THE STORY

Born in Wise, Virginia on November 13, 1981, as Tiffany Danielle Gibson, my life began in a small hospital room, where my young parents welcomed me. After a few early years in Kentucky, my mother and I moved to North Carolina when I was about 3 years old, while my father remained in Kentucky. Growing up in North Carolina with my mother, step-father, and two younger siblings, I was immersed in the world of the United Pentecostal Church.

While my faith and love for God remained strong, I also held a deep fascination with metaphysical teachings passed down by my grandparents. Both were Reiki Masters, and they introduced me to the art of quantum energy healing and Metaphysics when I was just 8 years old. My grandmother, a talented psychic medium and mystic, identified as a Rosicrucian. We were close, as my grandparents lived next door for most of my childhood, and their beliefs gradually became a part of my own.

At the age of 18, I left home to explore life on my terms. However, it wasn't until I turned 37 that all the wisdom and knowledge from my grandparents seamlessly blended with my church upbringing. The impact of this fusion on my life has been profound, to say the least, opening me up to experience God in profoundly expansive and unexpected ways.

Growing up, I faced various challenges, but the one that had the most profound impact was the years of enduring sexual abuse that continued until my early twenties. Many of my early relationships were unhealthy, and back then, I mistakenly believed that's just how relationships were meant to be. I became a mother for the first time at the age of 20, and seven years later, I welcomed another child into my life. Financial struggles were a constant presence, and I, erroneously, accepted this as the norm.

Then, in 2012...

As I was nearing the end of nursing school, my body suddenly gave way. My nervous system came under relentless attack. While doctors recognized it as an autoimmune disease, it took years to identify the specific condition. There were times when I couldn't stay awake, and I would awaken in unexpected places, including the hospital where I worked. Forming words became a challenge, and brain fog was so overwhelming that I couldn't recall most of my days. Simple tasks like driving, lifting, walking, standing, or any activities requiring energy became increasingly difficult.

The year of 2012, was when I was first prescribed oxycodone for the pain, and a few months later, I was prescribed fentanyl patches. I was also being injected with other medications and treated for all sorts of other things. A couple of years later, thinking my body was beginning to calm down, the medications were only temporarily suppressing the symptoms.