How is it possible to work as a Director for a Mental Health Coalition, whilst openly speaking out about your past life as a Mayan? Lori Morrison tells us how as she #EmergesProud today.

Meet Lori Morrison, Spirit Concierge and Director of Education for the Mental Health Coalition for Arizona; an amazing soul now dancing through life after experiencing a “lasagne of trauma” and profound spiritual awakening:

LORI, The disintegration of my ordinary reality is a narrative non-fiction memoir that describes my spiritual awakening after the death of my husband, my struggles with others’ perceptions of my sanity, and my ongoing work to embrace my role as someone with one foot in everyday reality and the other in the spirit world. Through my experiences I am seeking to foster a broader understanding of what western medicine has come to label “crazy” and to generate a greater sense of our place in a multi-dimensional world.

At the heart of my story are a series of events that unfold at my home on a remote peninsula inside a volcanic lake in El Salvador, where, after my husband Tino’s death, I experience a barrage of psychic phenomenon including “coincidental” rainbows, indigenous drumming, snakes, and spontaneous rainclouds. These events crescendo to a night when, after a lightning storm, I am hit by a light beam. After three hours lying alone in a non-conscious state, I awaken to find that my perceptions of the three-dimensional world I lived in are no longer my reality. In a subsequent experience, another light enters me and sends me into what would become the first of numerous out-of-body experiences that would eventually drive me to the edge of insanity.
With the sudden dissolution of the veil between the human and spiritual world, I am able to see, hear, and feel spirits from multiple dimensions. Oddly, I also receive knowledge of ancient shamanic practices and of what I believe to be the Mayan language. Doing my best to live an ordinary life after an extraordinary experience, I face extreme challenges as I am dramatically affected by electronics, vibrations, and a chorus of Mayan ancestral voices that begin to communicate with me. Having been a left-brained entrepreneur most of my life, I have no template for understanding these experiences. In line with the well-documented prophesies of the Mayans, the voices speak of a new age when there will be a return to the heart and a kinder, gentler society will emerge. They go on to share that many are hearing the call to this shift and emerging to spread the wisdom of this cycle and that somehow I am a part of this awaited time. Dumbfounded by the information, I realize that in order to fulfill my role in this cosmic connection I must take the first steps on a six-year spiritual journey.

An excerpt from Lori’s new memoir, due out in May 2017:

After surviving another Christmas without Tino around, New Year’s Eve arrived. While I was waiting for the clock to strike midnight, I realized how much of a mistake it was to be anticipating what was next. I stopped myself and let the anticipation of what was next fade into reflections on New Year’s Eves past, the first kisses, the clinking of glasses, the noise-makers, and cascading fireworks. For fifty-six years I had been in similar settings waiting for a ball to drop. The fireworks went off. I wondered. What am I celebrating anyway? The past or the future? To celebrate either seemed futile to me now. I was simply in a place at a time, and that was all.
As much as I wanted to control my future I was beginning to realize that it doesn’t exist until it occurs. It was essential to stay present. Only what occurs is reality. I could no longer extend the view of my life so far out from me that I would never experience today.
In the weight of the moment, Tino swooped in and joked, “Did anything that you anticipated happening last year happen?” I laughed and said no. “So, what is all the new anticipation about?” he asked. “It is simply a guessing game people play. You all say that life will be different in the New Year, and of course it will. But that’s only because things change. This thinking is useless, as no one can know about tomorrow today.”
It was New Year 2012, the beginning of the year that the Mayan calendar would end a 25,000-year cycle, and I would have to be patient to know what the months ahead of me would bring.
Perhaps this New Year’s Eve should be about celebrating the moment. When the clock strikes twelve, stop and take a look around at where you are and who is with you. Take a snapshot in your mind. Cherish the kiss, the clinks of the glasses, the sounds and the excitement. Live into the NOW. It is really not about the past or future. Leave the thinking behind. The possibilities for change and the new always exists, your dreams are only a heartbeat away. Raise a glass to eternity and trust in the universe.