About Amanda

“The story starts in the middle, with the pain like fire. It has a molten core that I can identify — with my eyes closed I zoom in, past the radiating shards that pulse out of my joints to the ends of my limbs …
The agony is nightly now, beginning soon after sundown and jarring me awake after midnight when the slightest shift in bed strikes the flint. And tears are already streaming to the pillow when I come to.”

Although the moment is far in the past, I return to this excerpt about my experience with debilitating illness to remind me that diving with faith and boldness right into the core of suffering is actually part of what we are here to do. The most treacherous stretches of life are soul-opening  … and the pathways to a far better reality that we  have constant access to. I didn’t know until I had faced suffering how far my natural ability to connect with  spirit would take me.

My story, and the very human journey it describes, is shaped at every step by my connection to — or distance from — divine guidance. Once I let back in the cast-out gift I’d arrived with as a child to hear messages from spirit, I turned to relentlessly studying that gift instead of dwelling in conformity or self-doubt. I’ve combed through the spiritual beliefs of teachers from Albert Einstein to Thich Nhat Hanh and some more esoteric modern gurus … and I’ve found the essential scaffolding of my own beliefs is not so different from any of theirs, while our differences hold mystical keys to new doors we have to open in this era of global change.

With expanding knowledge of different wisdom traditions and through training for mediumship and  certification in spiritual coaching, I found myself helping more and more people. In every connection, whether in one-on-one spirit readings or groups and workshops, giving voice to and learning from the divine spirits among us is my utter joy.

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