About Me

If you are interested in my full awakening story read from here! If you are just interested in just the re-awakening story read from the re-awakening.

Background story: It all started from the time I could speak. My mother has told me countless stories of me talking to "things" that where not there, saying peoples names who've died, along with mentioning I had an overactive imagination. 

My mother always believed I was special and had gifts intended to help heal the world, but with my words. However, due to her lack of education on the topics she didn't quite know what I was gifted with. Frankly, neither did I. 

I remember being very young, in elementary school, telling my friends I could understand animals. They would say 'like talk to them?" and I would say "I guess you could say that" and they'd laugh at me, call my crazy, or look at me funny. What I didn't understand at the time was that I'm an empath (a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another.) So I wasn't really talking to animals, but understanding on an empathetic level of what was going on with them. I also used to say random things all the time, I call this word vomiting, and they would just happen. For instance I remember sitting in my moms car driving away from my sisters house and I turned to my mom saying "Sisters going to get into an accident soon." My mom of course would respond with "don't say things like that!" What we both didn't understand was I wasn't saying it just to say it, I was actually channeling a message. 

At the age of 12 I wished away my gifts with the power of free will. Why you ask? Let me explain. When narrow minded people think about psychics, mediums, profits, etc. they only think of the unrealistic light and fluffy side. It's not always this wonderful gift, it can be very tiring, scary, awkward, and confusing. At 12 years old I had two overwhelming experiences that sent me over the edge.

Experience one: My vavo (grandmother in portuguese) had died in the azores and I was unable to attend her funeral. One late evening shortly after her death, I had come into my room after showering and was getting ready to go to bed. I decided I was going to brush my hair and try to put it in curlers, so I could be fashionable the next day. Well, as I was putting on my curlers my T.V. shut it's self off (electricity is the easiest thing for spirits to tamper with.) I didn't think anything of it, so I continued to put more rollers in my hair. Then, my T.V turned it's self back on, so I looked at it. When I brought my attention back into the mirror from the T.V. I saw my grandmother smiling back at me, in this bright blue dress. Naturally, I screamed and ran for my parents bedroom to which they responded that I was imagining things. I fully explained what happened and what I saw to them. They both looked at each other oddly, so I asked them why they where making those faces and they had told me she was buried in a bright blue dress. I almost fainted. 

Experience Two: My oldest sister was married to this wonderful man, I couldn't have been happier for her. He loved adventure, race cars, and his family. One night I went to bed and had this vivid dream I was holding their new born son in my arms, looking at this house that was on fire with a Dale Earnhardt Jr flag waving from a window. As I ran towards this house, it collapsed. Waking up I brushed the dream off and said it was just a bad dream. The next night I went to bed and had another vivid dream, that my sister and her husband went bungee jumping and only my sister made it back up safely. Her husband's cord had snapped and he fell to his death. Waking up from this dream I tried to convince myself it happened again, because I was so nervous about my other bad dream. On the third night I went to bed I had another dream, only this one I do not remember, but I do remember waking up at 1:30 am sweating. Shortly after our house phone rung, the caller I.D. popped up on my T.V. as my sisters name... I didn't even have to answer the phone and I already knew what was going to be said. Sure enough I heard my mom on the other side of the house burst into tears. I wanted to vomit.

I was going to be turning thirteen, five days after his death. I did not want to enter my teenage years with these abilities. I saw them negatively (which they're not negative, I was just close minded at the time), so I wished it away and so it went. 

We have the power of free will, which means we can give up our gifts or our abilities if we choose to, or we can awaken and harness them if we choose to.

The Re-awakening: I was 18 when I was given what I like to call "my second chance." My gifts where slowly starting to return. I'd start making intuitive guesses and they would happen, I would hear things that where not there, I would astroproject out of my body while I was sleeping (lucid dreaming: willful out-of-body experience lead to a dream during which the dreamer is aware of dreaming. During lucid dreaming, the dreamer may be able to exert some degree of control over the dream characters, narrative, and environment), and I started word vomiting again. However, these things were no where near the intensity that they where when I was a pre-teen. 

I was living with a roommate at the time in an apartment, working doubles as a waitress/banqueter, and trying to go to college. Neglecting myself, I fell into a deep depression. I had such bad insomnia and when I did sleep, I had sleep paralysis (A frightening form of paralysis that occurs when a person suddenly finds himself or herself unable to move for a few minutes, most often upon falling asleep or waking up. Sleep paralysis is due to an irregularity in passing between the stages of sleep and wakefulness) So I was proscribed both Zoloft and sleeping medication. After taking these meds for a few months, I lost sight of who I was. I was actually having negative reactions to the Zoloft and I quit taking it instantly. This lead to my depression spiraling, I skipped class one day to catch up on sleep, so when I went to the next class I asked this girl behind me for the notes to the previous class. She laughed and said she skipped too, so we agreed to go to Starbucks and take notes together. 

During our Starbucks adventure at some point I had yawned and stretched my arms up to the sky. She noticed my belly button ring, which was a mermaid, and she said "You like mermaids?" I responded with "Of course, and don't laugh but I think they're real too!' She ended up laughing, but not at me (like my elementary school friends had) but because she believed in them too. Instantly I felt intrigued and became drawn to her. I confided in her and explained my situation with depression and insomnia. 

She then told me I should meet her Shaman (a person who acts as intermediary between the natural and supernatural worlds, using magic to cure illness, foretell the future, control spiritual forces, etc.) and receive Shamanic Reiki (Reiki: a healing technique based on the principle that the therapist can channel energy into the patient by means of touch, to activate the natural healing processes of the patient's body and restore physical and emotional well-being.) I asked her what it was and she educated me on the topics, after being informed I said "sign me up!" and we went the following week together. 

That first session changed my life. 

I went home after and got the best nights sleep I had in months, with out any medication. I woke up refreshed and excited about life. I wasn't afraid of my gifts anymore, in fact I kept going to this Shaman bi-weekly and learned about "what" I was. It felt so unbelievably good to meet someone just like me! Eventually, she taught me Shamanism. After that I sought out my reiki certification. NOTHING had ever felt so right to me, I was at peace not only with life, but with myself. In the long run my mother was some what right, I was born to heal the world, but not with only my words, but with my entire being. 

Shamanism and Reiki saved me, and if it was not for these two things I might not be here today. That thought motivates me everyday, to do what I do. I don't ever want someone to feel as lost as I did. I want to take what I’ve stumbled upon and educate others. These methods may not work for everyone, but they work for me. One thing I know for sure is I’m not alone, And I want others to realize that as well. 

My goal is to ignite a flame that sparks a forest fire. 

Read more about what I do here:

https://zauramarie.wixsite.com/bodyandspirit/dare-to-raise-your-vibration