I figured out I was psychic when I was 8 years old. At that very young age, I was not willing or able to acknowledge that as part of who I was. In fact, I wasn’t able to acknowledge that part of me until my mid-twenties. 

Once I was willing to accept that, I struggled for the next 10 years or so to recognize what my intuition was telling me.

It took another 10 years to figure out how the hell I was going to organize my abilities, figure out what they were and how I could use them, and move through the world as the healer I know myself to be today.

I spent the first 20 years of my working life doing lots and lots of spreadsheets (I LOVE THEM) and writing lots and lots of emails about commercial real estate finances and raising a son. 

I now spend most of my time moving through different dimensions and timelines, healing lineage and generational trauma, and clearing the burdens, afflictions, and shame that we hold, individually and collectively.

As a person in this physical 3D timespace, I still love spreadsheets. I also love glitter, house music, talking to the trees, putting my feet in a river, rollerskating, and cheese (even though it does not love me).