I am delighted to be back on the tribal scene to reconnect with those whom I lost touch with over the last year and to introduce myself to new friends as well. I am sharing my personal story to whoever is open or is curious as to why I dropped off the face of the earth for some time.

During the beginning of the year I experienced a spiritual death. I was deeply depressed to the point of almost committing suicide. At first I thought that I was just experiencing the holiday blues along with the Tsunami, Bush's re-election and the demise of Urban Forage in San Francisco (Highly conscious Raw Food restaurant). In hindsight, the hierarchy was preparing me for my work as a light worker for just months prior I went through a series if initiations from the Rocky Mountain Mystery School.

From the month of January thru the beginning of April I was sleeping 16 hours a day only to awake for work, eat, smoke spilifs, and periodically check in with my roommate (who had no idea what was going on). On the morning of April first, I awoke once again in my depressing bed. As I looked around my room, I felt the stagnant energy from the lack of sunlight and fresh air. I could hear my roommates laughing in the living room and found myself crying for the first time in months because I knew that I had reached the pentacle of this cycle and needed to make a decision. I was either going to reclaim my will to live fully in this physical realm and take responsibility for what I came here to do or cross over entirely knowing that there will be severe consequences.

I got out of bed and discretely disappeared out of San Francisco and took a greyhound cross country to New York city. Why New York? Why not? I had never been to the big apple and found that doing something as exciting as traveling on a greyhound to the east coast would serve as ignition to bring me back to life. I only knew one person who lived in New York and unfortunately; she and I had an intense falling out month’s prior. Once I got to Boston I gave my old friend a call and thank God the moment she heard my voice, it was all yuks and giggles. Ironically she had moved back to San Francisco but set me up with one of her good friends. By the time I arrived to New York I had a place to stay with two guys who acted as my guardian angels.
I only visited New York for about a week and then decided the best thing for me to do is go home to my family so that I could get proper support and healing. I have been in southern Cali ever sense.

During that bus ride to New York from San Francisco I felt transparent, as if the Misty I once had been died in the bed which served as an alter that I energetically created over those four months while sleeping. My decision to rise out of bed and make the choice to move forward was the beginning of my transformation...I passed the grueling test!! Seven months later I am fully reborn, transformed, and ready to reconnect with my tribe whom I missed greatly. I share my story with you because it is real, depression is real, and suicide is very real. As indigos, light workers, and light warriors, it is imperative that we protect ourselves from dark energies and ask for support the moment we feel overwhelmed.

I feel extremely blessed to have such an intense experience knowing that I am a child of the light and getting through that dark tunnel with my light still in tack. If you know anyone or if you are ever experiencing such emotions of depression or suicide, please do not hesitate to use me as a beacon.

With Love and Light,
Misty