The universe and the multiverse gives you signs, invite you to feel your way. By following that impulse, you can change the entire course of your life. Pay attention to how you feel about things, practice listening to your intuition, notice coincidences. It’s often more clear in hindsight. Here is how we were set up for this effort.
A Mysterious Letter
A strange, long, typed letter from a mysterious man named Mark Hamilton arrived on my fiancé’s desk a couple weeks after our first vacation together with all four of our children. It was 2008. Gene and I had just returned from a magical, over-the-top, Fourth of July holiday with our soon-to-be-blended family at The Cove Resort in Atlantis, Bahamas. We lounged and enjoyed soaking up sunshine at the extravagant, adult-only pool; and we talked at length about our future, our dreams, and the lifestyle we would like to create for our new family.
The letter offered an opportunity to buy a special book that would teach us secrets to unlimited wealth building. We supposedly had been handpicked as part of an elite group of individuals who qualified to receive this special offer. It was so personal and spoke of everything we had openly discussed at the resort—we thought someone must have overheard our conversation. The book was called “Neo-Tech”. Little did we know that this letter would set off a chain of events that would lead us down an unexpected path of growth, learning and, eventually, to a completely different understanding of the term NEO; plus participation in a world-changing film project.
The Wrong Coffee Line
Almost exactly a year later, my husband, Gene, and I found ourselves in Chicago attending a meeting of The Global Information Network (GIN). We had been invited to join this special club, again by Mr. Hamilton, to further expand our understanding of the secrets of the ultra rich.
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable about being at this seminar. We knew so little about the organization and had completely trusted a stranger to involve us. Yet it felt so correct for Gene and me to be there. We both believed in and trusted in our intuition. It was a strong bond in our relationship.
However, I had never experienced this type of organization before and felt a bit undeserving. I still felt some of the sting of years back in 2001 when I was a single mom, struggling! I had experienced homelessness, despair and shame, working every which way to make ends meet for my family! But I triumphantly climbed out of my hellhole and learned some of life’s greatest lessons. I was always open to learning more despite the fear as a lifetime seeker of growth and understanding. I knew first hand that every experience happens for a reason.
Walking a couple blocks to the host hotel for the opening session, I had not had a chance to grab a cup of coffee. However the line was extremely long so I told my husband I would slip back to our hotel and grab a cup there. It would probably be a lot faster than waiting in this long line. Plus, I had a free coupon.
Arriving back at our hotel, I was disappointed to see there was a long line there too. ‘Oh Well,’ I thought, and stepped into position in what I thought was where one lined up for the free java.
A nice lady with a back pack and a contagious, big-dimpled smile was standing awkwardly in line next to me. She introduced herself as Traci Bogan. She was equally frustrated about the long line, and, like me, willing to endure it due to the coupon for free wake up juice!
For the next 20 minutes or so I found myself sharing with Traci very intimate details about my past—trials and tribulations I had overcome in my life. This path had led me to meet the man of my dreams a couple of years ago, and joining this organization was an opportunity to make all of our dreams come true!
Traci, ironically, did the same; sharing her most intimate past details and what led her to join GIN. We both admitted that we rarely opened up to a total stranger about these types of things, but had felt a unique and special familiarity—a kinship, as if we had known each other our whole lives.
We reached the front of our line to collect our free cup of coffee only to discover we were in the wrong line! We laughed, hugged, and expressed how much we had enjoyed the wrong coffee line together. After exchanging emails, we said our farewells and hurriedly dissolved into the thousands of attendees to grab our seats at the seminar. We soon discovered that was not “the wrong line” after all.
Break for Lunch
The morning session ended. Gene leaned over, grabbed my hand and said “Lets walk back down past our hotel to a restaurant, I believe I saw a Morton’s Steak House,” which was a bit further away, “to beat the crowd.” I said, “Great idea.”
We were one of the first to arrive and as I excused my self to freshen up in the restroom. Gene said he would get a table. When I returned, the restaurant was flooded with people. Gene stood facing the entrance, and at 6 feet 5 inches tall, he was easy to spot through the crowd! I sat down, my back facing the entrance.
As the crowds began to pour in to the restaurant it was obvious a lot of customers were going to have to wait quite a while for lunch. We had two extra seats at our table. As I turned to look at the huge crowd of people behind me, who do I see but Traci standing at the bar looking for a place to sit down. “Oh my gosh, honey!” I said to Gene. “There is the girl I told you about this morning; the one I met in the coffee line!” I exclaimed. What a coincidence! I suggested, “why don’t we invite her to sit with us.” I turned back to get her attention and called out her name, motioning her over to our table. Traci blushed with a surprised, almost embarrassed look as she approached us.
What were the odds of running into someone out of thousands of people at a seminar, at the same restaurant out of so many to choose from, blocks away from the host hotel! I knew when I first met her we “could” become great friends if we followed up with an email. However the possibility also existed for our best intentions to get thwarted by the busy-ness of life, in addition to the fact that she lived in Wisconsin and we lived in Florida.
After a wonderful lunch together, Traci offered us a ‘true confession’. She had been watching my tall good-looking husband over the sea of seminar attendees through out the morning. She had been so attracted to his stature, style, and confident poise—and she wondered if he was possibly available. When she saw him in the restaurant she mistook his waving me over as a gesture inviting her over to his table. Then she noticed me as I looked over my shoulder to scope out the room. Like it says in the Alanis Morissette song Ironic: “It’s meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.” In this case we had already met of course and couldn’t believe the irony, humor, and her embarrassment of the entire experience. We laughed and enjoyed the law of attraction at work!
From this moment forward, the weekend encounter in Chicago set up a life long friendship. Over the next seven years we continued to keep in touch, calling periodically, and always picking up from where we had left off as if little time had past since our last conversation.
A Quantum Weekend
In June of 2015, I had been in a big slump and was really requiring a talk with a girlfriend. I have two go-to friends with whom I can share anything. One of them I was unable to reach due to her struggles with a challenging disease and I didn’t desire to add to her burden. The other was Traci, however I hesitated for weeks knowing how busy she was, and I hadn’t talked to her in a while. The last thing I desired to be was a Debbie Downer. I was usually the ultimate of positive and able to recover from any set back. I was the girl that could make lemonade out of any type of sour fruit dished to me.
This time, I was struggling to climb out of the hole I had dug for my self. As synchro-destiny would have it, Traci called me out of the blue! I told her I had been thinking about calling for her.
I shared my woes and she told me to use my “trust ball.” Traci recommended that I attend a workshop. She insisted that I commit to a weekend event experiencing the Quantumpathic Energy Method developed by an amazing lady named Sherry Anshara. It was less than a month away. So I made it happen.
The weekend was amazing. I had been on a journey most of my life to find the answers to so many of life’s puzzling questions. Sherry Anshara’s method completed the picture. For the first time all the pieces to the puzzle came together and I saw the big picture! Anything truly is possible!
The day after I returned home I couldn’t get the weekend out of my mind. My first thought was that everyone in the world should know this information. However it would take forever if Sherry Anshara continued to just share it over a weekend at her QuantumPathic Center of Consciousness in Scottsdale, Arizona. I asked the question; “What would be the fastest way to share this knowledge?”
Then an Idea came to me. I immediately called Traci and told her we should make a documentary about Sherry Anshara and the QuantumPathic Energy Method. She asked me how to do that and I laughingly replied; “I have no idea! But if it’s meant to be everything will fall into place piece by piece. Maybe we should start by looking for someone who knows how to make a movie; like a producer.”
Two days later I got a call from Traci. She had just spent the evening with Sherry Anshara at a bar she would never visit, and, who sits down next to her but a documentary producer who is interested in our movie idea! William Caple III steps up for the project.
Three weeks later, on July 22nd 2015, Will, Sherry, Traci and I, “The Core Four” as we call ourselves, had our first conference call to begin the QuantumPathic Consciousness Project and share the knowledge of the QuantumPathic Energy Method (QPEM) in an effort to change the world! Seven months later we would find two other key partners. One ironically shares the same birthday as our first conference call date…and then again, maybe not so ironic. And, so, our journey continues to expand….
The setup stories commemorate year one of developing the documentary “Why Are We Still So Bleeped Up?!” to educate about QPEM and the film “Not Just Another Bleeped Up Love Story” that entertains and enlightens with a story based on the truth.