April 2013 I was feeling very out of balance with my spiritual studies so I arranged to have another private session with John English. For this session John didn’t call me a blonde dumb ass so I felt like I was doing better already! John had me lay down and concentrate on my breathing while he laid on a separate table, and was producing a groaning sound for around ten minutes. He then said that he went back into my past and saw that I was gifted with a destiny vision, but I did not remember the correct date that this vision came to me. I always thought it was at 7 years old, where John corrected it to happening when I was 5 years old. So at 5 years old I knew that later in my life I was going to become a mountain explorer in Arizona, and knew the names of my two children. Once again I am blown away with sitting with a complete stranger, that easily and correctly tells me stories of things I did in my past. John asked me about my relationship with my guide named Harold, and I answered him back by telling him how much I love having Harold in my life. John once again laid down and was groaning for another ten minutes, then he told me that all was in good alignment. We got into a conversation of why at times I feel lost in this world since I had achieved breaking a karma loop which I experienced in my past two lifetimes. I suicided at the time of my divorce, but in this third “same” life story I am presently in, the spirit world caused my death with the doctors pills, over me personally doing it. I feel like the spirit world cheated my “free will” to get me through the karma life revisitations. I am not complaining at all, but now I am free floating as I await to be placed into a newer story. That’s if that even happens. Johns overall advice to me was that I was no longer needing to search, but was to become more comfortable with what I had already found. The items that I have already found will present themselves and come forward as I become more grounded and simply…. relax.
In my opinion there is so much amazing stuff to discover in the subject of spirituality, so when a guru tells me that I just need to relax, I feel like I am somewhat holding myself back. Ok Marty just relax, just relax. Don’t further confuse myself with the more, and be present with what I have. So my first task that was already on my drawing table was locking in the reality of the eyeball sphere. At that time I still had not come across anybody that had ever heard of it besides Glenn, who stated it is Marty’s Love. I still felt like Glenn was only rationalizing of what the eyeball sphere was and he really didn’t know himself. Well yes if God is Love and I was created by God then I am love, and if the eyeball sphere is the overall settings of Marty’s lives, then I guess it could be called Marty’s love. However to me the eyeball sphere was more of a control center of Marty’s entirety. This also brings me to a new study of better understanding, “What is Love.” I took all the information I knew about the eyeball sphere and created a Marty paper guide named “God’s Eye.” I was very proud of what I created. To me it is totally fascinating! While being in human form I was able to travel to the spirit world, and bring something back that I could share to the world.
The God’s Eye study was completed and I now had time to learn to relax. At the end of May 2013, two weeks after I finalized my God’s Eye paper guide, I was watching a Netflix TV documentary which was about a drug named “DMT.” In the last five minutes of the documentary, a painting was shown and I just could not believe what I was seeing. I mean I jumped out of my chair and was screaming sounds without words as I pointed at the television, and paced and danced around my house. I rewinded that portion of the documentary over and over and over as I took photos of the painting. There it was!!! A person in a laying position having translucent skin and was within a sphere of eyeballs. The painting was made by Alex Grey and is titled “Death.” I fell into absolute comfort now knowing that it was not just me, but somebody else had also visited the eyeball sphere. I got in contact with Alex Grey’s company, but I have yet to receive a reply from him. But that does not matter. What matters is that somebody else also witnessed the exact same vision that I did. Exact same colors and everything. Its incredible!!! I started discovering that each time I was in a stage of finalizing a personal philosophy, it was followed with a strong confirmation from the spirit world. I completed my four year study of the eyeball sphere, and then suddenly the eyeball sphere realization is presented to me. I am sure John would love to jump in here and say, “It was presented to you at a time when you were relaxing.” (Chuckle…. Thanks John).
Note to Alex Grey: Alex I will love to talk to you further about the eyeball sphere. You titled your painting “Death.” This painting was one of the earliest paintings that you created. Maybe at that time you saw it as a death situation, where within my years of studying this vision, it is not death at all and quite the opposite. It is actually the control settings of a individuals many lives. A individual spirit/soul that never dies.
So wow, where do I go from here? Another study I was involved with was called the “Circle Of Life.” My head was so filled with my personal philosophies that I desperately needed to download the information so I could visually see what was in my head. Maybe if I could see it in its entirety, it would bring me my next path of which to venture upon. So back to the drawing table and in June 2013 I completed a Marty paper guide named, “The Circle Of Life.” Wow this creation is packed with information of how people come to earth, where people go when they leave earth, and what they do while awaiting to be returned to earth again for another life cycle. I know that the spirit world helped me a lot to develop this guide, and lay it out correctly on paper so my third dimensional mind could understand it the best it can. I was really proud to be chosen to create this guide, and I am still blown away that this information all came out of me. The Circle Of Life guide I created not as a teaching tool, but for myself and my kids to have if we ever fell out of balance and became lost in life.
I kept hearing Johns voice telling me to just relax, so I centered myself in the Shaman world. I found great peace and balance as I got deeper into Shamanism. I felt closer to Mother Nature than I have ever been before. Maybe it was because I was praising the creator and the all of nature every day from when I awoke in the morning to when I went to sleep at night. I continued to meditate with my drumming a few times a week, and I was honored to be the drummer at the sweat lodges which was held during each solstice. The more involved I became, the more I received a deeper understanding of the use of Sage, and started practicing clearing bad energy from people and from buildings and houses.
Sage instructions
My guide Harold also kept me entertained as I continued to create movies for the youth climbing team at the rock gym, for my friends, and for my relatives. Creating the movies was a lot of fun but in reality, it is a exhausting mode of constant high level creativity within a ton of work to get everything aligned correctly. To everybody out there that creates movies, I give huge PROPS to!!! All of my spiritual study and creating movies was still secondary to me spending time with my two kids, working a full time job, and working many side jobs to make ends meet.
But then in February 2014 I felt a shift occur in my overall self. At night I liked to be in my garage as I drummed for a few hours a few days a week. I noticed that through the drum beat I was traveling a lot more. Many times I would find that I fell asleep and then awoke while still holding the drum a few hours later. I felt like I was being taken back to spiritual school. Besides Harolds occasional voice, I started hearing other peoples voices. At first I found it to be really cool. I felt like I was being offered the ability to become a Medium. So I went deeper with the offer and the voices became more and more clearer, and louder. It took a little time to transfer what I was hearing from the spirit world, to having it become something I was feeling. I believe it is through the “feeling” that gives a Medium “sight” on whom they are communicating with. (Inner ears and inner eyes). The first second that somebody from the spirit world begins talking, the Medium already know who’s talking to them. Its not a puzzle guessing game of identification. It is more like a business deal where the Medium already has their information file in their hand.
A few times while I was working at the rock gym, a older climber named John Scott would approach me to say hello, and say thanks for the fun myself and crew were providing for the rock climbers. I really didn’t know anything about John. Then tragedy happened. John while climbing in Upper Devils Canyon was struck by a falling rock and he died in February 2014. John proudly lead a route he was working on for a few years and on this day he climbed it without a fall. The route was named Projectiles and was a route that I had bolted and first climbed many years previous. I kept thinking about what happened and it sucked!! Then while drumming in my garage, I felt suddenly that John was with me in my garage. There was absolutely no doubt that a person was with me and I immediately knew his name!!!! I immediately said,”Wow John, Hello.” He replied “I am enjoying your drumming.” I then asked, “how did you find me?” He replied, “I saw your signature.” Over the next few days I had short conversations with John in my garage, and at the rock gym as well. John was quite peaceful and was asking me to give a message through a eulogy to his family at his upcoming funeral. I agreed and wrote down what he wanted to convey to the family.
So the weekend came and I arrived to the funeral where the church was packed with people. Like over 250 people. I noticed a few climbers from the rock gym were there, but other than that I knew nobody. I knew nothing about John and now seeing all of these people, I suddenly was not prepared to make my speech. My name was eventually called, I went up onto the altar, and started my speech. It went something like: “Hello my name is Marty, and John gave me a message to give to you, a few days after he had passed.” Once I had completed speaking John’s message…. Yes the crowd of people were quite silent. I went back to my seat which was next to Erin Orwig, and she leaned over to me while smiling and said, “Now THAT was a interesting speech!” Once the funeral was over and the church was clearing out, I felt so uncomfortable as everybody gave me a strange look while exiting. One climber came up to me and said that I have got to be the strongest person they have ever met. To go up and speak that message.. …wow!
That evening John visited and said “Thanks.” He was correct that none of his kids would speak at his funeral. I felt like I was doing the right thing. If John is coming through from the spirit world this obvious, then I must be a Medium or something. I thought I was just doing my job with my new gift. Well I don’t want to be a Medium is what I concluded after that funeral!!!! OMG what did I just do? I was smug with John as I mentioned that he could have gave me like, a little intel on how large the funeral was going to be! Then I was smug with my Guide Harold. Harold looks at it as a interesting experience!!!! “One for the Books!!!!”
This was 2/2014, and now when I look at this today in 10/2021, I believe I did the right thing. The only reason I can come up with why I felt, “”OMG what did I just do,” is a attempt to repair my identity which now I just exposed myself to allowing people to ridicule me. But I am stronger than that! Overall the event was not about me and not about the crowd. The event was about John moving on and everybody being there for him. He already knew that he is loved! John thoroughly enjoyed his funeral and being with so many people that he loved. In February 2016, Carolyn put together a memorial for John Scott in Upper Devils Canyon where climbers installed a John Scott memorial plaque to the base of the route where the accident happened. The route name “Projectiles was changed to “Great Scott.”
At the end of February 2014, I created a Shaman Prayer Tie instructional cloth which is presented to the sweat lodge attendees previous to the start of the lodge ceremony. Attendees can create their prayer ties without having to remember a lot of spoken information. Place the Blue Corn, Tobacco, and colored material squares on their marked areas, give everybody some string, and let’s have some fun! Within the created prayer tie, the attendee places a intention, or a prayer which can be of thanks or seeking change etc, or life things that the attendee is presently with. At the lodges I was given the job of assisting the attendees with creating their prayer ties, and drumming as well.
In June 2014 my dad passed. For sure when I first heard the news it put me into a howling session full of tears. My sister was on the phone at 4am and it was presented to me as, “Dad died, you have 20 minutes before the vehicle arrives to pick you up to get you onto flight number… You will be the speaker at his funeral.” The first thing I grabbed was my Shaman drum and sage. Airplane lands, now in Ohio, first stop was the funeral home where the family went to view dad before he was cremated later that night. “And there was my dad. There he was!” I started drumming a meditative song on my drum as I looked him over. I didn’t seem like my dad. There were a few family members in the room including my sister Nita, so I asked, “Do you think dad is here?” Nobody said anything so I mentioned that, “he is not here yet.” A minute or two later I could see a change in his body. He was somewhat glowing and his face was partially smiling. So then I mentioned, “Now he is here.” My sister could also see the change in dads body. She asked me, “What did you just do to him?” I told her that I did nothing to him and it was her, through her Grace, that actually brought dad into the room. I repeated to her that she brought Grace into the room and dad responded to it. The energy in the room completely shifted from sorrows, to a feeling of love or just…..the description of ... beautiful. A Joy that you can cry all you want to it, and it will still remain Joy. Family members started arriving for the upcoming funeral day. The next day I could clearly hear dad talking to me. I was so in tune with my dad that I could sense at times where his energy was hanging out at in the room. It was totally amazing! I could tell that my dad was being super creative in his attempts of informing the family members and his friends, that he is okay.
For my speech in the eulogy, I talked about silly dad stuff that I witnessed through the years, and about how much I love him. Then I sung a Indian song that is sung during Shaman full moon ceremonies. A beautiful song:

Nitche Tai Tai, N-U-Y
Oro Nika Oro Nika 
Hey Hey, … Hey Hey
Oh Eu I

Waters of our Birth
Waters of our Sustenance
Waters that cleanse us on our Death
Waters of Life.
Once the church portion of the funeral was completed, the procession moved over to the cemetery where dad was presented with a twelve gun salute honoring the time he was in the Army. It was a beautiful ceremony. Once it was over I had time to release more tears. I also saged my moms entire house and yard. I stayed with my mom for a week where my brother, sister and I reorganized my moms life since Dad was the controller of the bills etc. My mom never paid a bill in her life. Harold is well known with my family as Marty’s guide, and during this time was quite busy having fun with my family. My uncle Bob said he was feeling Harolds presence. My dad was quite busy as well and it only took a few days before my mom was speaking to him. She locked into dads signature, and still speaks to him constantly to this day. Dad was having fun showing that he could dim the lights or burn out a light bulb, and make simple things disappear for a short while. Keys and reading glasses and my moms flashlight repeatedly became misplaced not as a joke, but more of a signal. It is really cool that dad was showing that he is still in our lives, but at the same time we are in the physical realm, while he is elsewhere in the source. So tears still flowed as the feeling of loss still seemed to be there.
Juanita and Martin Karabin (mom and dad)
My sister Nita experienced a spiritual happening where her neighbors young son had died. A year later Nita was holding her pet dog in tears as her dog died in her arms. But during that passing she saw the young neighbor boy being in somewhat ghost form, walk into her house, pull the spirit of the dog out of the dog and then walk back out of her house. Nita chased after the boy yelling at him that he cannot take her dog, and then he was gone. 
She totally saw this! After my dads funeral was over Nita had to return to her house in Michigan to take care of a few things before returning back to my moms house in Ohio. Nita’s school teacher friend was at school where she was surprisingly approached by a young boy that handed her a small gift in a box. She asked the boy for his name and the boy didn’t even go to that school. Nita’s friend saw Nita afterwards and told her the story. As it turns out the boys name was the neighbor boy that had passed. Nita’s friend said that she felt like this gift was not for her, but was intended to be passed along to Nita. When Nita returned to mom’s house, Nita handed me the gift and was a little freaked out of what just happened. The gift was a 8” blue cross with the word “Grace” written upon it. When I saw the cross I went in full cheer mode for my dad. My dad did it!!!! My dad achieved manifesting a object to show my sister that he was still around. He returned the Grace to my sister! It was so awesome! But overall the cross was to be given to my mom, where this cross is still hanging up in her hallway and is seen every day. Nita attends church every weekend, but is not keen with the spirit world showing itself to her. She says “that’s her brothers thing.”
My dad has a stamp collection of like 250,000 stamps all separated in binders. My mom asked where do we start when looking at the stamps? So I grabbed a random binder and said we will start with this one, and I opened it to the center and said we will start on this page. On the page that I opened to just so happened to be the stamp for Harold Lloyd.

​Two weeks after the funeral my sister was a driver for the volleyball team that her daughter was in and the upcoming game was in Florida. When they arrived in Florida they decided to stop at a restaurant to get some food for everybody. The restaurant was packed so they gave their name to the host and were waiting for a table to become available. A few moments later the host walked over to my sister and asked her if she was the Harold Lloyd party. My sister answered, “What?” “Who told you to ask me that?” The host repeated that she was only looking for the Harold Lloyd party. Then suddenly three men walked into the restaurant all dressed as Harold Lloyd. I am so Blessed to have such a amazing guide in my life. A guide that can also touch others in my life as well.
                   Harold Lloyd in the movie "Safety Last"
When I returned from Ohio back to Arizona, Dawn contacted me asking if I will be around for the Sweat Lodge ceremony which was on the upcoming Saturday. I was psyched to once again be drumming for the lodge. Saturday came and in the morning Harold told me that something is going to happen where I would not be welcomed to Dawn’s location anymore. I thought that his statement did not make any sense to me, especially when Dawn personally called me and was excited for me to drum at her lodge. And the lodge was that evening. A hour later Dawn called me and said that she no longer needed a drummer at her lodge. She didn’t really explain the reason why the sudden change occurred. She did mention that my drumming was not in the style that they were seeking. I received many compliments from attendees and from Dawn and David for my drumming for the past six lodges that I was involved with. Even Dawn’s brother who is a drummer told me that he was impressed with my drumming. But now suddenly I am cast out of the tribe? Cast out on the day the Lodge ceremony was happening. I was crushed!!! I felt like if this is a test from the spirit world, I feel like I was just kicked in the balls big time!!! At the same time the spirit in me simply Blessed everybody that continued to attend the Lodge. A Level 5 healer does not have to seek understanding, because the main job of a Level 5 healer is to Bless, so I continue to Bless. The only thing I felt like I had left was the energy in my two open hands. So I presented my two open hands to the spirit world asking for guidance. “Where do I go from here?”