Channeling with Strangers

Spoke with a psychic


She reached out to me

Told me spirit wouldn’t

Let her be

Told me you

Are all around me

If I could see this energy

What would the colours be?




Spoke with a psychic


She told me everything

Wasn’t alright

Hot and cold

This game gets old

Part of the story

I continue to be told







Comes from

Her lips

Low vibes

No light

Tell me who

It is you miss?



I understand

Life is busy

Can’t find a level stance



Need solitude

Need your rest




I spoke to a psychic


She promised

Everything would be


Asked if I knew

My crown was tilted

Not firing right

I told her I can’t

Feel my heartbeat

I miss it

I can’t feel

My guard is up

I’m inside myself again

Can’t comprehend

What my world is doing

I want to feel my heart beat

Against my chest again

I never want that feeling

To go away

I need to feel myself again

I’m so far away from her

I’m trying to come back

I’m trying to connect

Keep getting lost

With people who

Are just foes

I see right through this

Karmic mess

Here I am


What I won’t confess

Here I go

Back to the wrong show

There are no musicians here

No art to compare



Here I am

Stardust in a suit

Staring at my hands

She said I have a

Long life to live



All I can do is exhale

All I can do is call out

Life guide

Life line

Help me purify

This divide

Help me find balance

Inside of me

Head in the clouds

Hands searching for

The right mudra

Heart space come back to me

Heart beat come face me




11:35 AM


Wish Me Well


Wish me well is the phrase I beg to hear from the right soul. I want all in my life to see and understand we are all not the same. Individuals as we are seem to mimic ourselves to one another. Since it worked for you doesn’t mean it will work for me. Or it is not what I want for my life at all. This is what plays through my head as I listen to the advice from the man who tells me to keep my head down and work hard. Then I can save up for all the material things in the world I want. I can live the “American Dream” he so Bodley states in my direction. I need him to see that my soul does not crave what his does. She needs nothing more than to connect to the world through learning and helping. No university can teach her what she needs to know. I put no one else’s choices or paths down. I just know that mine is different then the “preacher” in front of my face.

Telling my friends and my family I will not be attending certain things in their life is a rough concept for both of us. Writing about it I can hold in the reality of it and imagine just what it will be like when my first far away Christmas is. What emotions will rush over me and what will I turn to keep my spirit alive. The freedom from daily life,I thought,would be enough for awhile to satisfy my free spirit. Work away and get experience…cultural experience.
-learn a new language
-meet new people
-explore the most beautiful country
-meet people like me
Not offending where I am in the world but it is very challenging to talk about my plans to individuals here.

Mixed reviews in my opinion.

Some look at me like I am crazy to leave the normal stable “productive worker” :
( I see it as “working dead” )

What I love the most is meeting a grown traveler,so to speak. I run into them like divine intervention. The way they talk is so cultured. They are open minded souls who see me as they were and they push me to go for it. I could ramble words of encouragement from more strangers then I have from my family. What matters most to me is how I feel about all of this. How my spirit has been lifted into something I cannot explain yet I see perfectly. I know I am lost in the right direction. I can see it in the fellow travelers….

They have a look in their eye.

I want that look
In my eyes.


I told myself to write my findings through this process of what might be the biggest epiphany of my life. I told myself not to let the negatives and rainy days with no sunshine set me back from where I want to be. You only have this life so why sit and day dream at the same normal repetitious job? one thing comes to mind.Fear. I can’t let it be me. I don’t believe I was put on this earth to help someone pay off their dream 5 days a week while I put most of mine on the sidelines and fit them in when I can. I just don’t believe that. I do believe that I am tested daily and everything I have done, am doing or will do are stepping stones. I’m looking for more convenient ways to make money on my off days. Etsy and Ebay have been a big help in my travel fund so far. I had a panic attack the other day making my checklist to pack up and leave the country in basically 9 months. Selling everything and saving for visa’s, passport, plane tickets and goodness knows what else. I read travelers blogs and advice columns about working holidays and backpackers, while my mind runs wild with ideas of New Zealand, Costa Rica, & Australia.

As I get ready in my bathroom I wonder what ill have to resort to calling home for minimum of two weeks maximum of who knows. What comforts of my home will I be leaving and never coming back to. This house and life I have now is beautiful. I have two roommates I adore and couldn’t imagine my life without. We share a dog named Nullah who is just the joy in our hearts. I have a work life where I forget to clock in. I walk in the door and instantly start hugging everyone like I havn’t seen them in months. It’s easy to get through the day when I am surrounded by such love. Lately a voice in the back of my head has been telling me to distance myself from everyone I love and even the ones I live with. Prepare myself for what is to come is how I feel. Don’t get used to me being around. Skype me, facebook me, maybe even call me but I will be the empty seat at holidays for awhile. While life goes on for my loved ones my life is being explored and turned upside down to shake around that inspiration and imagination. My writing is influenced by what I see, what I feel and how I pull everything apart to connect things in the end.

It has become stagnant in my opinion. I cannot stay in a place where I live in an import town by the Mississippi River with the usual fast food chains, bars , corporate store. Even worse I want to decide what I want to do with my life and who I want to be not have a bubbled society and factory made towns cloud my dreams and curiosity with going to college at a certain age. Kids at a certain age,Marriage,Mortgage…blah blah blah! I am 23 years old and I have lived a very blessed life. ” Everyone has a story” ,THEY say. I have made mistakes , lived with regrets and learned some lessons along the way. I realize the more I know , the more I don’t know anything , and I want to know more. Everyone longs to hear 3 words and let them fuel them through wherever their path may take them. “I Love You.” I’ve been in love with the three words that were spoken to me years ago.


“I Want More.”

     I have gypsy blood a psychic told me and I couldn’t agree more. I’m a bird who wants to take flight!! I have a couple hoops to jump through before I am standing at my first airport but it is all worth it. I posted the selling of my personal belongings on my facebook. Everything seems more real each day I wake up a another day away from saying goodbye to my old life and hello to my epiphany. My world, My truth, My Life. A dear friend once wrote to me… ” I’m lost in the curiousness you live and breath…My dear I am lost in the curiousness I live and breath.


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