I didn’t think I would find a way to heal the ameloblastoma, according to science, an incurable tumor in the jaw bone, but after 7 years of searching since I first got diagnosed, and looking for natural methods, I found an answer.

Even if it includes selling everything I own, moving to a different country, and embracing a new miracle that has shown up in my life…

Here is the video sharing the details…

Feel free to contact me on FaceBook if you need more details, I’m happy to share the behind the scenes with you…

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When I share my story, sometimes I say key words such as, “Every master was once a disaster.”  Or…”Let your mess become your message.”  Or even “There is no testimony without a test.”

Well, today’s journal entry starts with…

“I am the master of my disaster.”  I hate to write this but my reality is not quite showing the miracles I manifested before, at least not that fast.  I’m confused, scared, and parts of me want to quit.  Other parts of me keep going,  inspired and grateful to find a new level of strength and a higher version of me, with new gifts coming from this pause.

God has gifted me with this journey for a reason.

And I’m ready.  For whatever comes next.

It may not be wrapped with a perfect bow and gold foil, but regardless, it will be my miracle.

Last night I looked and felt inside my jaw, and still felt the tumor.  Feelings of fear come in, scared to take and face my X-rays next month.  What if nothing improves?  What if things get worse?  I have these tough feelings in my stomach.  Fear.  Anxiety.  They are very loud today.  I question myself.  Sorrow comes along.  Anguish.  Oh boy how I love you all.  Feelings.   I once read a book called “Feelings Buried Alive.”  Have you ever experienced emotions and pushed them in instead of allowing them to play the course?  I battle to keep my heart open through this and allow the emotions to flow, rather than push them in and bury them, which just causes more illness.

Did I do something wrong?  Did I eat too much sugar?  I hardly eat it and I eat the healthier kind…but the King of doubt sure pays me a visit and the Queen of beating myself up shows up…

I start to wonder.  Did I eat too much unhealthy food while on the road?  Did I overwhelm myself too much?  Did I take on too many projects?  Did I do too much — or not enough?  And cause myself too much stress? Did I not do enough of that — but too much of this –?

Have you ever found yourself there?  One judgement and doubt invites others in and all of the sudden a pity party starts…creating an emotional rollercoaster and tears come down my eyes…then I remember I am doing what we call “the toilet flush” when one negative thought starts bringing another and another and another…and before you know it, you’re swimming in dark emotions and can’t seem to find your way out.

More questions than answers come in…how could I have claimed my miracle last year but now regressed?  What did I do or did not do?  Self doubt continues to walk in.  In that moment, my years of dedication to personal and spiritual growth walk out.

And then a hint of inspiration walks in.  Because I pause the toilet flush and ask:  “Where’s the gift?”  I have this question in my calendar as a daily task/event so it will constantly remind me to unflush my mental toilet and reverse negative thinking into blessings and lessons…

Where’s the gift in any chaos or tough situation you encounter?  Type your thoughts under the comments, I’m curious to know what gifts you have received from tough situations…your gifts will help others…and bless me in the process too…

And when that hint of inspiration walks in, a strong remembrance shows up.  That it’s all in perfect alignment with the highest and best good for my soul.  That this universe is so perfect and balanced that my Creator would never abandon me.  And that I am a spiritual being having a human experience on this planet.

The world “human” resonates in my heart.  It resonates because I remember it’s okay to be human.  And feel the fear.  And experience those emotions.

Inspiration and guidance always walk in next.

You are going through this because there’s a gift, a lesson and a blessing in it for you, and the world you live in.

You, becoming a stronger human through this, can bless more along the way as you conquer these challenges.

You, becoming a stronger woman, can empower more women along their journey.

You, becoming a stronger person, can flow more abundance into the world, if you have experienced the polarity of both sides of the equation:  crisis and miracles.

Your being human is what makes you great.

Your challenge is what brings your gift.

Your self love is what continues the healing to come in and creates your fate.

Yes, it’s time to let your mess become your message.

And yes, it’s messy.  It’s chaotic. It’s fiery.  But it’s you.  And one day —  you will laugh and share with others, how one day too their mess will become their message.

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As I was facing the toughest year of my life and was going to go through a 10 hour surgery for an incurable illness, i faced divine intervention.  Grace took over and God walked me while I had nothing left in me.  I was rerouted to my miracle, a path I had no idea even existed…and in that light amidst the chaos, I learned my greatest lessons.

If you learn from your own lessons, that’s great.  If you learn from other’s lessons, that’s even better.  Turn your lessons into treasures by sharing them with others…

As you apply these lessons, I promise, I promise, you have full potential to change your destiny and attract a whole new level of success and happiness to your life.

Please watch the blog and comment below to let me know one or two things you have learned, and share it with others if you think it will help them!

Blessings, and as always, much love and gratitude!

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the sweet feeling of coming home after being gone for almost a month…boy I’ve been through it. Chaos, fear, happiness, excitement, emotional rollercoasters, alternative healing, prayers, treatments, possibilities, conversations, faith, hope — but most of all…being so far away, I got closer to God every day, I was so happy to be off technology, and I feel renewed, happy, full of energy and ALIVE!  

Photo credit Pete Isockson

Best of all? You’re coming with me. Your prayers lifted me when I was at my lowest. You carried me when my wings were broken. You loved me when I felt unlovable. And God…was lifting me and carrying me every time I felt alone. 
 I am beyond grateful that this new world of possibilities exists…
They say I’m getting close to the 50% mark of completion.  Even though we had a setback in March and some of the markers went back to original numbers, we also experienced a huge miracle.  More bone regrew around the tumor almost protecting all of it again where it had protruded in the past.  
Did you know bone doesn’t just regrow back? It usually just decalcifies. Doctors are blown away at this miracle that’s happening in front of us.  I got all the scans and X-rays to prove it.  We are almost on top of the mountain!  

Thank you for your prayers and love..

this photo exemplifies my feelings right now!

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I feel one of my gifts through this journey that I can give others are the lessons acquired through my pain, the challenges I find along the way…and hoping to  sprinkle seeds of goodness as I learn to master my journey…to sprinkle love to the world as others cross the bridge…to give a helping hand and reach out to those who may be scared to take the leap…I made this blog for you.  And any of your friends who may be experiencing pain..

I recently got back from an incredible journey in Mexico, where there was so much love.  So much creativity, so much possibility and I was around so many amazing people.  Dave and I created the first ever Luxury Hotel takeover by a group in DreamTrips, as part of our 7thPower elite travel club within DreamTrips.  We took every single room in the hotel, all 150 rooms with almost 400 people.  We created an incredible experience for everyone, with welcome parties, mariachis, masquerades and lots of surprises.  The Chef from the Four Seasons Beverly Hills is the executive chef at this resort and prepared the most delicious dishes that would melt in your mouth, from breakfast to drinks at sunset.  Everyone had the most incredible experience.  I came home fulfilled.  Happy.  In love with everyone and happy to have the coolest job in the world…helping people experience magic.

Almost 400 from as far as Australia for an unforgettable weekend experience at Luxury Marival Residences Resort

And I came back exhausted.  I mean I hardly slept, we were giving 150% of us, from every activity, to people’s love for us and wanting to spend time with us, to marrying one of my great friends, to even teaching a seminar BreakThrough! Mexico to almost 200 people there. One of the things I’m realizing in my journey is how much I tend to overwhelm myself to make sure everyone else is okay.  Sound familiar?  As women (and some gentlemen too), we tend to take care of everyone else and deplete ourselves.  Our brains are wired this way, so when we have a child, we will take care of that child’s needs before ours.  Make sense, right?

If you are a lady reading this, will you comment below and let me know how it is that you deplete yourself and what you are doing to change that — to truly take care of yourself?  what are the things that fill your soul?  What are the things you would do if you had more time?

For me it’s yoga, the ocean, running, meditating, praying and walking.

Today I had a really tough day.  And very interesting.  I went in to get my results from an update scan.  And I was excited.  I have been doing all the right things and after my first 90 days with alternative healing between another country and my amazing team of doctors here, I had a 41% reduction in my tumor, so I knew I would get better results.  I was expecting 85 – 90% improvement.  I was ready for the big celebration!

But God had other plans.

Not sure how this could happen…but two parts of my tumor got better and shrunk even more…but one part of my tumor went back to original size and one mm bigger to 21 mm?  Hm…..very interesting. Overall, it’s reduced another 10% but there is a part of the tumor that refuses to shrink…kind of like us having parts of us that don’t want to change because they’re holding on to stuff…like certainty, significance, connection…a story we keep on telling ourselves about why we don’t have what we want…sometimes showing up as an excuse or limiting belief…

Today was tough for me.  I was angry, sad, upset, happy, confused.  My mentor always said confused is a great state of mind because you’re about to learn something.  I guess God is putting me back in the classroom because I need to learn more in the process.  I have always been such an active girl.  In business, dance, extracurricular activities, community. I have been very impatient in my past and really good at getting results and jumping through hoops (and walls, as our Executive Director Mitch Wilhelmsen says) to make things happen.  However, I’m learning to be patient, to pause, to see the gifts in the pause off my journey and to appreciate my lack of control in this situation…because I truly have to be in surrender to thrive…and I can not try to control nor do I have any control in this matter…

After speaking to my momma for a long time today…and so many times I pour on others and run on an empty cup — it felt so good to have her love and feedback…in the last few weeks she has become a huge fan of Hay House Radio and she had heard a gentleman Dr. Bruce Lipton in an interview.  In this interview he talks about Epigenetics (he has already proven to the world that belief systems and environment can change your genetical pool, even citing examples of adopted kids who had nothing to do with the blood line and end up getting the same kind of rare cancer as their family members).  He also talks about how it has been proven that stress can shift your gene pool and completely take away from your healing.  Listening to his website yesterday I received even more information, because I was wondering how it was that I got 41% reduction in a tumor in 90 days and only 10% in 6 months after that.  All this of course, being a HUGE HUGE miracle, as there is no known cure for ameloblastoma, and definitely no cases in the world showing any type of reversal!  I will prove everyone there IS!!!

Well, when I was out of the country receiving this special alternative treatment which I will mention in a different blog, not only was I changing my environment completely (no pollution, healthy unprocessed foods, relaxation) but I was also alone and for a big part of the day I would be praying, meditating, journaling and soul searching.  Some days as many as 8 hours I spent in the park or the church praying and asking and getting aligned with my intentions.

When I got back and got such great news, I became a little overconfident (please hear me out:  sometimes the worse part about success is “a little bit”) and I stopped doing some of the things I was doing prior that caused my success.  I said “I got this” and sometimes the worse three words in the vocabulary are “I know this” or “I got this”.

The FANTASTIC news I received is that the thickness of the ameloblastoma tumor has reduced another 10%.   That was the most dangerous part because the tumor was eating away at the bone and one day I would chew and my jaw could break.  Not only has the bone regrown, but the ameloblastoma tumor was been coated by bone again which is a miracle in itself.  Bone doesn’t just regrow, specially in situations like this.   Usually it just de-calcifies and in my situation, it grew back all around the tumor!  So I am celebrating that miracle big time!

And now…it’s time for a tune up.  Most people when they enter a healing journey they are not aware that it’s not just the physical.  It’s also the mental and emotional part of the journey, the stress, the trauma that caused pain in your life that also affects your body.  For five years all I focused was on containing or healing the physical aspect and I failed miserably.  Then I started expanding my knowledge.  Researching other miracle healing.  Listening to doctors who told me ” I Can” vs. “you just need to get your jaw removed and bone transplant from your leg.”  This quest for information saved my life.

Listening to Bruce Lipton in his free audio after you submit your email on his website, he says that there were studies that are proving that people who are in at least 8 hour meditation a day were able to shift their healing focus to create a miracle.  In this study it was specifically for 8 hours a day, but he dares to say that it could be created in a short amount of time.  Now the debate over meditation and prayer always rises.  For me, they are different and you need both.  Prayer is the act of asking your Creator and communicating with him.  Meditation is the act of quieting your mind so you can listen to the whispers of spirit and God’s journey for you.  Meditation is the art of relaxation and connecting your body and mind to your soul’s journey on this earth.  When I was out of country I was doing this pretty much all day, because I had nothing else to do. Then I returned and my passion for people, but also my inability to relax and just be (and believe me, I”m learning big on this one), even though my incredible husband Dave Ulloa took on all our business endeavors to give me time to heal, I still found the way to step in and take on “smaller projects” that became giants like taking 400 people to Mexico for a DreamTrip Ultra 7thPower experience.

This week I was really down because of the scan.  I gave myself a couple days to “mourn” the results and then picked myself back up.  I decided to resort for sunshine and doing something different, like bike-riding in the beautiful California sun, from Venice to Sta Monica.  I’ll do another blog on this one, but I got huge lessons when I fell and ended up in the ER.

Any time something intense happens that forces you to pause, ask:  why am I being forced to stop, pause, slow down.  I pretty much got my right foot (which I use for everything) completely stalled, in crutches, unable to move.

Then my lesson showed up:  if you want those same results you must go back to doing the things you were doing at the beginning.  Nurturing yourself 100% of the time…loving yourself, honoring yourself…reading inspiring books…surrounding yourself by people who love you…and I got the lesson.  I can’t serve others with an empty cup.

I’m grateful for the gifts and the lessons showing up.  Will you comment below on one thing that you can improve on to take care of yourself and how you commit to doing it?  This will help my journey…knowing others will do the right things to nurture their soul’s journey on this earth…

I love you all…and thank you for playing full out!!

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It’s five days before Christmas.  I am out of the country for a month healing, for the third time this year, and manifesting a huge huge miracle.

I AM A Miracle
I AM the Voice
I AM Unstoppable

As a little girl, I grew up in a very religious home in Bolivia where my family was so Catholic, that I needed a Saint name to be baptized.  Therefore my name Maria Yvette. I grew up with so much love and Christmas was a huge time of the year for us.  We believed not so much in Santa Claus, but more in Child Jesus, who would “bring us gifts and joy” on the 25th of December every year.   I would pray to Child Jesus to give me toys and gifts and give my family blessings.  We had a nativity set at our house in La Paz Bolivia and a child Jesus that was passed on to us from generations.

We believed that Christmas was about celebrating his birth, getting the family together, and of course, the kids would get to open gifts.  I would write a letter to Child Jesus every year (like they do to Santa in the US) asking Him to bring me specific toys and gifts, and telling him about my year.  Then my mom would “get the letter” to Child Jesus.  One day, my mom pointed out to me that Child Jesus had opened my letter and she had found it open in his hands.  I started to scream and yell with happiness, telling my friends, “Child Jesus just opened my letter! El nino Jesus abrio mi carta!! It’s a miracle! It’s a miracle!” I was jumping around the house thanking God and Child Jesus for this miracle…with the biggest joy in my heart!

Fast forward, I’m 45 years old and it’s been a little time since I realized that Child Jesus didn’t physically open my letter.  Bless my hero, my mom Edith Vargas, for giving me so much joy, for teaching me to believe in miracles, she was my miracle!  Thanks to her raising me, she taught me anything was possible, I always grew up positive, believing in God, a higher power, and his ability to bring miracles to my life.

As I stand here today, I’m out of the country, receiving a third round of healing, for the tumor in my jaw, I feel that little girl light up again, I have a miracle! I have a miracle!! I am a miracle!!

I’ve been a little silent from my blog lately, on purpose, on intention. I wanted to go on a quiet period and stop talking about my illness.   I actually wanted to just stay focused on manifesting a miracle and nothing else.  One of my mentors pointed out that although it’s a wonderful thing to share my healing journey and all the details,  there is also power in words and intention and if I kept talking about the illness I would continue to manifest more of that which I didn’t want….such wise words!

Here is a powerful statement: worrying is the art of manifesting what you do not want!

So in July of this year I asked my FB family and friends to pray for me and keep the intention of a miracle and I stopped talking or blogging about the illness. A huge prayer vigil started, some of my close friends did prayer circles around the world..and had a new door open in my life…

And then the miracle manifested.  Wise, bountiful, beautiful and gifting, my miracle arrived.   It wasn’t wrapped in a bow.  It wasn’t an open letter in Child Jesus hands.   It wasn’t a gift on Christmas day.  It was a direct message from my Creator and that I was chosen to bring this message of light and love, that I worked so hard, that I would get to experience the wonder of a true miracle.

My condition, ameloblastoma, was incurable.  My condition wasn’t treatable by chemotherapy nor radiation.   On top of all the traditional methods to which the only option would be removal of half my bottom jaw in a very very intensive 12 hour surgery and seven day recovery in the hospital, we also tried alternative healing methods for five years, including Reiki, Qigong, chiropractic, acupuncture, healing magnetic therapy, IV therapy, Chinese herbs, homeopathy, alkalinity, healing coaching and so much more than I can actually remember.   I read healing books, I did healing affirmations, I read “You Can Heal Your Life” by Louise Hay, I did the Silva Intensive method, I even recorded my own personal healing affirmations and I listened to those every single day.  One of my affirmations I read and listened to, recorded in my own voice was “I’ve manifested a miracle the doctors can’t explain.”   At that time it seemed so far away, untrue and remote. I searched and searched and searched.  The Internet only provided me proof of how complicated my surgery would be, how many people were on their third, fourth, fifth surgery, one girl even on her 16^th surgery…at one point my husband asked me to no longer go on Google because I would cry and cry and cry seeing all the lives that have been broken by this terrible condition, ameloblastoma.

About 5 million people a year get diagnosed with cancer in the USA, only 600 cases of ameloblastoma, a very rare, aggressive tumor that grows in the bone (jaw area) until one day you chew and your jaw breaks.  These tumors, according to the traditional medical world, can only be taken care of  by cutting the tumor and a 1 mm circumference around the tumor, so for me, they were going to cut 4 mm from left to right, almost half of my left mandible.

Xray of the ameloblastoma tumor before it tripled in size last December

UCLA has been doing the best surgery for this type of tumor for 20 years.  They actually do three surgeries in one shot, and they are known for this, in their cancer center.  The surgery they were going to do included cutting my throat from left to right (ear to ear), using a tracheal tube for me to be able to breathe, lifting the skin like a glove for the surgery, cutting the jaw, at the same time another surgery would be going on, where they would remove my fibula bone (supporting bone leg) and leave a hole there (there’s the main bone left), they would transplant the bone to my jaw along with an artery from my leg for blood supply, tie the leg artery to my neck artery in plastic surgery, hope the blood supply continues to the new bone in the jaw, and who knows what after that, by that point I lost track and stopped listening to the details.  Then there would be a couple other surgeries to make sure transplant went good or if something needed to be adjusted, skin grafting (transplant of skin to the inside of my mouth to cover the bone transplant) and later on another surgery for titanium implants.  They said I may be left deformed, or perhaps my cheek might drop, that I may have speech impediments and may need to learn to speak again, and a whole lot more that could go wrong.  They told me I would never be able to run more than one mile max, for those of you who know me, that was devastating as I’m a runner and love to dance.

This surgery was supposed to be a 12 hour process and 7 days in the hospital recovering from the first surgery.  We were ready.  After five years of seeking every healing treatment in the world and spending over $150,000 finding answers and treatments, we resigned to do the surgery, as the tumor had almost tripled in December after a stressful situation I experienced.

I was ready…after five years and we prepared for me to go through the process.  I won’t take too long explaining what happened, except it was nothing short of a miracle.  God moved mountains and the surgical team dropped the ball on multiple things, so much that I was totally freaked out to go into surgery with them.  How could they forget to order a new scan since the old one was over six months old?  Were they just going to cut based on an old scan?  How could they forget to ask for blood tests when they were preparing to do a huge 12 hour process?  When I finally reminded them and asked, they said, “just go to your own family doctor for pre-opp blood work.”  So I did, Friday before my surgery on Monday.  Then my doctor asked, where is the UCLA paperwork for the blood work?  And they never gave me any.  After many other things that broke down, and us realizing that UCLA should have asked for blood work 4-6 weeks earlier, and this was Friday before surgery, too late to get some results back on time, I called the surgery scheduler, very very concerned.  She proceeded to tell me, “I just spoke to the doctor and you actually don’t need any blood tests.”  ” So come on in on Monday.”  Really?  Really?  I mean really?  You’re about to cut me up in multiple places and not require any blood work?

My fiery Latina awakened like the Kundalini snake and at that point, Dave was fuming through his ears, like a dragon.  We fired our surgery team.  Never leave anyone determine your destiny, specially if God is guiding you in a different way by showing you resistance!

The love of my life and my number 1 supporter…

So Monday, the day after surgery, I was devastated.  I had cleared my entire life to make room for this surgery.  I had cleared many months ahead to be free to heal.  We had shifted everything about our work, our life, even Dave’s mom had flown in from Florida to take care of me post surgery.  NOW WHAT?

God guided me beautifully through this process…I went to a chiropractor I love dearly, and she noticed how distraught I was.  I went on to tell her what happened, and she asked a question that changed my life.

The rest of the story will be shared in another blog, a very very special one.  Make sure you give us your email so we can tell you the rest of the story and the behind the scenes on how the miracle took place.  This is a holiday blog, so it would be way too long to tell you the details, but they are coming to you, fast and forward.

For now all I will tell you is I was led to receive alternative treatment out of the country, and just a couple weeks ago, we did an Xray scan, and got the miracle of all miracles.  The tumor shrunk 40%!!!  Not even just that, but it actually broke down into tiny little particles and new bone is regenerating in between along with new membranes and capillaries.  My doctor was blown away and said in her 30 years of being in this field, she has never seen an ameloblastoma shrink!  I can’t wait to tell you all about it.  All I can say, is BELIEVE. It can happen to you.  Amidst my worst days were my best experiences.  Amidst my saddest months came my happiest days.  You can always find a GIFT in the worst part of your chaos.

I love each one of you, I honor you, and know, that you are protected.  You are guided and every problem, challenge or chaos brings you an opportunity to pause, take a look at what is no longer working in your life, and re-shift the way you live.  There is no testimony without a test.  Every master had once a disaster.  I thank you all the prayer warriors and friends around the world who prayed along with me for my miracle.  This holiday season, I pray for you.  I pray for your miracle.  May your Creator protect you, love you, and help you with the highest growth for your soul.  May you live a life of excitement, adventure, and always stay uncomfortable, as that is the path that leads to passion. Today I celebrate with you, the miracle of life.  And perhaps, just like that little girl whose letter opened Child Jesus, we can all scream out loud: my miracle has arrived!  My miracle has arrived!  You are the miracle.  Your life is a miracle.  God bless…

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