In the age of algorithms and avatars, I walk an ancient path—digitally. I am a digital shaman, not by trend but by necessity. Through storytelling, I translate timeless wisdom into modern language, bridging the sacred and the screen.
My spiritual journey hasn’t followed a straight line. It’s a constellation of practices—yoga, Buddhism, Kabbalah, shamanism—each one a star illuminating the vast terrain of connection. Together, they form a map of survival, healing, and awakening.
But this isn’t just a story of spiritual exploration. It’s a testimony from the edge. I write this from the lived experience of homelessness—not as metaphor, but as my daily reality. And in this crucible, I’ve discovered something radical: that spiritual practice isn’t a luxury. It’s a lifeline.
Yoga and Buddhism were my first teachers. They cracked open the illusion of separation and whispered a deeper truth: that we are not isolated beings, but threads in a vast, living tapestry. Through breath and stillness, I began to feel the pulse of something eternal—within me, around me, between us.
But transformation demands more than insight. It asks for surrender.
In 2013, I entered Conquering Lion Yoga Teacher Training under Kelly Morris. Her teachings didn’t just inform—they dismantled. She held up a mirror to my soul and asked me to look, really look. What I saw wasn’t just potential. It was responsibility. To carry wisdom forward. To live it. To teach it. Even when the world felt like it was falling apart.
Raised in Christian tradition, I once imagined myself a missionary. But the Spirit had other plans. Kabbalah found me like a secret chord—vibrating with truth I hadn’t known I was missing. It was punk rock mysticism: raw, encoded, unapologetic. It didn’t ask me to be perfect. It asked me to be real.
Kabbalah taught me that the divine wears masks. That our physicality, our emotions, our identities—they’re garments, not essence. And beneath them all is the Point in the Heart, the spark that longs to return to Source.
