Life went on. As did I from Spain to Holland, Germany, Austria, the United States and then back to where I began – Spain. And with this physical journey, there was a mental one, as I was drawn into one set of healing skills after another.

My first encounter with this world was inevitable. At the age of 23, I met Carmen who taught me how to throw the tarot cards, in the Spanish way. It was the beginning of a realization that what I saw and heard was something that I could use and not be afraid of.

But it was only in my thirties,  once I felt established as an adult, and secure in myself, that my gift could emerge and take wing. I needed to process my own childhood traumas and circumstances before I could feel secure enough to explore these previously terrifying happenings. After that point, there was no turning back.

When I was little, I spent a lot of time looking at the stars. My first memory as that of a 2.5-year-old is searching the skies. What I was looking for, I’m not quite sure. And even now, as I look upwards, the quest remains. The difference is that more than four decades later, I can see the patterns they make. And recognize them.

My journey into the ‘esoteric’ began at that point, even though I didn’t realize it. Maybe, as a child who had lost her mother when I was two-and-a-half, and separated from my home and sister to be brought up by my grandparents raised more questions than a regular child would have.

I finished my formal education and went on to a traditional ‘career’. All the time, the mysteries of the universe kept on sending me messages, feelers – to draw me in. As a child, these messages terrified me, as I could not understand them. I saw things that I could not understand, and would be afraid to sleep alone almost till the age of 10.