On Bubbles and Eggshells as an Empath’s Protection

I met my new acupuncturist last week and when she finally thought she 'got' me, she said, "You're just too porous." She came to this conclusion when I described how being in the wind effects me, sometimes making me feel disoriented or disassociated all while knowing I'm neither of those things. She subsequently wanted to... Continue Reading →

We Do This Together

  A Facebook connection shared this earlier today, written by a third party: No one is coming to save you, but it is not because you are unloved. To the contrary: You are so revered, so adored, so magnificent, that to send to you a savior would be to destroy your opportunity to become what... Continue Reading →

Patience and Murder

In the summer of 2017, a young woman from Helena, MT, asked me to put my gifts to work in solving a murder committed six years before that. I figured, "Why not?" At the time, I was beginning what I thought was going to be my first book and getting away from research seemed a... Continue Reading →

Standing Rock and The Fuckery

As I crisscrossed the country the rest of 2014, with my first stop being the Marias River massacre site others, long dead according to written history, begin introducing themselves. Sometimes individually as did Sitting Bull and other times en masse. Until they introduced themselves, I had no intellectual or known spiritual connection to them. They... Continue Reading →

Living with a Price on My Head

There’s trust and then there’s trust. It’s one thing to live in the understanding that that all of creation is supporting you. In theory. When it comes to the life and death experience of knowing someone, somewhere would like you killed, trusting and the lack thereof become pretty clear.  ************************************************************************ This is an excerpt from... Continue Reading →

Facebook live recording

The foundation of my philosophy on #empaths is this: we are not separate, individuated by the boundaries of our skin. There is no ‘psychic’ gift involved. It is a fully realized, physiological expression of our interconnected nature. We feel each other because we bleed through any borders we try to create. It is neither gift... Continue Reading →

Marriage, no Proposal

On Thursday, February 9, 2017, I was minding my own business with Bastest and yogifying to work out the kinks remaining from Standing Rock. I had the kind of sweat that only Seane Corn can create. Somewhere between vin and yasa, all proceedings were interrupted by two Old Ladies, Grandmothers of the invisible persuasion. One... Continue Reading →

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