My path didn't start in ceremony. It started in a cubicle.
I was working in corporate America when my awakening began. Then one day I found myself being pulled to a powwow, and there the drum woke me up. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to get out of my chest. I began yearning for that beat of the drum, and I started attending many powwows in California because I couldn't get enough of that beat of the drum. The beat of that drum became a compass I didn't know I'd been missing.
Around that same time, the visitations started. Dreams at first. Then things I could hear, things I could see. I remember sitting in my cubicle wondering if I was losing my mind. I wasn't. I was waking up.
What came next wasn't a clean leap.
I tried a sales job that nearly starved me. I waited tables at a cantina for three and a half years. Spirit was patient. Spirit was also clear. You can't have one foot here and one foot there. You're going to have to choose.
So I chose.
Then came the ceremonies. The sacred waters. I became a sacred water carrier when I participated in the Peace and Dignity Run of 2012, which ended in the jungles of Guatemala. That year the run was for the sacred waters, the prayer for the waters, and I inadvertently became a sacred water carrier, carrying waters from Guatemala, Maui, and sacred places around the world. I studied with indigenous wisdom elders. I sat with plant medicines. I was sent places I didn't expect to go, and Spirit said the same thing every time. We've got you. You won't starve. You'll always have a place to stay. You'll always have a way to get there.
It took me years to really believe that.
The full trust didn't land until Maui.
That's where I did the deepest shadow work of my life, including clearing my Diné lineage three times. My grandmother was a medium too. My thea told me she used to listen outside the bedroom door as a little girl and hear my Chinese grandfather speak to his mother through my grandmother, in a language my grandmother didn't know. The gift has been in my family a long time.
Spirits don't just speak to me. They step in.
Spirits don't just speak to me from across the room. They step into me the way Whoopi Goldberg's character gets stepped into in Ghost. My voice changes. My words change. A grieving daughter gets to hear her stepfather apologize in his own cadence. A client feels their ancestor weep through my body. That's the work. Full presence, full channel, full release.
I'm also a medical intuitive. Spirit has given me the ability to see dark masses, scar tissue, and energy lodged throughout the body. In remote sessions, Spirit guides us to where curses are lodged and shows us how to release them. I've dismantled ancient suppression devices; the Galactic Council showed me what the ancient technology looked like and how to dismantle it. This technology has been suppressing humanity for eons. We've held space for women reliving things they never wanted to feel again, and watched them walk out looking like a different person.
And sometimes I just drum. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes the light language comes through and I don't know what I said, and I don't need to. It comes from pure love. That's enough.
I work in person here in Sedona and on camera with clients around the world. I also offer afterlife doula support on a sliding scale because some of this work is meant to be given freely.
This work is not for everyone.
It's for the people who are ready to go deeper than a weekend near Cathedral Rock. It's for the people carrying something their family has been carrying for generations. It's for the people who've sat on the cushion, read the books, done the talking, and still feel like something is waiting underneath.
"When you're ready, you'll know."
