A place to
remember
who you are.

I have tried to write a bio page over and over again.

 

It’s funny because we’re supposed to write these bios to “attract clients.” We’re supposed to market ourselves as a “brand.”

 

All of that makes me ill.

 

 

I am so much more than can be described on a webpage. So much more than a label like “healer.”

 

 

Ugh Gag me with a spoon.

 

 

So, I’m going to write the anti-bio.

 

 

Because when we ask ourselves the question, Who am I?  the answer should be so vast, so expansive, that words cannot fully explain it. There shouldn’t be a container. There shouldn’t be a box we fit into.

 

Most of our words are distorted anyway. When you study what words really mean, you realize how far away they often are from describing who we truly are.

 

 

 

So here we go.

 

 

I am the infant who was born of stardust and light

 

I am the one-year-old who faced death.

 

I am the child who was taken from his mother to be raised by an abusive grandmother.

 

I am the child who stepped into a church and said, “This isn’t love.”

 

I am the child who was assaulted by family a family member I was told to trust. 

 

I am the rebellious Jesus who said, "Find your own path," and knew that love is love.

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I am the Gen X teenager who looked around and said, “Fuck all of this.”

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I am the 18-year-old who Spirit spared from eight years in prison for carrying a bag of medicine, a mercy I would not fully understand until many years later.

 

I am the young man who saw too much death and pain as a paramedic.

 

I am the young man who held his father as he took his last breath.

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I am the one who numbed himself because he couldn’t bear the pain, the grief, the heaviness of this Earth.

 

I am the husband who broke trust and destroyed his marriage.

 

I am the father who witnessed the miracle of creation.

 

I am the one who lost his mind and spiraled into the darkness.

 

I am the one who heard the call of my soul and could no longer ignore it.

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I am the one whose path was forever changed through encounters with Spirit.

 

I am the one who Grandmother Ayahuasca taught “you can heal yourself” and “anything is possible”

 

I am the awakened man who was love bombed, manipulated, and sexually assaulted by someone wearing the mask of a teacher, hiding behind the title of shaman, and pretending to care.

 

I am the forgiveness to those who harmed me, and more importantly to myself.

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I am the seeker who sought the truth and wisdom.

 

I am the seeker who sought only to find what I was looking for was me.

 

I am all of those experiences and the lessons they taught me.

 

They were the life I had to live in order to learn, to grow, and to resurrect back into myself.

 

I am the one who let the fire burn it all down so I could be born from the ashes and the wind.

 

Those lessons, even though brutally hard, became beauty.

 

They became wisdom.

 

They became joy.

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Because without them, I would never have truly known myself.

 

And now that I no longer have to identify with a label or cling to the stories of who I think I am, I am free to simply be me.

 

Which creates a bit of a problem for this website.

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Because bios are supposed to explain who we are.

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And after everything life has taught me, I am no longer convinced that can be done with a few labels and titles.

 

But since you're here, and considering spending some time with me, I'll do my best.

 

I hope you do.

 

 

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Who am I, you ask?

 

I am nobody.

I am love.

I am a vibration.

I am the fire.

I am a force that can stir your waters and tear open your heart.

 

I am the catalyst for your soul’s activation, the spark that helps ignite transformation, who reminds you of your own power.

 

I am the clearest mirror you will ever stand before.

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I am the hollow bone Spirit created to work thru.

 

 

I am eyes that see your soul.

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I see your essence exactly where it is.

I see your feminine and your masculine.

I see the wounded child.

The brave warrior.

The healer within.

The gentle heart.

The shadow you try to hide. 

I see through every mask you wear. 

I am the eyes that help you soften, to feel seen.

 

 

I am ears that hear the stories you tell yourself. 

 

I hear the pauses between your words.

The cracks in your voice.

The frequency beneath your language.

I hear your resonance.

 

 

I am a mouth that speaks truth, whether you are ready to receive it or not.

 

My words are intentional.

Conscious.

Precise.

Sometimes they are meant to soothe your spirit.

Sometimes they are meant to shake you to your core.

 

I am a bridge.

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A bridge between worlds.

A bridge between pain and possibility.

A bridge between the stories you have carried and the truth waiting underneath them.

A bridge between the seen and unseen parts of yourself.

Not someone to follow.

Not someone to save you.

Simply a bridge you may cross as you remember who you are.

 

 

You will either love me or fear me.

Because not everyone is ready to be fully seen.

 

But one thing is for sure:

 

You will not be the same person after meeting me.

Because I do not enter lives to leave them untouched.

 

I am the catalyst for your awakening. Your evolution. Your growth.

 

 

Now I ask you. 

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Who were you in that bio? 

Who are you now? 

Who are you going to be?

Who are you going to find?

 

I’ll tell you who I see. 

I see the soulful you. 

The heart that is ready to beat again.

The eyes that are ready to shine.

The ears that are ready to listen to your intuition.

I see the body that’s ready to move.

The child that is ready to be curious.

 

I see you.

Because I am you.

And you are me.