Yesterday on the equinox, under the full Aries moon, I awoke from a nightmare just before midnight. I knew it would come … I took precautions, like bandaids, before I fell asleep.

My fear, anger, and hurt had been coming for me for weeks … ever since that last rejection rolled in, I knew. I had let my life’s work turn into my ego, and it housed my hopes and worthiness like a prison as it sat mostly unread in a file no one could see. Writing it was cathartic, passionate, purposeful. Waiting for it to “become” has been torture.

And I am the torturer. With each rejection, I felt my conditioning spark into a negative self talk smolder. Quiet, at first, and a bit philosophical, like a new understanding of poverty mentality or the sensation of lack. Then it grew louder, and began to feel like grief in my chest. And, still, I fed the fire.

“My book is garbage,” I decided.

A friend shook free these embers, combed them out of me like a healer who sees images of shadows upon the wall of a cave. He said if I refused to do this work, to look at my emotions, they would come for me harder and harder … and I knew. I felt it rise up, there at the cafe, and I knew what I had to do.

But I did not do that.

So I awoke more terrified and tired than I have been in many, many years. And there was still time to do the work, to give it up to winter and allow spring to flow – the Aries moon demanded it of me.

“Get up,” I heard, more like a tug than a whisper.

“I can’t move,” I begged, more like a whisper than a sob. “Please, just let me sleep.”

“Do it now.”

Through the paralysis of near-midnight nightmare fear, I crawled. I lit my altar and kneeled before it. The flames were unsteady and insistent, demanding more of me.

“You don’t remember what it’s like to be down here, to be human,” I began as the tears flowed down my face. I poured out my anger at the goddesses, my mistrust of Spirit, and, ultimately, my grief. “I’m scared,” I said, “that I have failed myself.”

When I begged for their compassion, they demanded more. I had to release, to move through the paralysis. I called instead upon my guides, and saw them at the edge of a clearing under the same moon, waiting. I understood they were there but would not come nearer until the goddesses were finished.

Saraswati showed me the way: a chant.

Despite my exhaustion and the late hour, I reached with eyes closed for the sandalwood mala upon my altar, and began.

“Om mani padme hum,” my voice, lower than usual, thick with emotion, declared. I am worthy, I heard like a lie in my head.

One hundred and eight times I chanted these ancient, healing words. Somewhere in my trance, my voice became clear and the weight in my chest broke up – like a spring river remembering its flow. The tears never stopped.

When I was finished, I opened my eyes to steady flames. They accepted my offering, I knew. But, more than that, I felt movement and strength in places that had grown cold and weak. I felt the light creep in.

With gratitude and that shaken uncertainty of one who has just done a crazy thing out of total hysteria, I stood up and walked back to bed. My guides met me there, took up their vigil

When I say I’m an intuitive, or an energy worker, or lightworker – or any of these things other than “yoga,” do you know what I mean?

We are ALL intuitive, psychic, magical, powerful. We ALL have these abilities.

It’s my passion to help wake people up to their own amazingness. I don’t want to (and can’t) fix anyone. What I can and love to do is to point people back to themselves in profound ways.

How I do this is by using the skills I’ve fallen in love with and developed over the years. I can look into your eyes and KNOW what kind of person you are, have been, and could be. I can see past traumas, pain, and experiences. I can see your potential.

When I do “energy work,” or reiki, with people, I “see” and “know” even more. I get visions of your past lives, I see and talk with your angels, guides, ancestors, past loved ones (even pets sometimes!), and your own higher self. Sometimes goddesses appear and offer guidance or give gifts, like courage or protection.

I once worked with someone who wasn’t feeling well for a very long time due to Lyme and other chronic issues. Over the belly, I received a bunch of energetic feedback and the very clear image and message to eat raw papaya seeds. After a few weeks of doing so, this person was feeling great. No more Lyme.

Recently, these energy sessions have been turning into what I’m beginning to understand are “Activations.” When someone comes to me and is on the threshold of a dimensional shift, of a major energetic ascension (like from 3D to 4D or 5D), I have been guided to facilitate the immediate transformation. How it feels is … almost indescribable. I become quiet and focused, and we both feel an intense rush of energy. I see cells and neuro-pathways lighting up with new electricity and am downloaded with huge amounts of information about the person I’m working with AND the universe in general.

I never truly know what’s going to happen in these sessions, but I have come to expect truly powerful transformation. I cry, you cry, we all cry (sometimes). We laugh, we read cards, we ask questions.

This is energy work with me, in the format of a “session.” I have some space in my schedule for a few more of these *at* the studio.

When you come into the bright and beautiful space, you walk into a sacred circle. I have crystals, salt lamps, blankets and pillows ready to go. We start by reading cards and then you get comfy as I move in a circle around your body with my hands, lightly touching sometimes but usually just hovering over you. I speak to what I see as I see it, and afterward we process. That’s it.

Remote sessions are done a little differently, but are just as profound (because energy doesn’t follow our petty human rules about time and space).

Reading cards is by far the most simple and straightforward “thing I do,” and I’ll be doing it out in the community for all to see very soon. Or via FB messenger. Whatev. Cards always give us answers to our questions, so be careful what you ask – that’s my only caution.

Thanks for reading. Love ya!

Over the last couple weeks, everything has shifted – not just for me, but for all of us.

My private appointments have transformed into something I’m not even sure “counts as reiki” anymore. Energy healing certainly still flows, and I can feel the seven major chakras like always . . . but it’s so much more now.

Not only are past lives leaping out of my clients’ energy fields to be seen, healed, and cleared, but the lessons in them are resoundingly awakening. Past loved ones come through (I call this “reluctant mediumship” haha) with clear messages of love, forgiveness, and transformation.

And the deities. In the last few weeks, I’ve met GODDESSES I didn’t even know existed! Pele appeared in/around/above a volcano. Diana rode a glorious steed on the edge of an ancient witch’s cave. They bestow blessings and gifts that I can hardly articulate at the time and cannot put into words now. Things like protection, like a gossamer gown/blanket of light; and, another time, a red crown jewel for passion in a gypsy caravan.

This is the stuff dreams are made of and even though I am one heck of a storyteller I can’t make this up. It’s absolute magic. THIS IS THE AWAKENING.

When I realized things had truly shifted for me was when I felt the intense astrological energies not as a thrashing but as a thrill. I talk about it like a wave of energy. If we are anchored to our shit – that which holds us down – the waves crests over us and tosses us around in the absolute turmoil beneath. It’s trying to uproot us! And if we can open our hands and let go of the old stories, release our anger/hurt/pain, relax into the intensity …. then we ride.

During this time my own beloved mentors and friends, those who’ve helped ME become, have reached out. They have given me the gift and great honor of participating in their transformation as an equal. Tears spring to my eyes as I type this because I am awed with loving gratitude.

I facilitated an “energy activation,” out of the blue (haha like that’s a thing) for a woman who knew “something” was happening but couldn’t quite explain it. Her openness and receptivity, and the two years of self-work she has been doing, made her the absolute perfect vessel to receive this gift. I didn’t know it was something “I could do.” (I didn’t do it. Spirit did it. Luckily, I was also open and receptive and was given the tools to facilitate and explain in the moment.) This woman has been connected to the higher grid of 5th + dimensional energies and in just a few days has researched what it all means to her incredible DELIGHT and sees massive changes not only in her own life but in the lives of her loved ones.

I have five more of these sessions over the next two days and more to come already in the books. I am so grateful, awed, curious, and alive. This awakening, and my part in it, are my purpose. I have been dreaming of these days and everything in my life has prepared me for this moment.

Everything has shifted. Everything is new and old, alive and well. Join me! Let’s dance together in the moonlight on the shore where this wave hits, on the new earth, with total abandon and ecstasy.