Intuitive Work: How did I get here?

Through undeniable synchronicities and confirmations, I realized the experiences which made me ‘a little psychic’ were, in fact, guides, loved ones, and energies attempting to get through to me since I was a child.

As an artist and perennial student of Eastern religions, I was spiritual long before I consciously used intuitive skills as a conduit for healing experiences. I had to explore spirituality on my own to make sense of a dogmatic upbringing as a Jehovah’s Witness, eventually leaving the congregation at 14 years old.

It’s OK if you’re skeptical. I am too.

It was due to my skepticism that I was able to see how both loving and unloving my community was in our beliefs. Critical thinking brings us closer to truths that break us open, often forcing us to build something better in its place.

In many ways, I’ve gone off a deep end.

And I am OK with that.

Like jumping into an ice-cold lagoon. Or a flame pushing me with its flickering to light one post, then another flickering, catching quick. A wind rustling up dust and mote and the thick bread of what we stomach every day. Until all that too, catches fire.

I’ve always been a little 🍃🌞🌚✨ if you know what I mean.

But like many, I’ve been seeking deeper the last few years. After a long period of rest and nothing less than transformation, I discovered much I’ve been ignoring out of fear.

Fear of rejection, judgment, getting ‘lost in the sauce’. Fear of the power I encountered, the unexplainable, the miraculous. Fear of loss, of gain, of change. Fear all over the place. It has not been easy, but it has been beautiful.