Mystic Amaline

Life is a gift, and I feel deeply fortunate to still be here. Though I consider myself blessed, my path has been steeped in pain, near-death experiences, and challenges I never could have imagined as a child. Back then, I pictured my adult life unfolding like the warm, predictable worlds of 1980s sitcoms—Family Ties, Three’s Company, Designing Women. But life had other plans, and each twist brought its own lessons, struggles, and thresholds to cross.

To survive the continual storms, I learned to keep much of my inner world private—a quiet shelter that spared me unnecessary grief. As a child, I was often sent outside to play or to the basement, where boxes of craft supplies became my treasures. Art and nature were my sanctuaries, the places where my spirit felt safe enough to speak. I have always been someone who searches for the silver lining, even in the rain.

Growing up in the Roman Catholic tradition gave me a strong spiritual foundation, yet there were moments when I felt something beyond what I had been taught—glimpses of a living, breathing mystery. Most around me did not believe such things could still happen, even though the Gospels told of miracles in the distant past. I kept my experiences quiet, often suppressing or doubting them. But deep within, there was a gentle pull—an invitation toward other ways of connecting with the divine, through astrology, tarot, and the old languages of Spirit.

I have always felt the presence of angels and benevolent guides in the unseen realms. In one of the darkest chapters of my life—when my body was breaking and I stood at the threshold of death—I poured every ounce of myself into prayer, calling out for help. And then, the veil between worlds began to lift. Answers came like whispers from eternity—through animals crossing my path at just the right moment, through the strange poetry of synchronicity, and through dreams that glowed with meaning. These moments, the ones that birthed my Vital Native Animal Medicine Oracle cards, grew from that sacred turning point when I surrendered completely to Spirit on my deathbed and begged for the grace of another chance to walk this Earth.

Before reaching that brink, I had wandered for years in search of healing—like a traveler crossing endless landscapes in search of a hidden spring. For 7½ years, I lived as a vegetarian; for nearly two decades, I cycled through seasons of veganism and raw food devotion. I juiced vibrant produce, followed plant-based paleo, fermented vegetables, crafted tinctures under the moon, ate with the turning of the seasons, and tried every supplement and superfood that promised renewal. I invested in a sauna, brought home commercial-grade ozone equipment, soaked in mineral-rich hot springs, and sought the hands of massage therapists to release the knots in my body. I explored acupuncture, chiropractic care, sound healing, frequency therapies, and zappers. I turned away from tap water, embraced visualization and meditation, and let the stillness of nature speak to me. I dove into hot and cold plunges, moved through weight lifting, boot camps, Zumba, the Bar Method, and pilates.

I even invested $17,000 in the BX Protocol and subjected myself to every cleanse, enema, and detox agent I could find. I completed the Dr. Shoemaker protocol. Yet in the end, these efforts felt like they were only keeping me afloat in deep waters, never bringing me to shore. Through it all, essential oils were my quiet companions, offering comfort in my darkest hours. Some of my most profound shifts came from unexpected places—the grounding simplicity of the carnivore diet, the steady warmth of infrared sauna sessions, the cleansing embrace of salt baths, the gentle awakening of my spine through mindful movement, and the quiet strength of barefoot connection with the earth.

Many of these practices brought brief light into the darkness—small candles in a long night—and some were guided by the whisper of intuition. But true transformation began only when I released my grip entirely, letting the winds of Spirit carry me. I was guided by unseen allies, my prayers rising aloud like offerings, my voice strengthened by song, my heart steadied by the spark of divinity within. Trusting this inner light above all external noise, I stepped from the shadows into the dawn.

Magic is everywhere. The divine moves through all things—within me, within you, within the plants, the animals, the stones, the waters, the elements, the planets, and the stars. It is the Great Mystery, and I am in love with it. All life is sacred. You are sacred. We must honor one another, and our allies among the animal, plant, and stone nations. Pray. Pray aloud. Vital Native.