I left mediumship

I'd rather ask you one question

I waited eight years.

Here's what the wait was for.

I had to triple my price

Written today, with my heart in my throat

The retreat wasn't the work

You came home glowing. Then, quietly, it faded.

Ayahuasca is not a drug

A drug asks you to come back. This one doesn't.

You can't out-think your environment

Integration looks like a refund

The part with no photos

The silence wasn't a gap between the work. It was the work.

The night I met myself

Where I came from, the night it nearly ended, and the one thing I can't stop thinking about.

I'm taking a step back from teaching mediums how to charge.

And turning toward the thing that's actually been my whole life.

The course won't make you ready

14 years. Still not charging.

Sometimes we need a pause