Cari has been on a wild ride that started over seven years ago. As a human, she has been on a non-stop relentless search for something she couldn't see. It can't be seen, but she has felt it her entire life. After her daughter delivered a box of belongings from her dad's house, she realized she has always been a writer.

In the box were handwritten notes, journals, and stacks of computer feed paper; it's all documented. She wrote everything down. Every deep, dark, suicidal thought. Every desperate cry to find her way out. She didn't realize she wrote it all down.

As she says:

I am not there now. I followed the "gut-tug" and I found my way to where we want to go while we are on this planet. There is a final destination. Something I couldn't see is where I live today.

If you cannot believe it, if you say it can't be so, then why exactly would you be on a spiritual "journey?" A journey is on the way to something. You thought you would merely climb a ladder into the clouds that keeps on going. No! There is a place we want to end up while we are still breathing.

How did I find it? Because I have been searching my entire life. I learned how to be silent to allow it to show up. One step at a time, it all showed up. That search has brought me through relationships, moves, careers, friends, and family. I have been an evolving machine since I was a child. Nothing made sense until I got through the stories I came here to finish living.

The difference between me and you - I say yes to the unknown. I say yes to my higher self.

After leaving my ex, my career, my daughter, my animals; I embarked on a mission of silence. I lived alone on the ocean for a year and a half. Then my journey delivered me to deeper silence and less people. I ended up in Mount Shasta. It was in Mount Shasta when the first book was finished, and submitted to the publisher.

At that time, I knew I was finished writing. Part of me felt complete. Like "my life"s work is now all written; like did I just do this? Am I really done writing books?" You cannot comprehend that feeling when it is what you seem to be "doing" your entire life. I was going to be a published author after writing five books.

Then I went on a cruise and I knew to my soul it was not a vacation. It was not. It was the beginning of a pregnancy I did not see coming. I wrote another book in under three weeks.

The first is a four-part series called, "Only Beautiful Things Happen to Me." They describe in great detail my spiritual journey as it began over seven years ago. This first book is written to my sister. We are incredibly close, but we haven't been near each other in a very long time. She hasn't experienced the new me at this energetic space. I had to find a way to explain to her not only what I am, but how I got here. It was the only thing I could do to help her understand why I am amazing now, but so different from the sister she knew growing up.

Moving to Mount Shasta completed the journey. It was here where I stopped taking all medication and stepped into life living full time as heaven in a skin-bag. I have no other way to describe it. I live in the fifth dimension all the time. Once here, you know what is real. Life is so amazing. I've lived all of this so I can show you the way. We don't have to experience any form of misery. We have our life and our plan at our fingertips. We choose where we go and how we feel. This book will show you the steps I took. Once here - the search is over. That's when I knew there is a destination.

After the first four books describe my expansion, the book I was born to write came through me. On March 29th, I woke up screaming and shaking. I was shown why I was sent to Maui on August 6th, just two days before the fire. The vision tied everything together. It explained why I went on the cruise seven months after Hawaii.