A little background

For as long as I can remember, I have been compelled to put my hands on people who are in pain. Perhaps it is because I have first-hand experience with many of the blows life can deliver. For 20 years, efforts to heal my own wounds took me through all the therapies, pills, and generic encouragement my doctors could muster. Most did more harm than good. None healed. Finally I resigned myself to a painful and lonely life.

Like so many, my work-a-day distractions ended quite abruptly when COVID-19 broke out. Work was my life, and in the ensuring quiet, Spirit began to speak. Inflamed with a need to know if there is a greater purpose to life, I started consuming information like I was starving and it was food. I devoured the views of the major religions, gnostics, stoics, atheists, even satanists—yes, the pandemic provided ample time.

The night I made it to the mystics, a parliament of owls surrounded my home, all hooting their encouragement to explore this ancient wisdom.

As I peered into the rabbit hole, my heart leapt about while mind scoffed. I couldn't look away. I researched and reached out to a few different teachers, ultimately deciding to meet with a shamanic practitioner in Norway. 

Soon she showed me the truth of the energetic realm. After my brain melted for six months, I enrolled in her apprenticeship program. Since then, my personal practice and study has evolved to include Reiki, Qigong and shamanism—with interests in numerology, astrology, and, indeed, all the tools and resources we are gifted to grow toward our highest selves.

Working with Divine forces brought me back to living and loving my life. My hope now is to share this sacred gift.

With intensive care,

Tani