Faith, Miracles, and a Renewed Purpose


UNDENIABLE COVER 2014Wednesday, May 4, 2015

From a very early age, I knew my life would have to be fascinating or it wasn’t worth my time. It would have to include the mysterious and the miraculous and take me from very low points to very high points in order for me to see the whole picture clearly. I knew I would take the lessons I’d eventually learn and share their message with the world. Maybe that’s why, as a toddler, I used to line up all of my stuffed animals classroom-style and play teacher. I was practicing.

At 5 years of age, I probably didn’t realize it would take me half a century to finally do the sharing. But some lessons take time…and sharing of the message cannot precede the lesson or it will be unauthentic and therefore useless. It took me forever to get that.

Miracles exist. They are regular occurrences that most of us miss. They require faith. If the word “faith” makes you uncomfortable then substitute it with something else. Use the word “belief” or “anticipation” or “expectation” or “knowing.” Those who believe, expect, anticipate, and know – are the ones that experience miracles on a regular basis.

What has happened to our ability to experience miracles? We rarely hear about them unless we dig deep. Has the media jaded us? Have we become too stressed? Have we lowered our expectations so much that miracles are no longer within reach? It seems that we’ve replaced the desire to experience miracles for the pleasure of complaining. Unfortunately, the art of complaining has far reaching consequences. It breeds negativity that can destroy an entire race.

Isn’t it time to choose miracles again?

This book is about faith, because faith it is the vehicle to miracles. I use the word “faith” because it is the word that was shown to me when I first received the inspiration to write this book on October 21, 2009.

“God” is another one of those words that can make people uncomfortable. Throughout this book, which spans several decades of my life, you’ll notice I use a variety of words to describe “God” depending on where I was in my spiritual journey. I’ve used the words: Goddess, Universe, Source, Creator, Great Spirit, Divine Feminine, Almighty, Higher Power…and even the word Team. These words may hold an entirely different meaning to you; therefore choose what is most comfortable.

On and off, throughout my life, I’ve lost my faith in many things, including God. Which is odd for someone who has not only experienced some of the most incredible miracles, but has also had some of the most fascinating interactions with God. A spoiled brat may reside in all of us. Mine was out of control at times. Losing faith in ourselves can send us spiraling into dark and scary places emotionally. I have struggled with that as well, yet always seemed to bounce back. Recently though, bouncing back seemed impossible, no matter how much I tried to save myself, no matter what I did to change the momentum. When hope diminishes, so does our recollection of purpose.  A string of “bad luck” and heart break corroded my purpose and I felt very little reason to exist.  For the first time in my life, I felt dead inside. In the darkest moment I’ve ever experienced, my faith in God was miraculously restored.

God will use any method necessary to wake us up. In my case, it was a storefront psychic in south Florida, less than one week ago.

When I started this book back in 2009, I never expected it would take me seven years to complete. But I’ve learned that the book is a living, breathing aspect of me that has it’s own timeframe in mind. The book knew I was far from ready to write about a subject as important as faith, even if I thought I was. I had a lot yet to discover about faith before I was permitted to pick up where I left off.

I returned to Pennsylvania from Florida on Monday afternoon with an entirely new understanding of faith. On Tuesday morning, I felt the gentle nudge of God directing me to pick it back up again. “It’s time.” The book is finally confident in my ability to continue as planned.

May your faith in you, in God, and in all of life, open you to the world of the miraculous!


(Preface for an upcoming book:  Undeniable: Blind Faith in the 21st Century)


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Right brain = Heaven. Left brain = Hell.


I’m no scientist, so don’t bother being a big-dumby-left-brain by scrolling down and looking for statistics.  You won’t find them.  You will, however, find this lovely picture…

"What Dreams May Come" (1998)

Robin Williams in “What Dreams May Come” (1998)

And that makes me happy.  My right brain and my heart are in cahoots, so when I engage the right brain, I see the good in the world and I’m happy (and happiness is contagious).

But when I engage my left brain (without any help from the right brain), it’s dismal.  See, I have these difficult days when my left brain kicks in and hunts down the “truth about the world” that I tell myself I deserve to know.  And I go from one subject to another (and another) and within a few hours, I sink into a pit of hell as my left brain races off the track like a train out of control – I’m talking way past the usual things like financial pressure, lack of work, health issues of family members, world hunger, a skin tag growing in an uncomfortable place, biting mosquitos, rising gas prices and too much traffic.

No, no, no…it’s much worse.  This train goes way off the track towards GMOs, Chemtrails, New World Order, Human Trafficking and a slew of other horrendous issues that pull my interests away from normal-everyday-annoying-bull-crap-type-stressors and into hours of concern which leads to hours of research, where I learn about even bigger and nastier atrocities that are supposedly hidden from us…which in turn leads to way more concern and ultimately, depression.

And that, my friends, renders me completely useless.  My energy plummets.  I can’t smile. I’m not fun to be around. I become paranoid.  Possibly even snappy.  I basically land up in HELL and stay there until I finally get a grip and make a conscious decision to “smell the roses” again and get back into my Right brain.

My left brain can be my biggest enemy when I let it loose.  I take myself too seriously at times.  I take the world too seriously.  And the bottom line is, I land up perpetuating the problem.  Of course I know some people will jump all over that – yes, I’ve heard it before.  Like the time, I commented on a Facebook post, and some other commenter (a guy I don’t know) labeled me “sheeple” and “weak” and told me I was part of the problem and said “Do the world a favor and educate yourself before you comment on something you don’t understand!”

Oddly, he and I were in agreement about the horrendous issue (it was an upsetting quote by a certain Rockefeller), but when I mentioned (in my comment) the need for us to create more love in the world, he completely lost it and launched his attack on me.

My last comment to him was “Whoa dude! I am not the enemy!”  That didn’t stop him – he continued ranting about “ignorant people” [like me] “who hide [their] head in the sand!”  I let it go and he got the last word – why argue with an unreasonable person who makes claims about someone they don’t even know?  But he helped me to realize how a “concerned citizen” can actually perpetuate the very problem that he/she hates so much!  His negativity and hatred for the elite, for GMOs, for NWO, etc., only fuels that fire.  It feeds their cause!  Hatred and negativity only breeds more hatred and negativity!

While he may think he’s making a difference, I can only base my opinion on energy.  If it feels good, my energy is pumped up and I’m contributing good vibes to myself and to the world (like I said, happiness is contagious) and people like to be near me.  If it feels horrible, my energy plummets, I’m filled with fear and negativity – and not a lot of fun to be around!  That’s not helping anyone!  So judge me if you will, but that’s on you.

I will say this – In a world where we all play teacher and student, I did come to the conclusion that as much as I didn’t like to be judged by some stranger, maybe, just maybe, he taught me (in an odd sort of way), that I have no right to judge either.  I had based my opinion on research, but who’s to say for sure?  Only the supreme creator.

Regardless of the issue, my biggest lesson is this:  My left brain can be beneficial if my right brain supervises (because my right brain is led by my heart).  Right brain is light, happy, hopeful, fun, creative, open, carefree, and and even manifests MIRACLES (as I mentioned in a former post about a miraculous meeting with Wayne Dyer).

Left brain, on the other hand, is often serious, suspicious, paranoid, fearful, hopeless, withdrawn, or closed off to miracles.  And when it’s off on it’s own, all HELL breaks loose and it isn’t pretty!

So repeat after me:  Right Brain = Heaven.  Left Brain = Hell.


Wayne Dyer and Me (Part 2)


How I manifested time with the master of manifestation (continued from Part 1)

Hay House Publishing: Reid Tracy, President and CEO; Dr. Wayne Dyer, Featured Author; Nancy Levin, Featured Author. Wayne asked me to tell the audience what happened the previous day.

Hay House Publishing: Reid Tracy, President and CEO; Dr. Wayne Dyer, Featured Author; Nancy Levin, Featured Author. Wayne asked me to tell the audience what happened the previous day.

Continued from Part 1:  I’d love to say that manifesting the $500 for the Writing from Your Soul workshop was the turning point and that jobs started to flow in again, but that’s not the case.  Continued efforts in firming up client contracts (even those who sought me out), achieved no returns.  I was professionally invisible.  I could accept that something bigger was at hand but with a Florida trip coming up… I needed money!

Maybe going through this turmoil was a necessary part of the journey for someone writing a book on blind faith? Was this a test?! (Note to self:  Consider subject matter before writing another book!)

By April, I redirected my focus.  Instead of scrambling for training opportunities, I became the writer. I didn’t just write, I stepped into the writer’s mindset and in doing so, learned that the quality of my writing was leaps-and-bounds better with minimal distractions.  Duh!  My house, with all it’s maintenance and big bills, had become one large stress-inducing-distraction.  So I made the decision to lease it and within one week, I found perfect-fit-tenants who signed a lease for May 1st .

I then found a writer’s hide-away, a place for me to live, about an hour from my home.  A historic farmhouse with very cool housemates and animals; it borders a park, it has a great big vegetable garden and its 1/4 of the price I paid to live in my own house.

The writing was on the wall (no pun intended); when I made pro-writing decisions, everything fell into place quickly and easily.  When I made pro-training decisions, everything froze up and fell to shit!  Writing was obviously my new business model.

Now that the housing situation was figured out, it was just a matter of packing (but I only had 10 days to do so).  Sounds feasible right?  Wrong!  Sixteen years of stuff to sort, trash, shred, give away, sell, pack, and agonize over.  (What do I take to the farmhouse?  What do I leave for the tenants?  What do I store at Glenn’s already-over-furnished house?) The worst part was the physical stress of lifting, loading and moving things that were much to heavy.  And although Glenn (my significant other) and a couple nieghbors helped as much as they could, the bulk of moving was on me.  On a good note, I sold a ton of stuff on Craigslist – which provided me with lots of quick cash just in time for my upcoming trip.

April 29th (eve of Florida trip):   I still had at least a week’s worth of packing to be done and one day to do it.  I ignored the muscle spasms and exhaustion and hustled through the last few rooms while time whizzed by.  I remember thinking it was 7-ish, when in fact it was almost 11:30 p.m. so I unpacked the coffee maker, put it to use once more, and repacked it.  This was going to be an all-nighter.  It was 4 a.m. when my car, crammed with the last load of stuff, pulled up at Glenn’s.  I was only there long enough to unload everything, shower and pack a bag for Florida.  Then I drove to the airport.

April 30th (arrive in Florida):  The plane landed around noon and I took a cab to a modest hotel that had rooms equipped with kitchens.  I walked to a local market to stock up with a few days of food and then I crashed!  I barely remember my son and his girlfriend coming to visit that night.  I never even got out of bed!  We ate in the room together and they let themselves out.  At 3 a.m. I awoke in tremendous pain, and with no OTCs to be found in the entire hotel, I walked 5 blocks to a Walgreens to get some Tylenol and Advil.

May 1st (hotel bed):  Is there a stronger word than ‘pain?’  Both arms were throbbing from my shoulders straight down to finger tips.  I couldn’t bend my fingers or use either hand – the left one was actually swelling up so big I thought it was going to explode.  If you’ve ever had your hand smashed repeatedly with a sledge hammer, you can identify with my pain.  At 7 a.m., I rang the front desk to ask for a ride to the nearest hospital, but ditched the idea when I couldn’t get my underwear on!  So I doubled up on the OTCs (after opening the bottles by holding them between my knees and unscrewing the caps with my teeth). Aside from being jolted awake every 4 hours by pounding pain, I was dead to the world straight through to the next day.

May 2nd (walking dead):   After two and a half days in bed, I finally got myself up and dressed.  Not so much by choice, (I was still in incredible pain), but because hotel maintenance was replacing all the locks on the doors.  So around 3 p.m. I hopped on a bus outside the hotel, stuck a dollar in the box and told the driver to drop me off at any quiet beach.  Several minutes later, she did just that.

I sat by the ocean thinking back over the first half of the year.  What a nightmare it had been!  Money pressures, foreclosure notices, feeling forced to rent my house (with a ridiculously tight dead line to move).  And now in so much pain, I wondered if I’d even make it to the workshop.  When I get in moods like this, I bleed words – so I grabbed my journal from the beach bag and wrote the following:

Transcribed from hand-written entry in my journal.

Transcribed from hand-written entry in my journal.

The mere act of journaling makes me feel good.  You can see that my journalling starts off bleak and dramatic (ugh!).  But it starts to sound hopeful, and finally ends with a confident ‘knowing’ that all is in order.  The bottom line is, I felt better and so I focused on the great things that had happened over the last few weeks.  A good friend (Carol) who was concerned about my health, texted me at that very moment and said, “I love you and believe in you!  Wayne Dyer, watch out — Lynette Landing is in your midst!”  I laughed and texted her back, “I love that last line!  I’ll keep you posted!”

My appetite was returning and I’d had enough of the sun.  I spotted a self-serve frozen yogurt place about a block up the beach, so I headed in that direction.  The place had small tables set up in a tunnel-like alley along side of it.  I sat at a table, eating the yogurt and thinking about what I’d just written.  It could happen!  This kind of thing has happened for me before.  (It’s true – in another blog, I explain a similar encounter I manifested in San Diego with self-help author Joe Vitale who was in the movie The Secret).

But as usual, doubt stole the show and I mocked myself for thinking I’d bump into Wayne Dyer in the middle of Fort Lauderdale.  I had no idea if he’d even arrived in town yet.  He could be on a plane.  Or sitting in a hotel room.  He could be staying with friends somewhere outside of town. Who the heck knew?  But the chances of me bumping into him were…  I swirled the yogurt around and laughed at myself.

With a few bites left in the cup, I glanced up towards the busy two-way street that divided me from the beach.  Straight ahead of me, but at least 50 yards away, stood a bald man with purple running shorts and black sneakers. He was just standing there looking down at a cell phone he held. I stared for several seconds.  Could it be?  Nah!  I waited for him to look up so I could get a better look because at this point, all I could see was his profile.  Was it just another bald guy? Like the 3 or 4 I had seen earlier on the beach and stared at intently only to be disappointed.  I prepared myself for another let down  Just because he’s bald doesn’t mean it’s…

That thought was interrupted by a very clear voice (not sure where it came from) that said, “Well if you don’t get up now, you’ll never know, now will you?  Because he’s gonna resume his run any second!” (Was that God??)

I jumped out of my seat, threw the remaining yogurt in the trash can and ran towards the street.  And just like the voice warned, the bald man started moving!  He truly was going to start running or walking…and then he’d be long gone!  I had nothing to lose – I risked the embarrassment that it wasn’t him and yelled out the name “Wayne” as loud as I could. photo[1]

He stopped, looked up and smiled in my direction and I.  LOST.  IT.  I mean I really lost it!  I held up my hand to indicate “please wait for me!” as the traffic buzzed between us. He yelled back “Be careful!” and stood there watching this basket case burst into tears.  I was crying so much by the time I approached him that I couldn’t even speak!  (Not my proudest moment!)

And just as I would expect, he was kind and patient (or was he just hiding the fact that he thought I was a train wreck??) He asked if I was okay and since I still hadn’t gained my composure, I pointed to the page in my journal and let him read it.

“When did you write this?” he asked.

“Five minutes ago…over there!” I pointed to the place I’d been sitting on the beach for the last 2 hours.

He laughed, “You know I teach this stuff – and how it happens all the time if you’re open to it, yet it never fails to amaze me when I hear stories like this!”

He asked me if I was down here for the writing workshop and when he learned that I was, he said he’d have me share what just happened with the audience.  (WOW, I hadn’t written that in my journal!)

I accompanied him on his walk and something he said really struck me.  He said, “Now I know why I’m out here. To be honest, I wasn’t going to run today [for certain reasons I won’t share], but I kept feeling a pull to get out here.”  (Wow – I was that pull!)

As we continued walking, my son, Frank called.  I was ready to answer but figured why leave him any room to doubt me, so I let Wayne answer the phone.  “Yes, this is Wayne Dyer”.  I could hear Frank say, “No way!  My mom is your biggest fan!”

Manifested one-on-one time with my favorite self-help author - Wayne Dyer! (He taught me well!)

I manifested one-on-one time with my         favorite self-help author – Dr. Wayne Dyer!  (Obviously he taught me well!)

We walked several blocks north and said our goodbyes on the sidewalk in front of his hotel.  And just as he walked into the hotel entrance, the bus back to my hotel pulled up and stopped for me. Miraculous!

The next day, Wayne kept his promise.  In describing to the audience, the “invisible field that connects us all” he remembered our encounter and called me up to the stage.  (I was able to obtain this short video footage of me on the stage, from the staff). After I described what happened, I gave Wayne the chapter I wrote about him.

So – how the heck did I do it?  I don’t know. Most ‘law of attraction’ guides talk about belief being the most important thing – I use to agree.  While belief is important, is it really the key?  There were many times my belief in spending time with him faltered (up to the very last moment).  And think about it, I also believed a few of my client contracts were going to be signed throughout the winter – and I mean the ‘without a doubt’ kind of belief!  So it was very surprising when I was unable to manifest work!

I think it’s more about desire than belief.  I desired one-on-one time with Wayne for as long as I can remember.  And when I think about my house – I have actually desired to be free of it since before my son even moved out.  It was big and cumbersome and way too much work.  Yet, I never took the steps to do anything about it.  So my desire (to be free of my house) came up with a solution.   No work = no mortgage payments = needing to rent the house out.   I manifested my desire!

My biggest desire of all?  To be published multiple times.  And when my belief about that wavers, gives up or laughs in my face, I still have my desire – stronger than ever!

(Additional note August 31, 2015 – Wayne, there’s no doubt in my mind you dwell amongst the Masters now where you can continue your work in an even greater way.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.)