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The Teis is a mystical, cozy allegory about how, despite society's loud trumpeting, the inner call of the heart can still be heard.
Get to Know Who You Really Are
Part 1: Becoming Receptive
A Mystical & Practical Course and Workbook for Seekers of All Ages
I write about reality beyond the material, from which the material arises.
Get to Know Who You Really Are is a multi-part practical course for the mystical seeker who is looking for something that includes and goes beyond the psychological dimension, identifies the enslaved state of humanity by society, and explores a path to freedom through the innate gifts within every human being.
My fiction plays inside the liminal space where characters meet a world beyond the veil. I write in the genres of psychological allegory and mystical fantasy, in what might be considered speculative or visionary fiction. I hope my writing makes you feel good and cozy, too, while being thought-provoking. Here, I honour imagination and the weaving of Light-threads into the concrete letters of words that make stories.
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About Me
You might be wondering about me—why our paths are meeting, why I am bringing my writing to you, and why you might resonate with it. I am not anyone particularly accomplished by society’s standards. In fact, if we’re looking at “ability to navigate society,” I’ve spent most of my life in the category called, “not very good at it, to put it politely.”
I did, by my late 20s, gather a professional degree in teaching and masters degrees in counseling psychology. Over the following years, I tried to find ways to apply my education and create a career: I taught in classrooms, wrote curricular materials, worked with children and families in various settings, as a psychological counselor and coach, developed my own methods and wrote about them. But everything I embarked on always seemed to end before quite getting started, and usually in abrupt and strange ways, as if doors were closing.
I had an Ivy League education behind me, but also a looming, ever-present sense that I’d missed a major memo that others seemed to have gotten. I had a family full of love and support for me, but a confusing and often painful sense of not belonging in the world outside of that comfort and safety. I was earnest in my desire to serve the loving, guiding force that I experienced as being near to me, a force that filled my heart with love for my fellow humans, and for trees and rocks and the cosmos, but I felt held back by that same force, because I knew that it was all-powerful and all-knowing, and yet it wasn’t helping me out in the world.
The long, sometimes frighteningly quiet, always-narrowing corridor that I walked had closed doors on either side of me. I didn’t understand and couldn’t yet see that it was leading me away from everything that would imprison me and toward the one thing that would set me free. I didn’t know that my soul had asked to be enrolled in a school completely unrecognized by society: the School of Imagination Arts and Sciences, the door to which stood wide open, there at the tiny pinpoint end of the corridor, unveiling infinity.
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