This is an incredible example of the FREEDOM and POWER that coaching and energy clearing sessions can bring. When I first met this young talented guy and heard his story, I truly couldn’t connect to the outcome and ‘reality’ he was facing. I only saw an enormous potential for self awareness, healing, and growth. And this is the brave journey I had the gift of witnessing over the past years. I watched this man shift from anger, confusion and deep fear into complete love and forgiveness, not only for himself, but for everyone involved. It is no coincidence that the last day before his sentencing, he had finally stepped into complete peace. He received a miracle, a true shift in perception, that altered his life forever. I hope this inspires us all to lean into the lessons that life is trying to teach us on a daily basis with the same courage and grace.
-Trina
"Less than one year ago I met Trina at a Songwriting Workshop. I was incredibly tired and just about to leave the building before Trina addressed the room. She stood up with confidence and in an anxious yet passionate voice asked, “Do you really want to know what it takes?” I was instantly captivated. She gave a speech about the music industry that was real, honest, introspective and had me questioning myself deep down. Afterwards I felt compelled to learn more. So the next day I set up a one on one coaching session with her. When I walked into her room, she quietly asked me “What would you like to talk about?” I was there to discuss my songwriting, but instantly had no intention of chatting about my music. For the past year, I had been living silently with a serious burden. I was arrested on a felony drug conspiracy charge with severe penalties. I was told not to share this anyone. Besides for my immediate family and best friend, no one knew. At that point even my family was unaware of the details of my crime. I paused and told myself “No, I can’t tell her.” I remained silent for a few seconds but the voice inside me urged me to open up. I did. I couldn’t stop myself and I vented for over an hour. The rest of the meeting was a complete blur, but I left as if a huge weight had been lifted.
My legal battle started to escalate and continued to drag on, but my outlook and path started to change. Trina recommended a few books. I read them instantly. The insight I quickly developed was indescribable. As I approached a series of legal events I met with Trina before each one. Each time she focused in on my true pain and did a series of energy clearings, meditations and coaching. It is hard for me to describe what we did as my focus was being in the moment, but every session was beyond enlightening. At the end of these sessions, I was able to see my path and purpose with utmost clarity. No words can verbalize the impact.
As time passed the reality of my legal situation was amplified. I signed a plea agreement and plead guilty subjecting myself to a minimum of 5 years in prison. I had meetings with the government. They wanted me to be a “cooperator.” I refused to take that path. I decided to be true to myself, be brutally honest and let my heart and soul guide every action. I was told that the federal prosecutor was my enemy. I did not believe that. I went with my gut. I thought he was a good person and I treated him with kindness and respect. I was told that the Judge was strict and by the book. I sent love his way months before I even saw him.
As things got worse I put more energy into resolving my problems with spirit, love and rationale. I continued to meet with Trina and every time was pushed further down the right path.
On the day of my sentencing, I got to the courtroom early. I introduced myself to the US Marshall and Law Clerks. I sat down and envisioned the room in light, feet planted firmly on the ground knowing I was in full control of the situation. I pushed out as much love as I possibly could, squinting my eyes until the room started to fill with friends and family. I looked over at the crowd that gathered. They filled the entire room. I had to turn away. It made me cry and I had to keep focused on maintaining my composure so I could listen and speak. The federal prosecutor entered the room. I shook his hand and said, “Good morning Rick.” He smiled. I sat down closed my eyes and continued to fill the room with light, sending all of my love to my lawyer, the judge, the prosecutor and my family. The judge entered the courtroom. He was relaxed. He seemed like a good and fair man. He spoke and I smiled. When he looked at me, he did not look down at me. He had a smirk about him. My lawyer started to discuss some inaccurate information in the plea and pre-sentence report. It was crucial to correcting my role in the crime. In short, the government said my role was longer and more involved than it actually was. Though there was no published information to back my lawyer’s statement, the prosecutor simply said, “I cannot refute that.” The judge accepted my lawyers statement that I started my involvement at a way later date and ended my involvement before my codefendants were arrested. It was the truth and the judge knew it. He made it fact right there in the courtroom. He then asked me, “I wanna know how you got into this?” I spoke from the heart and told him the truth. He asked a few questions and we conversed, later to find out that this is not common during a federal sentencing. He told me to continue speaking. He looked me in the eye the entire time and listened intently. I did the same. I took risks. I accidentally cracked a joke and abandoned my planned speech on several occasions. Each time I diverged from the path he nodded in affirmation of my statement. We connected.
I went with my gut instinct, which was the biggest lesson I learned from this whole experience.
It soon became time to hear the Judge’s sentence. He spoke for a long time. He told a story and focused on the importance of the federal guidelines. He said he must abide by the federal guidelines. These are the same guidelines that recommend a 37-46 month prison term. His words started to darken the room. I continued to look him in the eyes and listened with trust. At the end, he mentioned a need for significant variance and quickly gave me my sentence. 4 years probation and 200 hours of community service. The lowest possible sentence he could have offered. He smiled. I smiled.
At this time I am experiencing an overwhelming amount of joy and purpose. There were many factors that played a part of my destiny that day, but I believe Trina’s support, love and wisdom is one of the main reasons I can sit here and write this in freedom, today."
-Rob R.
Expect A Miracle
