I am ordinary. It was never my intention to be a mystic. I didn’t even know what that word meant. Yet, it happened to me.

My father died when I was a teenager. He was the center of our world. He was only 47 when he died of brain cancer. It was 1976. It shook my very being. One moment he was there, the next he wasn’t.

I wanted to know why.  I wanted to know how. I wanted to know what the hell happened.

That began my spiritual journey. Although I didn’t know that’s what it was.

Today, I’m a fifty something, divorced, empty-nester. I work as a hypnotherapist, spiritual guide, and life coach. I am a Christian, but not your typical Christian. In fact, some of my traditional Christian friends worry for my soul. I don’t.

Recently, I sold my family home and moved into an apartment, motivated both by the recession and a desire for simplicity. My son is a junior at San Jose State. I live with Good Dog Toby, but probably not for very long. He’s 12 years old.

I consider myself married to Christ.

Read my blog or check out my professional website at http://www.CynthiaBeck.com.

Me, My Son and Good Dog Toby