 I did not choose psychic work... it chose me. When I was a little girl, I did not dream, wish or even think about becoming a psychic. When I selected my major in college, I was not looking for the metaphysical clause in the course work. When I entered the work force I was not looking for 'Psychics, Apply Here' in the classified sections. Yet, somehow, psychic work, metaphysical work, consciousness work crept up on me bit by bit by bit. When I was about seventeen (one year before the Harmonic Convergence), words began leaking through me to paper. I did not know it then, but the words and the places they came from were the beginning drip of my channeling faucet. At the time, I thought it was ‘writing.’ Through my twenties and into my thirties, ‘writing’ continued to be a moving, ever developing force in my life — so much so that I graduated with a Journalism BA from Indiana University in 1993, wrote freelance off and on, diligently wrote in my journals and created poetry. Fifteen years went by. In the summer of 2001, a woman at my workplace identified my writing as ‘channeling.’ I remember the record needle scratching across my psyche (huh?!) and I asked her, “What’s channeling?” She said, “Oh, honey, you go look that up on the internet.” So, I did, and it was the beginning deluge of my metaphysical education and awakening. At the time, I’d already read “Life After Life” by Raymond Moody, “Practical Intuition” by Laura Day and Betty Eadie’s near death experience books. I'd already grasped the concept of the after-life, Spirit Guides and Angels. I was tired of living in my small box and the turntable of my life. I knew there was more to this thing called life. I was ripe! So, with Neale Donald Walsch’s book “Conversations With God” sitting on my shelf at home waiting, I began. Walsch’s writing confirmed to me I was, in fact, ‘channeling’ and it was ALRIGHT. Between my book readings, conscious practice of channeling, and my ever fortunate situation of ‘the woman at work — Linda’ mentoring me, I gradually laid the consciousness, intuitive and energy groundwork and tools I work with today. Then, like so many of us, upheaval began transforming my life. The summer of 2004 I left my now ex-husband and filed for divorce. Psychic accidents began occurring not long after I left my marriage and continued through into Spring 2005. During this time I maintained my job at a local independent insurance agency and watched as the manager there destroyed the work place environment and one after another employees left. Two of my grandparents died that spring and my brother and his wife announced they were pregnant with twins. My mother and I faced some of our first confrontations about my spiritual works. I left my job in early Summer 2005. The arduous divorce settled through a court trial Summer 2005. And finally, I removed myself from my entire life and long time home on the Colorado Front Range by moving to the remote San Luis Valley in South Central Colorado in August 2005. (Phew!) These were the months I began learning to trust my internal voice and stand for the values that took care of my well being and what I felt to be true for myself. The nine months I spent in the San Luis Valley became my ‘time of solace’ and my first layers of healing. I lived in an apartment over a barn thirteen miles south of Alamosa, Colorado with the Sangre De Cristo Mountains and Mount Blanca viewable out my kitchen window. I had little contact with the outside world save for the local radio broadcast of NPR in the morning and evening. I had no phone, no cell phone, no television and no internet connections. When I wanted to make a phone call, I traveled to town. I lived mostly in silence, learning how to listen to the quiet interludes within my soul and my surrounding environment. I wrote, channeled and delved into researching the ever-rich and delicious layers of the metaphysical world. By the Spring of 2006 I became restless and I knew it was time to find my permanent home. Southern Oregon and Northern California were strong on my radar screen, but those options energetically closed and my next point of reference was Flagstaff, AZ. After a trip there and three days banging my head against the wall, I realized it wasn’t for me. I left, driving north east across Arizona and the Hopi and Navajo Indian Reservations towards the Four Corners and unknowing fortuitousness. Yet, if I was a cartoon on that day, I would have been seen with a cartoon cloud hanging over my cartoon head muttering cartoon exclamations of “racka shmacka racka shmacka.” I was certain Flagstaff was my new home and everything felt uncertain after that. I drove through the Four Corners, Cortez, Colorado and arrived in Durango, Colorado that evening exhausted with my compass spinning. Truth be told, Durango was not a complete blind pass for me. My psychic friend Robert, in Fort Collins, kept saying to me, 'I don't know girlfriend, I keep seeing you on the Western Slope' as I continued to insist on everything west of Colorado. And prior to leaving Flagstaff I looked Durango up on the internet and phoned the first major metaphysical site that came up: The Whole Expo. Nick was the one who answered the phone and graciously granted me twenty minutes filling me in on Durango. So, after arriving and having a good night’s sleep, I walked down old Main Street along old time saloons, modern day boutiques and coffee shops. I passed through several blocks when the oddest sensation occurred inside me. I felt my energy field run down out of me and meld into the city energy grid. A few moments later, someone walked up to me and said, “You live here, don’t you? Could you tell me how to get to...” So, I spent the day touring the city. The first person I officially met was Carla at what once was Jungle Chic. She eventually gave me my first introductions into the metaphysical community. Durango, Colorado was my new home. I moved within 45 days. That summer, as I settled in, I spent ample time during the evenings on my deck meditating in candle light. On one particular evening, I was energetically, spiritually shown a slide show of what I had done in my life. I was then shown possibilities of what I could do. As each possibility appeared, I knew in my heart, they were not right and I said 'no' to each one. Finally, I was shown professionally working as a psychic, as well as writing, teaching and communicating metaphysics. It was the only option that felt right with me, right with my heart. I had already taken so many large leaps leaving behind the structured matrix of my old life. There was no turning back now. This was it . . . it was time to step into my new unknown life. August 2006 I established The Purple Phoenix, LLC as the next step in a progression of steps, although it felt like a great act of faith going professional and public with my gift. Considering my first conscious psychic reading experiences ever were those readings I gave to others. Considering I didn’t even think of myself as ‘psychic’ until the Spring of 2005 ("Oh, my God. I’m psychic?!") Considering my family most likely viewed psychics in the same category as gypsy’s, frauds and fortune tellers. Considering all this, my professional move made no logical sense whatsoever. Yet, deep down, I knew I could ‘read’ energy and had been doing it for a long time. I knew it was time. Psychic work chose me. Since the inception of The Purple Phoenix, LLC, I've come to know this work as simultaneously the most challenging, dynamic, soul stretching and satisfying experience. It provides growth and learning watersheds one after another for both my clients and myself. I am affected by the people I work with, their lives and the experiences of the sessions: energies that are challenging, beautiful, dark, light, clear, large, enigmatic, fuzzy, direct, soft, blatant, humorous, rude, kind, enlightening, layered, dynamic and so much more. No two experiences are alike. I am humbly transformed through my interactions with people, the energies and this work. I am so grateful for every opportunity granted me to practice my gifts and contribute to the lives and well being of others. Through these experiences I have come to know and believe:
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