About Adrienne Cobb

I was waiting for my moment. I was planning to declare my love to the girl who had come to mean everything to me.

The love I felt for her had not only connected my heart to hers, but it had also created a delicate connection between me and my higher self. We brought out the best in each other and I wanted her to know how much that meant to me.

I picked her up and after getting something to eat and we left the restaurant to run some errands for my mom.

Someone was veering into my lane and in trying to avoid getting hit I swerved my little, red mustang, but instead of having a near miss, we hydroplaned.

I braced myself for us to hit the bank on my side of the road but we slid a little bit farther than that and we hit a telephone pole – crushing my side of the car and totalling it.

I slammed my head on the side of the car as we crashed.

I wasn’t conscious.

I was just gone.

I don’t know how long I was gone – probably just minutes. I didn’t see the white light and the angels in the way that everyone else describes it. But I knew I was with beings that felt truly angelic to me.

I also knew that I was being given an opportunity to leave.

I could leave and escape the pain and uncertainty of this life.

I had no hesitation.

All I could think about was getting back to the person I loved and was so connected to. I needed to make sure that she was okay.

All at once I rushed back into my body and woke up.

I crawled through the broken glass out the window and one look told me it was bad.

So very bad. I ran to call an ambulance.

I finally got back into the car with her. Her body was limp and everything was broken glass, crushed metal, and pain.

I tried to get her out but she was stuck.

I lifted her gently so she was sitting up. I just held her and apologized over and over and over, telling her how much I loved her. I begged her to stay. Just stay.

Her eyes finally opened.

She couldn’t talk but she looked at me with a face full of love and compassion. .

I was still looking into her eyes when I lost her.

I watched her eyes dilate and it was like going into a tunnel of light with her.

Mentors were put in my path immediately. Learning Reiki was a huge turning point for me. It was as if a switch had been turned on and I could suddenly access what had been downloaded into me during my near death experience.

By 20, I was taking clients, doing readings, and helping people to find their purpose and change their lives. I’ve worked with people all over the world, within every religion, and in every social class.

There is something remarkable that happens when you get honest with yourself about yourself. It happens for everyone I work with – starting with myself. I found peace, happiness, and connection, and the first steps of my calling – my soul’s purpose.

Everything that made life hard faded. Finding out the truth about myself meant that life was suddenly new and so unbelievably full of joy and meaning.

I found connection to mentors and seekers – people just like me!

I found connection in my gift of helping people all over the world!

I found connection to my own higher self!

I found out my purpose was to help other people in their journeys for truth!

I found purpose in the rigorous discipline of transforming into my higher self!

I FOUND LOVE FOR MYSELF THAT IS CONSTANT AND BEYOND MY ABILITY TO DESTROY – IN THIS LIFE OR ANY OTHER!

That’s right – all caps. My body and soul will shout that forever. I’m still learning the delight of giving myself over to it so trust me, you want to start learning how as quickly as possible.

In those moments, my life was profoundly changed – and I had no idea just how much. In the wake of losing my friend, I did what so many of us do. I wrapped myself in a cloak of grief.

I lost any sense of connection or purpose along with the love I felt.

I convinced myself that pain and injustice were the great lessons that my life had to offer me.

And so for about 6 months…I quit life. I quit everything that would distract me from being furious.

At my parents.

At my understanding of God.

And definitely at myself.

While I spent that 6 months sleeping and avoiding my outer life, my mind, heart, and soul were working on coming to terms with the truths that I had been shown before I willed myself back into life as I knew it. Half a year later, I had boiled it all down to a thing of simplicity. Something I could handle.

The soul is the only thing that doesn’t lie.

I would listen to the soul.

Armed with that foothold, I quit school, left home and began a life of training.

All I knew at that point was that I wanted to help other young people to find their life path and get back on track. I had been lost and found my way and I wanted to give back. I had taken a life and wanted to help someone else get their life back.

That was my starting place.

I knew I would be a healer but I didn’t know that it was just the first step to finding what I would later come to call My Wild Magic.