Begin at the Beginning
Well, if you've come this far, it must mean that you want to know me as a person, and not just a professional! That's a little scary, and a little exciting. I'll tell you why in a moment, but I suppose we should begin at the beginning, shall we?
"Before"
A kiss at the doorway.
Gold package slips in the mail box.
Stone stairs echoing footfalls.
Tea kettle waiting on an old desk.
What I remember
will not lead me back.
As the daughter of an Atheist and a Ceremonial Magicienne, I grew up as a spiritualist with a scientific bent. I loved every psychic tool I could get my hands on. I read tarot, runes and ogham. I cast the bones and I gazed into fire, crystal balls and tea cups. When the number of people coming to me for readings reached startling proportions, I opened up shop as a teenager in 1999. I remember taking my first Keen.com call when I was living on a boat in college! Unfortunately, some people have a bad impression of those of us who practice divination. I was stalked for years by a threatening group of people who slashed my car tires repeatedly. The need for discretion became even more important when I became a school teacher after graduate school.
"Hospital"
Nothing to do now.
Nothing to fear?
Think I'm awake now.
Wish you were here.
Voices are muffled.
I'm watching the door.
"Haldol shuffle"
I'm crossing the floor.
Here come the dishes.
I'm counting the tiles.
Looking at fishes.
And curious files.
Not out of bed now.
Can't even shout.
Wish you were here now.
Wish I were out.
However, the Gods had other plans for me. In 2002 I was dealt the lightning-struck tower card when I received a diagnosis of schizophrenia. Being schizophrenic is kind of like treading water in a vast ocean. You can struggle to keep your head in reality, or you can plunge into the unseen world, but you can never again walk dry land that is free of its gifts and burdens. With this disability, it appears destiny has thrust me to this vocation! I'm glad it has brought you here as well.
"Madness"
the gods had wont
make me insane
so i gave them
a meal in twain
i thought in kind
i'd offer mind
i lifted hands
and lost my brain.