**Beginning of my Life**
Jacqueline Albis Rodriguez Agramonte, from the earliest days of her youth, has always been a dreamer. Born in Havana, Cuba, and arriving in Miami, FL, in 1980, at the age of 2 years old, I was extremely sick and an angel came to my rescue... her name is Elsa Baez (my godmother). She was an attending nurse where all the Cubans that came in needed care, and she saw me, fell in love with me, and asked my parents if she could nurture me back to health. I am forever grateful to my parents for allowing such a beautiful soul to take care of me. Elsa and her father Wilfredo took my family in and helped us get situated in a new country that we would now call home, Miami, FL. Later, they decided to baptize me, becoming my greatest blessing (God Parents).
I found solace and inspiration in the vibrant culture and warm community of my new home. Being raised in a Catholic and Shamanic household, I had the freedom to explore without limitations. My parents were extremely strict and had very limited mentalities when it came to certain upbringings. Yet, my grandmother found a way for me to explore our shamanic and witch heritage.
As an adolescent, by the time I was turning 13 years old, my parents' marriage caved in, and my life turned upside down, becoming what I at that time saw as my deepest hurt and pain. By the time I turned 16 years old, I became a single pregnant young lady, and I had the support of my family and friends. I had no idea how it all would unravel. As time passed and my son grew, I had no real chance at being the mother I always had dreamed of. By the time my son turned 5 years old, I had to make the toughest decision any mother (parent) had to make... I asked my son's father and stepmother to take my son (Richard) and care for him until I was able to get myself right. I had no idea that I was suffering through postpartum depression for years, and my mental health was at stake, as well as my future. I felt a need for him to be safe and be brought up in a family environment with both a mom, dad, and siblings. Within two years, I got married and moved to Orlando, FL, to be closer to my son.
**Adolescence**
As a young adult, I discovered my passion for literature, expressing it through the enchanting world of poetry, where words became the palette for my emotions and dreams. However, those dreams began to dim as societal norms took hold, leading me to conform in ways that stifled my true self. My high school years were cut very short as I felt a strong desire to drop out of school in the 9th grade. I was an honor roll student, yet I couldn't cope with the fact that I somehow knew that the majority of the teachings, especially math, science, and history, felt like so much information was left out and some others made up. Nothing started to make sense for me.
**Young Adult**
Intrigued by the extraordinary and the mystical, I embraced the unconventional and dared to question societal norms that dismissed the possibility of otherworldly existence. Unyielding in my belief that there is more to our existence than meets the eye, I delved into profound inquiries about the mysteries of life, our origins, and the purpose woven into the fabric of our existence on this planet. Alongside these pursuits, I faced personal challenges, including struggles in intimate relationships that tested my emotional resilience and self-understanding.
**Loss of My Grandfather**
The pillar of our family was my grandfather. In 2014, he fell gravely ill and was sent to the hospital for surgery. Tragically, he was kept under anesthesia for too long, and by the time he woke up, he didn't remember any of us. As the days passed, I felt an immense energy to help him in his therapy and healing. I taught him how to brush his hair again, encouraging him to reclaim his strength, and requested a room with an ocean view to lift his spirits.
For days, he seemed to improve, showing glimpses of his old self. However, the doctors decided he needed to go to a facility for more intensive therapy. Deep down, I knew he would never come out of there. Despite my efforts and the hope, we all clung to, his condition worsened.
When he was moved to hospice care, wonderful nurses attended to him, and we stayed by his side for days before he left this world. The night before he passed, I sensed he was struggling to let go. His beautiful energy reached out to me, urging me to place my heart crystal on his chest and to let him know that everything would be okay, that he had done a magnificent job taking care of our family. With tears in my eyes, I made a heartfelt promise at his deathbed—to take care of my son and ensure his well-being, or else he could come and take me too. It was a promise heavy with love and responsibility, a testament to the depth of our bond.
At 4:20 a.m. that morning, he passedaway. I felt his spirit leave, a gentle yet powerful departure. In that very moment, my mother entered the room and softly said, "He's gone." The weight of his absence hit me like a tidal wave, but his legacy of love and care continued to guide me.
**A Twin Flame's Journey**
I met my husband, Rich, in September 2017. It was a time when Hurricane Irma swept through Orlando, and Floridians, in their resilient spirit, had hurricane parties. Through a mutual friend, Rich and I crossed paths. There was no immediate spark, just a simple introduction and a night of partying with friends. I was in between relationships and not looking for anything new.
The night of the hurricane, I was overwhelmed and needed a friend. Rich was there for me. We ended up spending the night at his place since my roommate had no electricity. We talked for hours, connecting on a level that felt deeply energetic and spiritual, though I didn't fully understand it at the time. We both came from hard upbringings and relationships that left us feeling unloved and unfulfilled. We had both been longing for someone to love and grow with.
Within two months, by November 2017, I moved in with Rich. By June 2018, we had left Florida behind and moved to the serene mountains of Franklin, NC. My healing journey began there. I was determined to heal my physical and mental health and transform my life completely. The path was far from easy, fraught with challenges.
Fast forward to April 2019, Rich and I decided to break up and pursue our separate journeys. He went to Colorado, and I stayed in Franklin, NC, alone but with the support of a great friend. By July 2019, I felt a strong pull to move west to New Mexico and chase the love of my life, my twin flame. I kept hearing what I now know were my spirit guides, urging me to go after my love and to be patient and loving.
We both did our own thing for a few months, but by November 2019, we decided to give our love another chance. Rich moved to New Mexico with me. As the pandemic hit, we had no idea what to expect but felt guided every step of the way. We bought an RV, named it Juno, and moved to Santa Fe, NM. We fixed Juno up and then decided it was time to leave NM and explore. We traveled to Texas, Florida, and back to Franklin, NC, where we decided to rewrite our story.
Fast forward to the weekend of October 31, 2020. My grandmother had come up and stayed with us for the whole month of October, as she usually did every year. That weekend was supposed to be a simple trip to drop her off at her home in Miami, FL. On the way back, I sensed something was terribly wrong. It felt as though we had picked up a spirit from the underworld.
**The Car Accident**
Then the accident happened. Our car flipped multiple times. Miraculously, I survived without physical harm, but we lost our beloved dog Khalia. Rich had to undergo surgery on his C6 & C7, with 27 staples on his head, followed by five weeks of recovery. Despite the devastation, I felt protected by a higher power and a crystal we always kept close. This traumatic experience deepened my spiritual connection and strengthened my belief in unseen forces guiding our lives.
Through this harrowing experience, Rich and I discovered that we were twin flames, two halves of the same soul destined to meet and challenge each other in profound ways. Our bond grew stronger as we navigated the intense highs and lows of our journey together. We learned that a twin flame relationship is not just about romantic love but also about spiritual growth and mutual awakening. It involves facing and healing deep-seated wounds, often through painful and transformative experiences.
**New Business Endeavor**
On January 1, 2021, a few months after the accident, I woke up with a burning realization: I no longer wanted to work for anyone else. I told my husband, Rich, about my desire to start our own business. With no clear plan and no funds, we took a leap of faith. Miraculously, within weeks, money appeared in our account, and we decided to invest in property.
Zillow led me to a realtor named Anna Marco, who, by divine coincidence, was friends with my husband’s boss’s wife. She helped us tirelessly search for the perfect property. Frustrated after weeks of fruitless searching, I prayed to the Universe for a hidden log cabin in the woods. A week later, we found it. We closed the deal on March 17, 2021, and began converting the cabin into a vacation rental. Living in the raw basement while renting the upstairs on Airbnb was a challenge, but we pushed through.
By November 2021, we bought our second investment property. The business flourished as I managed and rehabbed multiple properties. However, after my grandmother's death in January 2022 and completing a major rehab project, my health plummeted. By August 2022, I could no longer sustain the business, but Rich encouraged me to persevere.
By December 2022, I was forced to step back entirely, returning managed properties to their owners and focusing on my health for the next year.
*I HAD HIT ROCK BOTTOM**
I had to lose myself in the process of finding life's true meaning and purpose. I had hit rock bottom a few different times in my life, but the last one was losing my grandmother in January 2022. The loss was profound and left a deep void in my heart, marking the lowest point I had ever reached. She had been my rock, my guiding light, and without her, I felt adrift in an endless sea of sorrow. The pain was overwhelming, suffocating, and it was during this time of immense grief and sorrow that I realized I needed to embark on my own spiritual journey.
Adding to the emotional turmoil, I went into severe depression while battling a series of debilitating health challenges—vertigo, tinnitus, fibromyalgia, and so many more. Each ailment felt like a crushing blow, compounding my grief and pushing me further into despair. My body and mind were in constant turmoil, and it felt like every day was a relentless struggle to simply survive.
**The Shift**
This journey became a path to understanding my true self and healing the emotional wounds that had accumulated over the years. The pain of losing my grandmother and the physical suffering made me confront everything I thought I knew about happiness and fulfillment. It was a stark awakening, forcing me to seek out the deeper truths of life, beyond the superficial promises of the world. I had to strip away the layers of pretense and face the raw, unfiltered reality of my existence.
Each day was a struggle, a battle against the demons of despair and hopelessness. But it was also a journey of discovery—finding small sparks of light in the darkest corners of my soul. I began to unravel the layers of my being, facing my vulnerabilities and fears head-on. It was terrifying yet liberating. The deeper I delved, the more I understood that true healing comes from within, from embracing our pain rather than running from it.
Each step forward was a step toward inner peace, a peace that came from accepting my pain and allowing myself to heal. It was a journey of self-discovery and transformation, guided by the desire to find true happiness and power within myself. I learned that real strength lies in vulnerability, that true happiness is found not in external validation but in inner harmony.
**A Grandmother's Light**
My grandmother’s memory became my guiding star, reminding me that love and loss are intertwined, and through this understanding, I found a sense of purpose. Her legacy of love gave me the courage to rebuild my life, not on the shaky foundations of external success but on the solid ground of self-awareness and inner peace.
**Healing My Physical & Mental Body**
By February 2023, I felt like I was going to die. Every day was consumed by severe depression, and I couldn’t sleep without medicinal marijuana to ease the pain from inflammation, tinnitus, and vertigo. Months of physical therapy brought little relief.
In April 2023, I went to a local restaurant and noticed a man smiling at me as I ordered chicken taquitos, his favorite too. A voice inside urged me to talk to him, saying he would be a good friend. We connected instantly, like soul siblings from another life. When I told him about my vertigo and thoughts of trying stem cells, he suggested X39 stem cell activation patches.
Desperate, I tried them. The moment I put on the patch, an immense energy surged through me, and within three days, my vertigo was gone. My body began healing. Yet, tinnitus still plagued me. One night, in a meditative state, I felt a golden light enter my crown chakra, flow through my ears, and exit, healing my tinnitus. This profound experience ignited my spiritual self-healing journey, transforming my life.