FIELD NOTES — THE AMULET & THE BORDER MIRACLE

Me on a Mexican beach wearing my amulet.

Don Francisco once placed an amulet in my hand — small, ordinary-looking to anyone else, but heavy with something deeper. He told me: “When you need something, hold it and think of the outcome — not the problem. Imagine what you want as if it has already happened.”

I listened, the way you listen when an elder speaks — with more than ears.

Later that year, I flew to the United States to visit my son. In my rush at the airport, I forgot something important — to stamp out of Mexico. As a permanent resident, you're supposed to obtain a special exit stamp, and without it, re-entry can become… complicated. I was worried that some people could be turned away, or fined, or worse yet, have to start the immigration process all over again.

I realized it too late — already in the air, already gone.

A cold worry dropped into my stomach.

When I reached my son’s house, I pulled the amulet from my bag. I held it in both hands and pictured the outcome, just as Don Francisco taught me — not the problem, but the solution. I saw myself in the immigration line coming home. I saw a smiling woman behind the desk — kind eyes, gentle voice. In my mind, she stamped my passport without hesitation, and she said, “Welcome home.” I felt relief wash through me.

I did this again the next night. And the next.

Then something strange — miraculous — happened.

I lost the ability to worry.

It was as if someone closed a door in my mind.

A soft click. And then — silence.

No matter how I tried to think about the missing stamp, I couldn’t access the fear. My mind simply slid away from the panic and into peace. I slept easily. I enjoyed my time with my son. It was as though the amulet had reached inside and turned off the worry switch.

When my trip was over, I returned to Mexico. Heart calm. Mind still.

And when I stepped up to the immigration desk, the woman from my vision was standing there — same face, same warmth. She smiled, stamped my passport without a single question about the missing exit stamp, and said exactly what I had imagined:

“Welcome home.”

Just like that.

The stamp.

The woman.

The smile.

The words.

But for me, the greater miracle was not the border — it was the door that shut inside my mind.

The sudden and total peace.

The way fear lost its power.

Sometimes the spirits move outside us — shifting events into alignment.

Sometimes they move inside, sealing worry like a jar and handing us back our freedom.

I think the amulet does both.

I still carry that amulet. It’s warm in the hand, and stronger than it looks.

hugs and butterflies,

laura