My Background Information My name is Anne Marie. Some of my clients have asked me to share my story about how I came to do what I do. They felt it would be useful to others' personal healing paths.
My background is conservative with regards to paranormal phenomenon. My father remembered a bad experience with a Ouija board. He and his family had gone to Sunday mass. On the return from church he and some of his siblings immediately decided to play with the Ouija board. As the Ouija moved along the board it began to spell out curse words. At that moment my father decided the board was the work of the devil and refused to have one anywhere near him. We were forbidden to have one in our home.
My maternal grandmother, whose father had read tea leaves, moved into our house when I was twelve years old. My grandfather, her husband, had died and she sold her house and moved in with us. Well, she had a Ouija board and that was our secret we kept from my father. She kept it in her room under her bed. On occasion she would pull it out and we would use it. I am not sure if my mother knew about it. If she did, she never mentioned it. Neither my mother nor my grandmother agreed with my father about the evils of Ouija boards. How I knew that I am not sure. I just did. Personally, I thought of Ouija boards as interesting but I was not sure how it worked.
The only other type of paranormal behavior I remember is trying to do automatic writing. Automatic writing is where someone from another dimension writes through you using your hand. My sister and I both tried to do it. We were not very patient, being five and six years old. We soon stopped. It was boring. The Amazing Event of the Vibrational Energy Encounter It was on November 11, 1985 that my life changed, and began to take me in a new direction. At that time I was a single mother with a budding teenager. My job was being a Juvenile Probation Counselor and I had been working with felons the last two years. My friend Barb and I were treating ourselves to a latte and a chocolate chip cookie at the B&O Café. It was a holiday and we were "vacationing" for a couple hours. My "normal" world came to an abrupt end at eleven o'clock that morning. (Okay, if you were not paying attention that was 11/11 at 11.) I had just finished talking about my son and Barb was talking about one of her sons. As I listened I felt a vibrational current enter the top of my head and go through my body. This current traveled down both arms to my fingertips. I was holding a cup, the contents being about one-third full of a lukewarm latte. The cup shattered into tiny pieces. My favorite corduroy pants were drenched in light brown liquid. When I looked at my hands expecting to see blood I was shocked to see there were no cuts on my hands. As I looked down at the mess, I remembered the Memorex commercial about how the sound was so good in the quality of the cassette tape it would break a wine glass in tiny pieces when the opera singer hit the high note.
Barb and I sat there stunned! What just happened? One of the owners of the coffee shop ran over and apologized profusely. He insisted on making me another latte. Of course, I accepted, after all, I am from Seattle. I laughed when I saw my replacement latte brought to me in a styrofoam cup. The owner was not taking any chances!
As Barb and I tried to sort out what had happened, the discussion turned to the idea that this was a paranormal message. How to decipher it?
As it happened, a young man seated at the next table joined in our discussion. The universe being friendly provided us with some answers. He told us he had recently been studying paranormal behavior at John F. Kennedy University in San Francisco, California. Naturally I had never heard of the school but Barb had. She said it had an excellent program. The young man was pleased to hear Barb had heard of his school.
He proceeded to say that he was sure the glass breaking was some kind of paranormal sign and encouraged me to find a reputable psychic in the area. Now we were stuck. Barb and I thought about who might know a psychic in the area. Barb decided our South African friend, Penny might know. She did not, but told us another friend, Betsy, did. Betsy was very helpful and directed me to Rev. Joan Smith. She was a minister and a psychic. She told me it was significant, that I had a spiritual gift, and offered me guidance. Now My Life as a Vibrational Energy Worker Years have passed I feel honored to do this peaceful, creative work and cocreate health with others. People ask me what is my definition of an earth whisperer. It is someone who can hear the whispers of the earth and can communicate with the earth. It is my belief that the earth is a living organism. It is not static, it is constantly changing and redefining the land mass. It has earthquakes, erosion and rebuilding, river changes and movement deep within the ocean. The earth is full of wonder. Like many people I love the earth.