This post is part of a five-part series exploring my 5 Pathways to Transformation: Health, Relationships, Wealth, Work, and Truth. These essential areas shape the quality of your lived experience. When you bring clarity and alignment to each, you create a life that feels whole, meaningful, and deeply satisfying.
We began with Work—a sacred space to practice who you are here to be. Then we explored Relationships—the art of being in right relationship with yourself and others. From there, we looked at Health—not as a project, or something to fix, but as a sacred relationship with your own body. Then Wealth—not as a number or a finish line, but as a consciousness that transforms what’s possible.
Now, Truth—the discipline of choosing who you are, no matter the conditions.
Truth is not about facts or figures. It’s not about being “right.” Truth, in its highest form, is about remembering who and what we really are—whole, enough, free, and connected. In this final Pathway to Transformation, I want to share how Truth saved me—not as an abstract idea, but as a living compass that I return to again and again.
Most human beings walk through life attached to the material world—seeking success, validation, or relief from suffering. We’re often taught that something is fundamentally flawed in us, so we spend our lives chasing fulfillment outside ourselves. Yet somewhere within, we long for something deeper—faith, nature, creativity—to make sense of the human experience.
The Weekend That Changed My Life
When I was 22 years old, I was a young mom of two kids under three years old. I was in a volatile relationship, struggling financially, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Life felt like quicksand. I was trying desperately to pretend everything was okay. It wasn’t. But I didn’t want anyone to know.
I believed that if my circumstances changed, things would get better. I needed things to be better.
In that season of searching, I found myself at a workshop with Bob Proctor and Mary Morrissey. It was the year 2000, and they raffled off a three-year membership to their new internet radio station for inspiration and transformation, “Pioneers for the Possible.”
Something in me knew I would win that raffle. And I did. That membership included an annual retreat with some of the greatest spiritual teachers of the time.
A few months later, I sat in the front row of a small retreat in Palm Springs, led by Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer, Marianne Williamson, Michael Beckwith, and many others.
Michael Beckwith took the stage, and his words were a truth serum. I was 22. My life was hard. I was drowning. And yet, in his presence, I was reminded of what was Real. Tears streamed down my face. I was waking up. He had the audacity to affirm my wholeness, my potentiality, my power—despite my external reality.
That weekend changed my life—and I’ve spent the last 25 years living that change. I came home made new. I no longer identified with my struggle. I began to understand that I wasn’t just a human trying to survive; I was a divine emanation of life itself.
I gained access to choice. To the power of language. To the discipline of reality creation.
Choosing Your Truth
Today, I teach people about the transformational laws that govern the universe. I support others in discovering the desires of their soul and bringing them to form. And yes, this work can be life-altering—but that doesn’t make it sexy. I am in the trenches with it every day.
As a mom of four, I get the sacred opportunity to apply mystical principles to daily life. Recently, I traveled to Orlando for my son’s national volleyball tournament. It was his first year. His team was young, innocent, and not especially competitive. I was looking forward to the playfulness.
And then, chaos: just weeks before the tournament, four of twelve players backed out—two from medical issues, two from a lack of commitment. We arrived with only eight players, missing two of our strongest teammates.
Day one was rough. Really rough. Kids playing out of position, frozen on the court. We lost badly. My mind spiraled: blaming the club, the other families, the whole setup. My son, normally a bright light and team leader, looked deflated.
We had a choice.
We could suffer for the next three days. Or we could choose a new perspective. We could choose to see the gift, the opportunity, the divinity in this mess.
That weekend became one of my greatest teachers. Watching eight young men play eleven matches in four days, win only one, and still smile, support each other, and grow—that was Truth in action.
It was living proof that outcomes don’t determine experience.
Those families that backed out? They didn’t get the final say on our experience. We did. We got to choose who we would be in the midst of it all.
That weekend reminded me of the Truth: there is good in ALL things. There is a higher order to life, learning, and love that surpasses appearances.
Truth Is A Discipline
Truth is the ability to see wholeness and goodness beyond egoic preferences. It is the discipline of claiming peace, joy, and freedom no matter the conditions. Truth is the portal to liberation.
When human beings cultivate the capacity to source their good from the inside out, life alters.
That weekend, I offered that awareness to my son. I asked him to choose with me. To rise above discouragement. To become a generator of light rather than a drain. Sure, my competitive spirit flared up at times, but overall, we trusted the process. And we grew.
That’s what Truth is for me: the realization that you are more than your circumstances. That at any moment, you can connect with something greater than disappointment, blame, or fear.
When I rise up in Truth, I vibrate differently. I am magnetic—so are you.
And that? That magnetic and vibrational presence is what the world needs more of.
What Truth are you ready to claim, even if the outcome hasn’t changed yet?
Truth is not about being right. It is the discipline of claiming peace, joy, and freedom—no matter the conditions. This story is a reminder that your circumstances do not define you—your presence does.








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