When Vibration Experiment first began, it was in the form of notes I was writing to myself.

Prior to that, when starting classes for my Master’s Degree, I needed help with a computer issue.

I didn’t know needing help would change my life!

When I asked in class, a fellow student named Vicki answered the question, extending her help by giving me her phone number and even telling me what time to call her that afternoon.

We became fast friends. Vicki didn’t just help me with technicalities; she got me to laugh through them! It takes a special, very funny, person to get me to laugh while I’m sitting at a computer, believe me!

Years later, the night before graduation, Vicki wanted to hang out but lay low because she was so excited for the ceremony and what it meant to her to have earned this degree. So, we hung out with my brother until she was ready to go home.

The next day, I went to the ceremony. Guess who wasn’t there?

I waited and waited. Soon I received a call from Vicki’s friend about an accident. Vicki’s car had been hit from behind the night before on her way home, by a car going at a high enough speed to send Vicki’s car into a situation that led to her having to be rescued by Flight for Life and taken to Froedtert Hospital. She was still alive, but was unconscious and, as it turned out, would pass away before long.

So began my personal metaphysical, spiritual discoveries.

I had grown up Catholic and had big-time faith in God since I can remember. I knew there was value to life, but suddenly I had no clue what it was. How could God take away Vicki’s daughter’s mom? The sweet little girl, before she understood what was happening, asking, “Why does everyone keep asking me if I’m okay?” kept ringing in my head.

I felt like a hollow version of myself. I went through whatever motions in life I had to, but for a full year I stayed in a weird haze. Metaphysical books became my new friends. I told my Aunt Anna about my haze and she reminded me that my Gramma Rose read a lot of Sylvia Browne books, so I went to Barnes and Noble and viola! There were my answers!

Haze be gone- I’m ME again!

I took notes on everything I wanted to be sure to remember.

Fast forward about a decade later…

I found myself again at a cross roads, but of a very different nature.

I had loved teaching very, very much for most of my career. But when it became more stressful than my health could handle, I felt my happiness dripping away. No, scratch that… I clearly remember, very frequently, telling myself that my job was “soul-sucking.” That’s not even a term I had ever used before, but it felt fitting for two years of my used-to-be-so-happy life.

I was feeling lost; I had never bothered having a career backup plan.

My biggest pleasure became daydreaming of running out of there as fast as I could, flailing my arms around in glee, all the way to Hawaii to do yoga.

It was kind of weird, actually, because although I had always wanted to go to Hawaii, I never had a desire for yoga. In fact, the only reason I ever did do yoga was because I had fractures on my feet that stopped me from doing cardio, dancing (and jumping off the couch and deck).

Struggles happened, a lot, for a long time, as I tried to find out what my path could be so that I could resign my teaching job.

I’ll leave out the details, as you already know what I ended up doing about that Hawaiian fantasy.

And while that all happened, I wrote notes to myself about the fun new things I was learning.

And here we have Vibration Experiment!