I remember being seven years old when my mother called me to help her with a healing for a man in the village. It was a “Rebozo closing for someone who was energetically open.” I flatly refused and told my mother that I wouldn’t do it because the man smelled like a cow. I also said that I would never be a healer because the people in the village smelled bad. So, I grew up with the idea of leaving where I lived and pursuing a professional career elsewhere. We were poor, and although there was always food at home, there were many material needs. I realized from a very young age that the only way to get ahead was to be the best in school. From primary school to university, I had the highest grades, and studying was my salvation.

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At 18 years old, with only my pride and strong will, I went to study psychology in Mexico City. Before venturing into the big city, my godmother Edith, who was also a healer, warned me that sooner or later, I would become a healer. She was the only person who helped me understand why I had such intense visions while sleeping and why I could predict situations so easily.

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When I arrived in the city from the bus station, I asked for directions to get to the place where they were handing out tickets for the entrance exam I needed to take to enter the university. I was very disillusioned when I found myself standing with my “huaraches” and “morral” in front of thousands of people waiting for their turn to enter the office and obtain the ticket for the exam. However, in that moment of anguish, I told myself with great certainty that I would not wait in line and would enter through the main door. And so it was. I never waited in line because a young man, seeing me perhaps as lost and worried, offered to help me with my papers. He worked in the office and helped me after inviting me for a sandwich and juice.

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That is how I began many years of studying, working, and helping my family financially. Then one day, while walking down the street to go to the university where I was already working as a teacher, a foreign man rushed up to me and asked for directions. When I saw him, I immediately thought to myself, “I will marry this man.” And so it was. I moved with him to the United States, without any family, without knowing how to speak the language, without a job that would provide financial independence, and soon with four children to care for. This became a breaking point for me. It seemed that all my effort to study and get ahead on my own merits had turned into changing diapers and taking care of our home.

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One of those difficult days, I walked into the kitchen and started breaking dishes on the floor. It seemed that I had completely lost my mind, so I left the house and went to a library. When I got there, I felt so happy. The smell of books and the silence was something I missed. I picked up a book at random and read it completely. It was about meditation. At the end of the page, it said that all human beings have a Guardian Angel, and if we call on it with sincerity and humility, it will answer our prayers.

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So, with many more doubts than confidence, I prayed: “If it is true that there is Heavenly help, I want to see it for real, with my own physical eyes.” The next day, I parked my car near a restaurant, and when I got out, I saw something shining on the ground. I was surprised that people passed by and didn’t even notice it. I approached it, and when I looked closely, it was a clear crystal angel with a label that read, “I am your Guardian Angel”.

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From that day on, many changes in my life began to manifest without me asking for them, including a divorce. When I found myself in a foreign country with my children, without any family or friends, without a job, and without speaking English properly, I started to cry. I had never cried so much in my life as that day. I felt hopeless. I wondered what I was going to live on now and how I was going to raise my children.

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Then what happened next was what had already been predestined by God for me. I heard a voice saying, “Everything is fine, you are a healer.” I was surprised to hear that and asked myself, “But how am I going to work as a healer if no one here knows me?” The following week, a lady who put her children on the same school bus as mine began talking to me and told me that she had severe back pain, and no doctor or treatment had worked for her. Without thinking, I replied, “I am a healer”. From that moment on, people began coming to my house, and to this day, that constant flow of God’s grace has not stopped for me or for all those who have come for spiritual, physical, and mental help.

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All these years have also been years of strengthening my relationship with God and of my own spiritual cleansing and growth. This is how a healer from Oaxaca, Mexico arrived in foreign lands, without knowing that everything had already been written in her destiny, and that the most humble thing I could do was to accept God’s will and give myself completely to Him.