I don’t like going to pubs — I don’t like big parties, huge concerts or really any kind a larger gathering of people. There it is, I said it out loud!

However, if you've ever meet me at a party I can be quite happy, funny and even charming…for a short while. But I am the one that leaves too early, often under the radar, without saying an official good bye. I sneak out and when the door closes behind me, I draw a deep breath and go: Finally! SPACE TO BE!

I am what many would call ”an introvert”. What is that? Wikipedia says: Introverts are drained by social encounters and energized by solitary, often creative pursuits. Their disposition is frequently misconstrued as shyness but many introverts socialize easily; they just strongly prefer not to.

That is pretty right on, as a description! It goes on to say that introverts are more interested in what goes on on the inside, than on the outside. I am actually not so sure about that part… I would...

When I started Access Consciousness®, my main issue was really how to be. And I mean with everything and everyone.

I was so darn accomplished and likable and good at everything. And yet I was utterly confused about who I was.

When I was a kid, I was, "different." I was told I was childish, a bit weird and way too nice. And on top of that I was really good in school. In fourth grade, I was so bullied that my parents moved to another part of town, and I got to start again, at another school.

I made sure I would never be bullied again. I started to wear the in-clothes, said the 'right' things and made friends with the most liked and coolest girls in the class. I discovered that I could be really, really good at that as well — at fitting in.

My strategy was quite basic: making sure people liked me (even though I was dead sure that if they saw who I truly be, they definitely would not). I became a star chameleon!

And life went on. I very successfully used my chameleon talents...

I’ve always wanted to be an explorer, to go where no one has ever gone before.

And I’ve done some crazy things in my life; crossed the border from El Salvador in the back of a truck, walked red poppy-fields with talibans and flown on a Russian airplane with as many goats and pigs, as people.

Yet, every adventure was always somehow still within the edges of the known world…everything had been said, seen and done before.

I desired to go where the old maps said: Beware, Beyond Here Be Dragons!

I knew there had to be something more, something different, something yet un-explained … What was the point of being here otherwise?

It really wasn’t until I began taking Access Consciousness® classes that I realised that those darn irritating known edges were … not … real.

The world is actually INFINITE, there are dragons everywhere — and they are BEAUTIFUL!

Today I am a facilitator of consciousness. I get to explore the creative edges of...

One of the stories that is always re-told in my family is how my very tiny aunt lifted a huge, huge, stone off my cousin when he was a a little kid. It fell on him in a cave and she just lifted it off, like it was made of rubber. Afterwards, a couple of men went back to the place it happened and none of them could move the stone a millimeter!

Now, the interesting part is that everyone in my very scientific family agreed that this was…a miracle. In spite of everything they know this actually happened, and undeniably so.

Some call these times in our lives peak moments. Those moments when we, in a split second, step into total awareness and access our capacities and everything we and our body truly be — way beyond what we could ever imagine.

A few years ago now, I was drowning. I was right outside the beautiful sunshine coast in Australia, pulled out in a really strong rip-tide that I had made more powerful than me.

I was getting nowhere, and I was desperately fighting to...

I used to rely entirely on my brain. Even in the midst of trauma and drama, I would count on my brain to somehow get me out of it. I was a first-class head-tripper.

Then I had my Access Bars® run. The person running them said my healing bars were going like crazy and that usually meant that I was…a healer.

Me, a healer? My brain went into high gear and talked to it's favorite cohort at the time: my mind. After turning this information over a couple of times, they dismissed it as not fitting into any of the pre-defined compartments of me.

Yet, deep within my being a tiny, shiny question started to form...Who was I, really? What if I wasn't what I had decided I was? What if I was something completely different?

And there was something awakening in me that I can best describe as... hope.

A couple of weeks later I chose (to my brain's surprise) to have a private session with Dain. That session blew my whole world apart! I opened my eyes and knew that this was the end and...