My Journey

My story is not a brand; it is a chronicle of a soul’s survival and the awakening of an ancient, solitary calling. From my first memories, I was different—a vessel for visions and dreams that others could not perceive. Before I ever touched a tarot deck, the veil was thin; I moved through the world as a dream walker, experiencing precognitive visions that defied the logic of my small town in Tracy City, Tennessee. Much of my youth was spent lost for hours in the Tennessee wilderness, hiking deep into the woods where the land was still wild. It was a miracle I even made it back home at times, but it was there, in the silence of the forest, that I felt the most peace. Nature was my direct teacher; animals acted oddly in my presence, and I was often surrounded by crows as if being watched over by the woods themselves.

Even as a child, I was driven to ritual, instinctively building altars and performing private ceremonies to honor the unseen. These practices were my anchor. At age eight, I had a harrowing dream of a severe accident a family friend would suffer—an event that later occurred exactly as I had seen it. It was at this age of initiation that I was unknowingly gifted an aged, weathered tarot deck by my grandmother. Growing up, I was controlled and judged by her, as she sought to exorcise the "queer" from my spirit. As a non-binary being who today moves through the world as They/Them, I spent my youth being interrogated, constantly asked if I was a boy or a girl. I was born with a creative fire—an artist and illustrator who translated the images of my altars and visions into form. In high school, I stood my ground as a "gothy," queer youth, reading Tarot in the classroom while enduring the verbal abuse of jocks who targeted me for my truth. These early gifts—precognition, dream walking, clairvoyance, and clairsentience—did not result from my trauma; they were the very reason for it.

Moving to Oklahoma

At eighteen, I fled Tennessee with my mother and sister, only to find a new kind of prison. For eleven years, I navigated the daily verbal assaults of my mother’s ex-boyfriend—a man who mocked my veganism and my spirit with the petulance of a toddler. To survive this domestic darkness, I stayed away for hours, working and doing readings just to avoid the house. I had to navigate my mother’s shifting personality while the man who controlled her kept us in a constant state of hyper-vigilance.

Even the world outside was a battlefield. Living on the South Side of Del City, Oklahoma, I was targeted by local kids who threw bricks through our windows, attacking me for my queer identity and the spiritual clothing of my calling. Yet, within those walls—often confined to my bedroom for years—I built an empire. I pioneered on Oranum, rising to global fame as a virtual psychic while the house was under siege. Throughout this struggle, I functioned as a private healer right in the house where I was being abused, serving hundreds of seekers every week across various other platforms that I would later be hired onto like Psychic Txt, Bitwine, My Tarot Advisor, and Mystic Sense.

The Great Transcendence 

The turning point arrived in 2017.  When I would get permission to set up a Tarot Reading Booth offering $5 Tarot Readings. This made me a fixture of the Paseo Art Walks, I reached a level of fame that saw me reading for close to 70,000 individuals at this point. My foundation was shifting; the friendships I had cultivated began to erode into unsupportive dynamics, leading to a major life shift. During this collapse, I sought the medicine of the Earth. Cannabis became my healing therapy, a grounding force that allowed me to navigate my own trauma.

This was followed by a profound Psilocybin experience where I met the Divine Mother. It was a massive, God-head encounter—a Gayatri or Hare Krishna-like being came to me in full visual vocal manifestation that spoke directly to my soul. She revealed my true mission, showing me that my time in the public eye had reached its end. This vision was the catalyst; it told me I needed to move, to descend, and to protect the frequency of my gift. This experience was so profound it changed my life forever.

Before this descent into silence, my practice was the spiritual heartbeat of the community. I performed deep, personal sessions for photographer Carrie Strong and the curators of Factory Obscura like Kelsey Karper and Romy Owens. I have read for Stephanie Hyder of Stash in Norman, Oklahoma, Melinda McKenney of Steeped in Alchemy in Purcell, Oklahoma, and masters such as Anji Anujin (Bury Me In Gold) and Kim Wickersham (Buddha Organics). My artistry remains a physical extension of this practice: my crystalline jewelry has been published in Period and Elegant magazines, and I created a private line of hand-made Mala Prayer Beads commissioned and worn by musicians Jotti Notch and Spunk Adams. My paintings live in private collections worldwide and at The Red Cup, and I have produced hand-painted stones for Nature's Treasures.

The Sanctuary

Every session I have performed, every life I have touched, and every encounter with plant medicine has fundamentally altered my cellular makeup. These experiences didn't just teach me—they awakened me, stripping away the need for the world’s noise and replacing it with a profound, immovable peace. I made the conscious decision to vanish from the noise. I went back underground in 2017 and have remained there ever since.

Today, my life has come full circle. I have returned to my hermetic roots, living a monastic, cloistered life as a Luddite and extreme minimalist. I am now Mystic in Residence within private sanctuaries—fully entrenched, protected, and underground. While I am rooted here, my work often takes me to other states for private residencies. I have walked away from all online platforms and social media. I no longer "deal" with the collective; I only align with the few who vibrate at the frequency of my life path. My practice is now intentionally small, reserved for a select few local clients in person or for those who seek me out for specific residencies elsewhere. My style is my own, earned through twenty-plus years of service, survival, and divine encounter. I offer no performance—only the truth.

I am simply here for those who find me.

A Personal Invitation 

Today, my work is a private practice of Intuitive Discourse. I am no longer ordained, nor do I operate through any digital platforms, galleries, or public events. I have stepped away from the noise of the collective to focus on a small, intentional client list rooted solely in word-of-mouth and authentic resonance.

I offer a welcoming, safe space for LGBTQIA2S+, BIPOC, Vegan, and Women seekers who are looking for deep, intuitive sessions. My practice is entirely gift-based and conducted one-on-one by appointment within the sanctuary of my private residency or through specific arrangements for those in other states.

I do not utilize social media or mainstream advertising. If you have found your way here and feel an alignment with my path, I welcome you to reach out.

To inquire about a session, please email me directly.