We recently connected with Marnie Vincolisi and have shared our conversation below.

Marnie, thanks for joining us, excited to have you contributing your stories and insights. It’s always helpful to hear about times when someone’s had to take a risk – how did they think through the decision, why did they take the risk, and what ended up happening. We’d love to hear about a risk you’ve taken.

Life does not come with instructions or a glossary so there was no reference point for me to access when I knew change was at hand. I just needed to trust life’s messages and to go with the flow. The change happened immediately. The messages were coming to me for a year, but I didn’t hear them until that day when I almost crashed while traveling. The message to move on to a new vocation at first came in a soft voice but that voice became louder as time went on. My messages do not come in voices or guides at my bedside, they come from my observations of inanimate things around me. This communication was coming from my van.

You see, my van was the place I spent much of my time. I traveled over 40,000 miles a year pulling a 12’ trailer, going to art shows to sell my wares. Talk about stress! I’m not very big, only five foot two inches tall, and looked pretty funny behind the wheel of a big van. I hardly peeked over the wheel but nonetheless, there I was. In the summer of 1995, I was on a sales tour, first to Chicago and then on to Texas. These were pre-Christmas art and craft shows and in the past, they had been quite profitable. But life had another idea in mind.

In the middle of Iowa, on a sunny August day, the wheel of my van began to make a strange noise, so I pulled over to a gas station to investigate. Unfortunately, there was no mechanic on duty and I was told I would have to continue for nine more miles to the next exit. I nervously stepped back into my van, and got back onto the interstate, hands sweating, heart beating fast and wheels grinding. I needed help. There was no one I could see on this physical plane so I felt I might as well call in the ones who never left my side. I called in all of my angels.

The minutes felt like hours and at last, I was at the exit I needed. It was a small town, one gas station, one café (not a restaurant, a café), and one motel. I pulled into the service station and as the mechanic jacked my van onto the lift, the wheel fell off. He looked up at me with intensity and said, “Lady there was an angel holding this wheel on.” “I know,” I replied. “I put her there.” The bearings were gone – toast.

My intuition told me to ask him to check the other axle. He felt it was not necessary because both bearings would not go out at the same time. The voice in my head would not be still, so I told him to check it anyway. That axle was in almost the same condition, just about ready to go. He appeared to be a gentle soul and I felt his compassion as he informed me the parts needed would have to be ordered and would not be in for two days and another day to do the repairs. There was nothing to do but wait it out and get to the show late.

Waiting was and still is not one of my strong points, but there was nothing else I could do. It was now quite apparent I was not going to be able to sell my merchandise that weekend. Here was the scenario: it was the fall, I sold toys, and this was the big push for Christmas. If I missed these two shows I was going to lose a big piece of my income for the holiday season.

This incident was at the end of a trail of many unfortunate circumstances that had occurred during the previous year. During my fifteen years in this business, I traveled forty thousand miles each year across the country without car trouble. If my van needed repair, it let me know when I was comfortably in my hometown. I never missed an art show because of bad weather, accidents or van problems, until this year.

Even though the entire year I had van troubles, my angelic protectors were always by my side. When I had a problem with my van while I was out of town, I would miraculously be situated near a gas station. In May, I was on a stretch of road in New Mexico where there were no towns for seventy miles. I stepped on the gas pedal and it dropped to the floor; there was no acceleration in the van. I could see the town just ahead and I was able to coast down the hill, into the town and stopped directly in front of the gas station.

In July in Missouri at an art show, my trailer had a flat tire, my battery went dead and I left my keys for my trailer back in Colorado. All was taken care of in divine order. The battery went dead at night at the hotel where I could recharge it. My flat tire was discovered just before I left to go home and I got to the tire store on a Sunday just before they closed. Once again my angels were with me. Each time I had a problem with the van, I knew it was a message to dissolve my business but I was not listening. If I quit this business now, what would I do? I found it easier to ignore my guidance than to step up to the plate and venture on and create a new business.

The situation in Iowa finally opened me to a new perception. I was being guided, not coerced, to get out of this business, for the Universe had something else in mind for me. I realized at this point, there was nothing else to do but trust the voice which was directing me and my decision was made. As I walked into what appeared to be the “Bates Motel,” I sat down on the bed and I spoke out loud to the Universe. “OK, I am listening, I quit.” At that moment I folded my business.

My van was repaired and I drove home to Colorado and cried as I drove across the state line. I was home, what a relief. I was so busy running from my guidance I did not realize the stress I was under. Once I recognized I no longer needed to drive across the county by myself I let go. My tears reflected the emotion of peace and relief. Now all that I needed to do was wait for the Universe to give me my next orders. After all, I was finally listening!

I assumed the answer would no doubt come quickly, at least within a month or two, or three or four. Well, how about nine months? Yes, it took nine months for the Universe to present to me my next step. I now see those nine months were the gestation period I was given to prepare for my next step, for it was a big one.

Much to my surprise the next rung on my ladder turned out to be Reiki. I had heard about Reiki five years prior but the concept was quite foreign to me and I never really saw myself as a healer. Somehow exploring the healing arts felt right to pursue this time. My faith was being tested, for the Reiki master teacher suggested for my training was in Germany. I had never been off the North American continent nor had never spoken another language, so this took a lot of faith to use my savings and go to meet a strange woman in a faraway land. I had been out of work for nine months and a trip to Europe seemed rather extravagant.

Victoria Lyndt was the master teacher who attuned me in Germany. She was trained by Mrs. Phyllis Furumoto, who is Mrs. Hawayo Takata’s, (grand master of Reiki) granddaughter. This is my lineage but as a non-traditional master I do not usually mention my line back to Takata. I feel we all have our own direct connection to the divine essence of Reiki, we bring in our individualized presence of this divine light and love and therefore there is little need to focus on how many steps the student is from the master. We are all masters in our own right and I honor that in myself and in others.

My Reiki instruction was brief yet the experience was transformational. After five days in Germany, I returned to American soil, happy to be home and clear as to my next step. I did not feel mass amounts of energy moving in my hands, I really did not feel any sensations when I placed my hands on another but that did not matter. In my heart I knew I was given the gift to teach others and share the process of healing and personal empowerment. I had never taught and knew little of healing, yet it all seemed right. I was stepping into the apparent flow the Universe had set up for me and I felt at peace.

Awesome – so before we get into the rest of our questions, can you briefly introduce yourself to our readers.

Our bodies work like biological computers.

If there are too many programs open and running, the machine can become less effective, moving slowly, and may even crash. It registers in the body system by being scattered, having low energy, confusion, and lack of direction, thus becoming less proficient in everyday activities.

Marnie has an amazing ability to uncover the core issues that create these imbalances clear the disturbance and reboot your biological computer. The results are felt immediately.

Directed by your higher self, Marnie will use healing techniques so her clients become neutral to issues that have limited them in the past. The corrections clear all negative memories and they will not activate again as they are then seen in a new perspective, free from judgment. The client is then able to move forward in their life without the obstacles that have hindered them in the past.

Marnie’s gift is the ability to locate the programs that are interfering with the body systems: physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. She will locate the original core programs, file them in the proper location, and get the body up and running at optimum efficiency.

After a session clients feel energized, relaxed, clearer, lighter, have less pain, and are once again in charge of their life. The sessions are usually 1 hour but much can be accomplished in only 30 minutes if a shorter session is required.

Because this work is energetic there is no need to be physically present to feel and sense the clearings. Marnie comes from a space of love and compassion for her fellow man which shows in her teachings and treatments. Her sessions as effective over the phone or on line, as they are in person.

If you could go back, would you choose the same profession, specialty, etc.?

I absolutely would pick the same profession. Actually, it picked me. I love how my life has unfolded. I am dyslexic and never did well in school yet I have risen about that difficulty and have written five books. My skill for teaching others in a way that is easy to understand comes from being dyslexic. I had to make concepts simple for myself which now helps my audience.

Can you share a story from your journey that illustrates your resilience?

When I would share my story about how I searched for my father whom I never met, people would look at me with tears in their eyes and often say, ‘You’ve got to write a book.

It took time to process my journey as the stories about my father’s family developed. I began to realize that I had a riveting story to tell and through my practice, I saw my life’s journey was not that different from others.

Because I discovered how to release my pain and feel compassion for those who hurt me, I felt compelled to enlighten others on how they can do the same. Hence the birth of my book, “They Did the Best They Could, Discovering Your Path to Compassion.”

Contact Info:

• Website: https://lightinternal.com
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