I was an interesting little kid, to say the least. Because I still had deeply vivid impressions of beings I had been with before I was born, I deeply suspected by my third birthday that I was not my body, I was just going to ride around in it for a while. I also realized that not everybody could see what I called “the clouds on people.” These clouds appeared to me as a collection of tiny, black metallic filings that seemed to issue from a person’s body, usually directly above the place they were really hurting. I didn’t see auras or colors, instead I saw the collected issuing as shapes or nebulous formations: the sparse density and cone shape of pain hovering above an ulcer or arthritis; the dense fog of the filings surrounding the head of someone with a migraine.

Like others born to the reality of energy field work, I discovered early on that I could pull on and remove some of the “clouds” from someone’s energy field myself, in service to a person in pain. One of the many mothers I had as a child was a nurse, and as she taught my five year old brain the names of the bones that made us up as humans, I felt the brush of a mystical wind on my cheek. I knew that I was not my body, but the mystery of how the idea of a human can issue forth from 24 strands of DNA into an actual vehicle for a spirit to ride around in, well, that blew my little mind! The mystery of the Human Design is mind blowing. Even to grown ups.

Those early childhood anatomy classes gave me a framework of knowledge that left me hungry for more science. I began studying anatomy and, desiring to use my natural gift of touch, I became both highly schooled and certified in several modalities of energy work and massage therapy. I also gained and enjoy a preeminent education in thalassotherapy and French spa treatments.   

Through the years I worked in various clinical and professional settings, doctor’s offices, luxury spas, and volunteer clinics. Finally, I hung up a shingle of my own. Finally I began doing the work I was born to do, the work that probably brought you to my site. I will forever consider my first cadaver lab experience to be one of the top five most spiritual events of my life. As part of a graduate level anatomy training, I had the precious opportunity to be in a lab on a medical campus to view, in an educational setting, the body of a very old woman who had volunteered her remains to science. It was life changing! To witness the unbelievable elegance of the design of our luxurious human vehicle; to see what I can only describe as the perfect engineering the human body contains was, frankly, mind blowing. The moment of seeing the machine, without the electricity running through it, when it became obvious that our soul itself is the spark that animates these bodies delivered me the single greatest sense of awe I’ve ever known.

No, we absolutely are not our bodies! We’re just riding around in them as if they were cars.

But what kind of cars are we in? Some bodies are made to be Olympic athletes. Some bodies are meant to birth children. Want to know what the specs are on your car? This reading is part of My True Gift. I understand the human hologram in a way that can’t be taught.

Since we have no glove box to tuck anything into, our Owner’s Manual is printed on our hands and feet, as well as our faces and ears. It’s a Blueprint of Possibility (and probability,) that can tell us what to expect from our physical bodyselves on many levels. Feet tell us about the specific care and feeding of the actual body we’re in, typically showcasing the lower chakras influences. Hands tell us more about our higher human aspects, the upper chakras influences on our intellectual, emotional and spiritual proclivities. Ears will often show spiritual markings and the soles of our feet will also bear some of the spiritual stampings of our soul. When we sit for my standard Human Sportscar reading, it takes two hours and includes channeling of both My Crowd, as well Yours.

This reading lasts two hours and is in-person only.