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Were you born to be a Leader?A Healer?An Artist? A Mentor? It can be enlightening to map out your personality by answering a battery of questions, as is shown by the popularity of Myers-Briggs tests and Enneagram books. But what if you could go deeper and finally answer the question of who you are at the level of your soul?Destiny at Your Fingertips helps you to do exactly that. Master hand analyst Ronelle Coburn introduces you to a completely unique, innovative, and powerful language for profound personal transformation-discovering your Life Purpose from your own fingerprints. It's easy to learn and can be used by anyone who wants to gain a deep sense of self and clear direction in life. Formed five months before you were born, your fingerprints reveal your unique Zone of Fulfillment and guide you into understanding your reason for being. In five easy steps, you will learn to decode your own fingerprints so you can unlock the secret to your full potential in relationships, career, and all aspects of life.

"Ronelle is an absolute expert on helping you learn your life purpose and live it-what could be more important than that?" —Richard Unger, author of LifePrints"My life purpose session gave me the boost that I needed to finish two books and put myself out there. Thank you! Just what I needed at the perfect time." —Susanna McMahon, Ph.D., author of The Portable Therapist

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #349999 in Books
• Published on: 2008-07-01
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 288 pages

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• ISBN13: 9780738713243
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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Review
"Destiny at Your Fingertips is a unique self-help book tailored to the individual reader." --New Age Retailer, Holiday Issue 2008

About the Author
Certified master hand analyst Ronelle Coburn (California) is a faculty member of the International Institute of Hand Analysis (IIHA), where she received her training. She offers hand analysis services to individuals and organizations through her private practice, Handworks International.

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Life: Not What I Expected

If you don't know where you are going, every road seems like the wrong one.

Susan Page, The Shortest Distance Between You and a Published Book

Poor little old human beings-they're jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can't help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren't as crazy as betsy bugs.  Fannie Flagg, Welcome to the World, Baby Girl

When Push Comes to shove

Awaking anxiously, I lifted my head off the pillow to find that I'd woken before the alarm. I sprang out of bed to get ready to go to the first day at my new job. Excited and nervous, I drove across town, where I would meet new people and hopefully really enjoy what I would get to do.

I had just left a highly functioning nonprofit grant-making foundation with wonderful people, high ideals, and fantastic pay and benefits-but after four years I realized that although the mission we were all working for was important, I didn't want to get an advanced degree in energy policy studies in order to make a lifelong career commitment to go deeper into the work of saving the environment. Although my values were well met and I was contributing to the betterment of the world by doing what I was skilled at, I wasn't waking up feeling like I was making a contribution only I could make. It felt like others with similar values and skills could fill my shoes just fine. Day by day, the actual work I was doing felt less and less personally meaningful. Even though it was hard to leave people I cared about and a supportive working environment most people envied me for, I took this new position, which promised to be more in alignment with my master's degree in writing and my love of literature. I took a cut in pay, vacation time, retirement benefits, and health care benefits, all in the search for work that would put a bounce back in my step. Little did I know that the cosmic bouncer was about to give me the boot.

I arrived at the parking lot and walked across the street. I was in my nicest clothes and hoped that no one would notice I was sweating a little in anticipation. Up the elevator I went, and then down the drab linoleum-tiled hall to the appointed door. Taking a deep breath, I entered to find the three other people with whom I would share a cramped room, originally meant as office space for just two university professors, and they greeted me pleasantly. Then, I looked at my new desk to find . . . nothing. No computer, no pens, no paperclips, no paper, no phone, not even a chair, just a desk. I realized vaguely that I'd made a terrible mistake! But it was too late to rewind the film of the last few weeks. I made the decision to make the best of it and hoped things would get better once I got myself set up. Mistake number two.

After six months, I was still struggling to make the job work, between visits to the bathroom to panic, cry, and breathe deeply, then returning to my desk to answer to the three uncoordinated heads of the organization amongst a thoroughly disheartened staff working too many hours for too little pay. The business was disorganized and its leaders had no desire to be otherwise. After seven months, I didn't even want to get out of bed in the morning. At my review, I was told that I was not getting the promised raise because the executive director, who was out of the office seven days out of ten and who wouldn't tell me what he wanted, needed someone who could "read his mind"-and, no surprise, I was not succeeding at this. The next day I gave one month's notice via e-mail. I had $1,000 in the bank and $28,000 in student loan debt.

I have always prided myself on my survival skills, my toughness, and my ability to get by. I've been the super-responsible girl who has worked full-time since the age of fifteen. But this time, I was unable to will myself to go out and get just another job. I wondered if I was going crazy. I didn't know how I was going to pay my rent. How could I raise some money? I looked around to see if I had anything to sell. After putting myself through all those years of school, the only thing I had was . . . books. Gulp. All my lovely books, many of them my dearest friends. I packed up three-quarters of them and went to Moe's, a bookstore near UC Berkeley, where the buyer sorted through them, one by one. It felt like he was sorting through my underwear drawer. I held my breath until all my books passed through his appraising hands. He scratched for a minute on a piece of paper, calculating I suppose, and then looked up to say, "Would you like cash or a credit slip?" I hadn't sold books before, so I stood there not understanding the question. "If you want cash, it's $150. A credit slip is $300." Before I knew it, a voice squeaked softly, "I'll take the credit slip, please." I'm not sure who had spoken, but since I was the only one standing there, it must have been me.

About this time, through all of the ups and downs, I realized something. What I'd been doing all along was studying people. In my spare time, I read psychology books and studied personality systems like the Myers-Briggs Typology Inventory, the Enneagram, and the MMPI, and I observed people-what makes them tick, how they get along, and why they rub each other the wrong way. I was two classes shy of a psychology degree as an undergrad, but, at the time, I decided that two majors was enough (literary studies and creative writing) and that I'd rather go to school in communist Hungary for a term instead.

What struck me most during my career crisis was the way my interests overlapped. Isn't literature really the earliest form of psychology? When you read good fiction, it's all about the characters, their motivations, and what they are driven to do. Thrilling stories have us on the edge of our seats, wondering whether the characters we sympathize with will choose to do something different . . . or stay stuck. Real people's lives are no different. We are all protagonists in our own stories and come face to face with ourselves at some point in our lives. So I decided to check out psychology graduate schools. I attended their open houses and contemplated borrowing more money to pay the tuition, but every time I visited a school, things felt wrong, and it was all I could do to sit through the panels and presentations. My bewildering sense of being in the wrong place was so strong that I snuck out of every open house before it was over and headed for the bookstore.

After one such open house, feeling lost, I headed to Moe's with my giant credit slip like a kid with a free ticket to the candy store. I went up the familiar concrete stairs to the wall of used psychology books on the third floor and proceeded to poke among them. A random book caught my eye. I reached up to pull it off the shelf and another hefty book came down with it and whacked flat onto the floor. I picked it up to find that it was The Benham Book of Palmistry: A Practical Treatise on the Laws of Scientific Hand Reading, published in 1900. Hmmm. Palmistry? Scientific? Yeah, right! Out of sheer curiosity, I opened the book up, even though palmistry was just a bunch of gobbledy gook as far as I was concerned. The thing was, though, I was surprised at what I read. The hand and the brain are connected, and the hand is a representation of the brain. William Benham was a skeptic who ended up devoting decades of his life to studying hands during a time when there was almost no research on the matter. I thought it might be interesting entertainment to browse this book and see how crazy it was! I had a lot of store credit, so why not take it home?

As soon as I sat down with the book, I was hooked. It was fascinating, even with its tortuous, florid Victorian language and biases. Before I knew it, I was looking at my own hands, my friends' hands, and even strangers' hands at any gathering I attended. I liked how this practice wasn't about making predictions but about determining one's personality, aptitudes, emotional preferences, and the way a person thinks. It fit in with what I understood about myself, the people I knew, and the psychology I'd been studying. It was a rewarding challenge, like when I studied foreign languages, working with the basic letters of an alphabet, then words, and then stringing the words into sentences and saying them aloud. When I talked about people's hands, they started opening up to me to talk about things they'd never told anyone. I had "seen" them in their hands.

At this point, one friend, and then another acquaintance, asked me if I had heard of a man named Richard Unger and his hand analysis institute. Intrigued, I made a phone call, talked with Richard Unger, and the rest is history. I borrowed money and enthusiastically signed up to study modern hand analysis at the International Institute of Hand Analysis. Even with the popular misconceptions about reading hands, the ridicule I might face in making it a profession, and the fact that I had no idea how to start my own business or much less make it pay my rent, I knew right away that this was what I wanted to do. Hands were for me. That was 1998, and here I am now, loving my work and doing something that was the last thing in the world I expected to be doing. I read the hands of thousands of people, from exotic dancers to corporate heads to spiritual seekers, I am privy to their inner life experience, and my work takes me around the world. If anyone would have told me this is what I would do with my life, I would have said they were crazy.

ten Years Later and Counting
In my career as a Life Purpose Analyst, people work with me when they're searching for a life rich with purpose and fulfillment. They are seeking their core selves, longing to understand and use their unique talents, and looking for their place in the world. I...

Customer Reviews

Well Written, Compelling Work on Hand Analysis
From the very first page this book drew me on and captivated me. I felt I was sitting and chatting with Ronelle about my own hands. Her writing style is warm, friendly, yet gets the point across. I wish I had teachers like her in college - hahaha! Her examples are fabulous and I found them VERY helpful in trying to figure out my OWN fingerprints.

Well written, nicely illustrated and just plain fun to read. Add that to the fact that you will absolutely have an eye opening experience about your own life purpose and you have an AMAZING BOOK on hand analysis and determng your unique life purpose.

The best accidental find ever!
I found Ronelle's book quite by accident...And am glad I did!

I'd found just enough information to spike my interest in hand reading and wanted to learn more. Flipping through web pages I found Ronelle's site, read it over, found her book and that's all it took for me to jump in, head first, in this wonderful new world called "me."

Her writing is conversational, you feel like she's sitting and reading to/for you. Not some stuffy professor lecturing AT you. Thanks for that Ronelle.

The clear illustrations go with the writing complimenting each other nicely. Her short stories explaining points work well and keep it flowing.

You'll get a lot out of this if you're interested in learning more about yourself or if you're learning about hand analysis. It's a win, win situation, unique and universal at the same time. You'll learn how to "get over yourself" and "move forward" in the direction that's right for you - it's up to you to take action or not.

Thanks Ronelle for opening my eyes to this wonderful world.

Taking personal development to the next level
Most self-help, personal development books have started to sound the same...that is why this was so refreshing to read. Of course I may be a little bit biased in my review. I have been studying handreading/palmistry for the past couple of years and have also had the pleasure of a Life Purpose reading from the author via an internet forum. The great thing about Ronelle's book is that you can benefit if you want some simple direction in life or if you are a student of the art of handreading. Since understanding my own Life Purpose from my fingerprints, I have experienced a much greater awareness of myself and have passed on the knowledge from this technique to those closest to me. It is fascinating, descriptive, and well-written. If you are looking to understand yourself on a much deeper level, give it a try. If you enjoy handreading and palmistry, it is a 'must have'. Great job Ronelle.