worked with psychologists, chiropractors, neurologists and medical doctors over the past 17 years, I’ve absorbed the ability to converse in their language. 

I’ve owned three clinics, done insurance coding and billing, written medical necessity letters, filled in chart notes, and advocated on behalf of our patients and doctors to get insurance companies to part with their shareholder’s profits to pay our bills.  This has combined to enhance the intuition I was born with and presented me with experiences that allowed me to feel comfortable and confident in the world of medicine. 

In 1995 I enrolled in classes and institutes at a graduate school in Encinitas, CA called CIHS, the California Institute of Human Sciences.  The school was founded by a Shinto priest, medical researcher and doctor of Oriental Medicine.  His desire to unite science and religion with a worldview of medicine led him to invite visiting professors from all over the world, and I was fortunate to be there and take classes from some of the best.  Among these were William Tiller, PhD emeritus, from Stanford University, Virginia Hunt, PhD., from UCLA, Julian Kenyon, MD from London, England, and Stanley Krippner, PhD. From Saybrook University.  

When you attend classes with the likes of these professors and professional researchers, you are either a quick study or a drop-out.  I have always been a quick study, and it hurt me in school, but not this school.  It was here that I had my greatest “AHA” moment and realization!  Everything suddenly made sense and I knew what I had been preparing for, all of my life!  In fact, it was my first introduction to quantum theory and vibrational medicine.