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It's 1:33 in the morning. The soul song we share by our dear soul friend Jeff has been playing on repeat. The moon is full. The fog is low. The tears have been flowing as I softly sing. I had wondered why, when I first saw you, I could not explain what I felt. This beauty, this energy, this something I can't place. It's not words, it's recognition. It's a feeling, a love, a remembrance. I am so sorry for what happened to you in this life. The pain must have been so much for y

So apparently I have decided to come back to this Earth planet again. Strange how it doesn't feel like the last time. Shits different, its heavy, its uncomfortable. Why does my meat suit feel like it doesn't fit. Where is the tribe like I had last lifetime? Where is the jungle? This planet is in pain, all of it, including the mother I stand upon. She is hurting, she is angry. All that time she spent evolving this land into paradise ruined by this fucked up human race. They ar

The Whisper Knew: Part Two — Electric Boogaloo Content warning: Sexual assault, manipulation, and abuse of spiritual authority. I thought about naming this one The Shady Shamans, but I think by the time you finish reading, you’ll come up with that title on your own. A while back, I wrote a piece called The Whisper Knew. It was about my experience with a self-proclaimed shaman who manipulated and sexually assaulted me. I chose to write that piece with a gentle heart and an und

I wanted to share a little of my own experience with how singing and using my voice has helped me heal. When I was a young boy, I had vocal nodules. Little bumps on my vocal cords that caused me to constantly lose my voice. For a kid who loved making noise, yelling, imitating animals, and doing funny voices, that was hard. I spent time in speech therapy during school, trying to get my voice back. And when I did have a voice, my grandma, who raised me, was constantly telling m

As I was running thru the woods I heard a familiar howling cry. As I cautiously approached, I saw anther lone wolf caught in a snare set by the humans. She was big and she was powerful, but she was also injured and alone. In that situation I saw myself in her. As I too was trapped in the human's snare. It reminded me of how I chewed thru my snare to set myself free. I could see that this snare was so strong that she wouldn’t be able to chew thru it. I knew she was going to bi

Alexa, what’s on my Costco list? Playing Nickelback. Wait, fuck no. Alexa, what’s on my Costco grocery list? You have three items on your Costco list. Would you like me to read them? Didn’t I just fucking ask you what’s on the list? Yes, read them. Okay, here is your list: Frozen organic blueberriesPeanuts for the birdsDog food Would you like to add anything else? Fuck off! Okay, just let me know if you want to add anything later. Thanks, Alexa. You’re the best! Ahh fuck, alr

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 f

For years, my dad seemed to be waiting for his last breath. Life could not end fast enough for him. The depression, the shame, the not knowing—those seemed heavier than the disease that was slowly suffocating him. When someone is ready for it to be over, but the body still has fight left, it creates a painful kind of limbo. You couldn't cheer him up. There was nothing you could say. The conversations were heavy, not because of their content, but because of the energy present.

When I returned from my ayahuasca retreat in early 2024, I was full of light. My heart had been blown open. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t searching for God in a book, a church, or another person’s teachings. I was beginning to remember that Spirit had been with me all along. Like many people after a profound experience, I became hungry for understanding. I attended integration circles. I joined spiritual groups. I sought community. I wanted to understand what had ha

Good morning everyone. For the last few years, I’ve spent a lot of time in the energy of water. Water has always felt familiar to me. Feelings. Emotions. Reflection. Sometimes healing. Sometimes a complete mess. Before that, much of my life was spent in fire. Anger. Reactivity. Outbursts. Trying to force my way through life. What I’ve learned is that neither water nor fire is the answer by itself. Too much water and we drown in our emotions. Too much fire and we burn down par