Once upon a time ago in a desert far far away in Palm Springs, California, I was hangin’ with my girl, Queen B. She and I were on a raw food quest. We had just completed a course together to become certified raw food chefs, and tah dah, today I am still a certified raw food chef, although I am no longer a raw food vegan. I had been a raw food vegan for maybe a year or so at the time of meeting the Queen. Our meeting was one of the best things that happened to me that year. I had moved back to the desert after being away at the ocean for over 10 years. I didn’t really know anyone back home anymore so I went to a spiritual networking event in Palm Desert. I was just standing there minding my own business when Queenie just walked right up to my left side, introduced herself, and never left. She’s been standing right by my side ever since. Thank you Queen B.
Then I was talking to my friend, Arnoux, who was also a raw food vegan. It was Arnoux and his pursuit of self-mastery that got me from being an overweight vegetarian, to a hot slender, no-fat-on-my-ass raw food vegan. Thank you Arnoux. I was single at the hottest time of my body’s life and decided it was time to find a lover that was also a raw foodist. Arnoux recommended David Wolfe’s website, which wasn’t a dating site, just a forum where people could create profiles and talk to other like-minded raw food enthusiasts.
After we got off of the phone, I hopped onto David’s website and put a profile on there that said something like…
”Mermaid looking for a tropical island to eat mangoes and coconuts all day while lounging around naked in the sun with my lover.”
Well that didn’t just go over well, it went over insanely well. Within one hour, I shit you not, I had over 100 messages from men all over the world. Well holy shit! That opened up the biggest can of worms ever. And I mean EVER.
Then enters M.G.R. on the movie screen: scene one, take one, of my life. He was the Australian whose voice I fell in love with over the phone. He was the Australian that I married just a couple months later, hence the beginning of my story that brought me to Australia in the first place. Without going too much into the details of what I actually and unknowingly brought into my world, I just want you to know right here right now that it was the most frightening relationship OF MY LIFE.
This crazy motherfucker just about did everything he could to burn down my connection with my family, just before leaving America, and I let him. He ruined our wedding, twice, in two locations, within 24 hours of each other. He arrived at the second location totally and completely staggering drunk. But I had already married this motherfucker. This was just the party for the friends and family. And I was like WHAT THE FUCK? Because I was getting on that plane to go to Australia no matter what. Everything inside of me was not just saying YES, it was screaming it. So I had my intuition, my inside world on YES and then this motherfucker was all of the sudden creating a whole lot of NO’s in my outside world. I was like WHAT THE FUCK, SERIOUSLY? I let this crazy mofo light fires all around me…and I just stood there in the center, with everything inside of me still screaming YES…in total and utter shock…and just watched.
He burned the bridge with my mom so bad…and the interesting thing about this time in my life was that it was one of the best times in my life I was having with my mom…and I think she was in this love bubble with me. And let me tell you, it was one of my most favorite times hanging out with my mom as an adult. I remember her and I doing dirty dancing in my bedroom in our PJs. And fucking A man, my mama knows how to dirty dance. She even made ME blush. And if you know me, well, you know what THAT means! Fucking A!
But then enters M.G.R….and man, he lit the bridge between me and my mom on fire with kerosene, gasoline, vodka, Jim Beam, hand grenades and a whole lot of other crazy shit you might understand or might not so I won’t even go there right now. And the way that my mom turned on me like a motherfucking sidewinder, was astonishing. I was so mad at my mother at that time, that her not being in my life anymore was something I was looking forward too.
Sorry Mom, but it was true then. And I’m sure the feeling was mutual.
(Yeah, my Mom reads all of my stuff and she is my greatest cheerleader these days. I shall write about how I healed my mother/daughter relationship later. So stay tuned. Hi Mom! Keep reading…)
So M.G.R. displayed almost every psychopathic and sociopathic characteristic that exists. If you don’t know what those traits are, click on the words so we’re all on the same page here. I had never encountered a psychopath or a sociopath, though I must admit when I started looking into it, I started to see some of the same characteristics in my MOM (sorry Mom) AND I even saw some of those characteristics in ME. Holy shit! That was a real eye opener.
Being on this rollercoaster ride also taught me a lot about me being a hypersensitive, emotional, intuitive, empathic empath and healer. I’ve had a firsthand experience in a predator vs prey relationship and it was fucking scary as shit. It’s probably not so scary when you’re the predator. But when you’re the prey and you don’t even know you’re the prey and then when your brand new husband goes to the Dark Side with his best friend, Jim Beam, and you have no fucking clue what is going on, well, the shock of the entire nightmare that you are witnessing is glaring right in your fucking face and your heart is pounding so hard in its chest that it feels like it slows everything down into sloooow mo - shuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn.
It is part of the survival mechanism of our Central Nervous System that puts us into one of two stages of survival: FIGHT or FLIGHT. And sometimes a third stage called FRIGHT. But before I go any further in my story, I’d like to tell you a little bit about what fright and flight and fright are in simple terms:
So, you’re a caveman in the days of the dinosaurs, this is because the instinctive part of your brain is also called the ancient brain, the reptilian brain, the mammalian brain…and it’s old and instinctual and unpredictable because it’s in charge of aggression, dominance, territoriality and ritual displays. And you’re the caveman, out in the jungle, hunting dinner with your spear…and your instincts are already on HIGH ALERT…and a big ass tiger cat with fangs the size of elephant tusks starts running towards you. Before you even have time to think, this is what happens to your body as soon as your eyeballs SEE the big ass tiger cat…
The instinctual part of your brain sends a message to the Central Nervous System which sounds the alarms and screams FIGHT or FLIGHT in your head faster than the speed of light…and if that’s not true, at least it sounds good. This alarm sends a telegram to your Endocrine System which controls your Hormones. The endocrine system specifically sends a telegram to your Adrenal Glands to secrete juice…a fire…a wrath like no other…straight into your blood stream…and that fiery juice full of wrath is called ADRENALINE.
If your body cannot handle the adrenaline rush, it could go into FRIGHT. Yep, it goes straight into shock and it freezes. This is the worst scenario of the three. Because if you freeze, you are a sitting duck…and you are a dead caveman.
If your body goes into FIGHT, you may feel fearless and take on the big ass tiger cat. And who knows, with that much adrenaline burning through your veins, anything is possible.
And if you go into FLIGHT, you turn and run your ass off. Because it is a matter of life or death. Welcome to your mammalian, reptilian, instinctual brain.
So I could have turned around and run from the motherfucker…and believe me, there were many times when I did, because whenever he would go to the Dark Side, that darkness wanted to kill me…DEAD. And if it wasn’t actually trying to kill me with its hands, it was trying to kill me with its words. The emotional and mental abuse were way more traumatic than anything physical I had encountered.
Luckily for me, I grew up as a tomboy with three younger brothers of which I had plenty of opportunities to learn how to kick ass, but that was just brother sister fighting in which the making up was always done quickly and came from sibling rivalry, not actually wanting to kill each other dead. Plus the fighting rarely ever happened to begin with. So really, not too much practice in that department. I also am not one to like confrontation…any kind of confrontation. So running usually was the best option.
So I would jump in the car and go for a drive. I was living in a small seaside village on the Bellarine Peninsula called Point Lonsdale. I was just learning how to drive on the opposite side of the car on the opposite side of the road. And I was getting pretty good at it. Though I noticed that whenever I had to run from the motherfucker, I could drive the car without even thinking about it. It is amazing what you can do when your Central Nervous System is activated into FLIGHT. That’s what happens in those stories about mothers who pick up a car when their baby is trapped under it. Superhuman powers emerge. That fiery juice is, yet again, our good friend adrenaline, and it is powerful shit…and it is addictive. Which is another blog on self-medication and addiction. Stay tuned for that one…
Then towards the end of my stint with this relationship and marriage, which was nearing the six month mark, I started to FIGHT back. I remember picking up a glass vase full of shiny blue glass beads, and throwing it straight at his face, as hard as I fucking could. I can remember now the power I felt in throwing that vase. It felt so fucking good, it is hard to even describe…
Because I was high on yep…ADRENALINE.
He unfortunately got out of the way, though he stepped on the glass and stained the entire carpet in the entire house because he just let his foot bleed everywhere. He purposefully spread it throughout the house, because those are the kinds of things that happen when you burst a fuse, your light goes out, and you flip into the Dark Side. (I will write more about that later!) Though the Dark Side is a real place…I have seen it…and I have been there. It not pretty!
Here are a few things that happened when M.G.R. went to the Dark Side……
- He wouldn’t let me sleep which left me sleep deprived, worn down, weak and distraught…and easier prey.
- He harassed me and verbally abused me with the most horrendous shit anyone has ever said to me in my entire life.
- He burnt my passport on the stove.
- He ripped my birth certificate up into little pieces.
- He deleted every single email and contact I had on my laptop.
- He threw my brand new $3000 laptop out the window.
- He lost all of his jobs.
- He accused me of cheating with all of his friends, of which he had one.
- He called the police on me, saying I stole the car.
- He broke the car so I couldn’t drive it.
- He put all of my belongings into a pile and was about to set it on fire when the police arrived.
- Instead of the police taking him, they took me away in the back of a divvy van.
- I had to sleep in a caravan park in the middle of Ocean Grove.
- I was scared shitless.
- And I had no money.
- I had a miscarriage and he didn’t even give a flying fuck.
- The emptiness and loneliness I felt inside was excruciating.
- I lost my light.
- I wanted to die.
- My intuition was gone.
- I was totally fucked and alone and empty.
- I had no idea what was happening.
- I was in total shock. (FRIGHT)
- I was ready to kill myself…
- And it wouldn’t have been the first time.
And this is just a small sliver of the pie of traumatic insane events that took place with this man, my husband, right before my very eyes. And the thing about that is that you can never un-see what you see. You can never not see it because the things that haunt you flash in front of your eyes whether or not they are closed. And these things that you see, well, they can haunt you and scar you…until of course, they no longer do. Until you do all of the work. Until you get to the understanding, to the forgiving, to the liberating part of it all and then put the pieces together to start telling the story, to maybe help someone like you.
What I did do though, during these crazy six months with my new husband -Happy Honeymoon to me! Yay! – is I tracked on the calendar when he was having these drinking episodes that made him go to the Dark Side. And it just happened to happen on the EXACT same day every single month for those six months…and that day was the day of the NEW MOON. Now I’m not quite 100% sure what that means just yet, though I am getting closer, I have my theories and I have been tracking my moon cycles: three ways for a few years now: menstrual, emotional and energetic…and what I have discovered is that I have highs and lows too, which are in sync to the NEW MOON, which is MY high time…and which is the time I get insomnia, which I have been calling Moonsomnia for years. It is the time of the month that I am highly creative and highly intuitive. I get a huge rush of energy a few days before the New Moon and that’s when my sleeping pattern gets all fucked.
And really it isn’t fucked at all…because, as I have tracked it and I see the wave of it going up during the NEW MOON and coming down during the FULL MOON, I have learned even more in my own life how to balance these extremes. I have never had a manic or bi-polar episode, though my bi-polar experience has taught me a lot about it and about the bi-polar bear inside of me. Inside of all of us really. I think that a lot of us have these extremes within, bouncing back and forth between the Light Side and the Dark Side…. we all just present differently. But I could be wrong. So don’t quote me…just yet.
The difference between me and M.G.R. was that I don’t blow a fuse during these heightened times, during MY high New Moon time…and he does. I can handle it. I can balance it. Even though I may do too much and burn myself out and get exhausted and shit And then I just unplug, take some time out and rest, and then I do what I can to find balance in the things that make me crash and burn. But when M.G.R. for example, cannot handle it, and the fuse is blown, as I mentioned above, the light goes out…and he flips into the Dark Side from this Light side where the heightened state takes you. Left Brain/Right Brain – Yin/Yang – Light/Dark. I hope you’re following me because this is all just the tip of the iceberg.
So, just because I knew M.G.R ‘s alter-ego, Dark Side or “Mr. Hyde” - the name I would call his Dark Self or “Nega Ninja” Self from Scott Pilgrim vs The World - would be making an appearance on the NEW MOON each month, did not make it any easier for me. Nope. It was even more of a challenge because I KNEW it was coming, but I just didn’t know HOW to stop it. I didn’t even fucking know what it was. I had no idea what I was dealing with. I didn’t even know he had Bi-Polar Disorder. I had never encountered it before. This was all new to me.
Exit stage left M.G.R.
After the vase incident, which had to happen to shatter this illusion and wake me the fuck up out of shock and the hot fiery doses of adrenaline I was becoming addicted to…and with the blood smeared all over the carpet throughout the entire house…I closed my eyes and used my intuition to look for what was wrong with the car. I grabbed my bag and snuck out of the house…I found the cable he had unplugged in the car, the one I saw when I closed my eyes just moments ago…and I started that motherfucker up and drove my way to freedom.
And I felt like I was going to have a fucking heart attack. A mixed Molotov cocktail of emotions and hot steaming tears, with everything from fear to utter fucking relief, washed over me. I felt like I had just saved my own life. And I did.
I had never craved anything from McDonald’s before in my entire life, especially when I had been living the life of a RAW FOOD VEGAN. But I pulled into one near Geelong and ordered a McOz burger, which I think is a quarter pounder with a slice of pickled beet on it. That McOz burger may have very well been the best burger I had eaten in my life. That burger grounded me, and gave me a hell of a stomach ache, but it was exactly what I needed to calm my nerves and pull myself together to be able to drive the rest of the way to Avondale Heights to see his mother.
I pulled into KFC and grabbed a bunch of fried chicken. It was the best fried chicken I had ever eaten. And I’ve had the best fried chicken on the planet at Murph’s Gaslight in Bermuda Dunes, California. Poor M.G.R.’s mum was obese…and now I knew why, having to deal with M.G.R. for all these years. Now I knew why she was so relieved when I arrived on the scene, because she could finally have a break from this monthly dose of bi-polar from her son which had apparently been happening for YEARS. Thanks for telling me Mum. Yay. Great. Thanks. Not. And in M.G.R.’s case it was a case of rapid bi-polar. I didn’t know ANY of this then. So I rock up to her house with a bucket of chicken and a fake ass smile and said hello. She was surprised and happy to see me…and the chicken. So we sat down and ate, watched TV and I just pretended that everything was fine.
The next morning I called my biological father, Bernardo, and asked him if he would buy me a plane ticket home. He was there the day I married M.G.R. and he whispered in my ear that night that if I ever needed ANYTHING to just call him. I guess something in him knew I would need his help one day, and I did, I really really did. And because M.G.R. had burned the bridges with my family, and which were still ablaze, alive and kicking during this time, I couldn’t call home for help. So Bernardo it was. I flew out the next day and Queen B picked my sorry, broken, overweight, lost, confused, shocked, traumatized, definitely-not-intuitive-anymore ass up from LAX.
And I only had $10 to my name.
Queen B didn’t just pick me up from the airport that day, she picked the last teeny tiny little baby spark of my almost blown out light up in her dainty little hands and held it tight to her big burning fiery heart, and she nurtured it, loved it and brought it back to life and light. Queen B, thank you for saving my light. I love you so fucking much. I am actually crying my ass off right now as I write this. Oh fuck! It was the most excruciating, traumatizing experience of my life. I couldn’t have come out the other side without you!
And I thought it was over.
But it wasn’t.
Three months later after getting myself sorta put back together, I had a very strong intuitive feeling that I had to go back to Australia and see this motherfucker…to have closure…or at least I thought that was what it was. My intuition still wasn’t as strong as it was prior to M.G.R entering the scene, so I contacted my friend Pontiac who I trained to be an intuitive and do readings on people. I needed a reading and I told him I felt that I needed to go back but that I wanted to know why and I couldn’t get the reason or reasons why. Plus it would’ve cost me a small fortune, which would be all of the money I had just saved up. It was a big leap, a big plane ride and a big expense to go, so if I could understand why, then that would help…a lot.
Pontiac told me that I wasn’t allowed or supposed to know. That I would only know when I got there. And it would be just 4 days of being there in which I would then know. So I just had to follow my gut, my intuition. I was a bit bummed about that. I wanted and needed answers, but I wasn’t getting them, and neither was Pontiac. And there really was no one else at that time that I could trust for intuitive guidance except for him. Therefore, I had to completely trust myself in the fact that I had to go without knowing why. I just had to…and so I did. And I don’t know if you know all of this Pontiac, but I just want to say thank you my man, for being there for me when I needed you the most. If I can ever fucking ever return the favour, ring a ding a ling me!
Upon being back in Australia, in Avondale Heights, on St. Raphael Street, at M.G.R.’s mum’s house and waking up in the morning, which was Day 1, I rolled over, looked at him, and nothing came to me. The next morning, which was Day 2, I rolled over, looked at him, and nothing came. Day 3, I hopped out of bed, forgetting about Day 1, Day 2 and Day 4, and went about my day. On Day 4, I rolled over, looked at him, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
And then I planned my escape…using the skills of a ninja, a Jedi and motherfucking smiling assassin. I finished all of the paperwork to get my work visa and I got a job working for the World Trade Centre in Melbourne’s CBD. Yeah, I also have my degree in business and management. I got that one for my family. You’re welcome Mom!
The events that took place during my plan of escape, which was actually quite similar to the movie “Sleeping With the Enemy” with Julia Roberts, is a story in itself, and I may tell it one day. Because before, during and after my escape, not one person knew where I had escaped to. I told NO ONE. Fucking smiling assassin motherfucker in ME!
But then the motherfucker FOUND me, saying he used his intuition, and believe me, I BELIEVE HIM, and he found me and did even more crazy things, which are quite fascinating, and include him stealing my car while his mum drove the getaway car right before my very eyes. That one was the best one and the most shocking and humorous of them all.
It just wasn’t at the time.
To say the least.
Then after the failed escape, because he had found me, and that equals FAILURE, I escaped again a week later and NO ONE KNEW WHERE I WAS.
All I can say is that my job at The World Trade Centre was good and my apartment was on Beaconsfield Parade in Middle Park and my only large ass window view was staring straight into the Port Philip Bay. Mermaid Heaven. Things were starting to look good. Really really good. Until I started receiving death threats, about 28 to be exact, via email and at my new job. I called the police and filed an intervention order aka restraining order. The court ordered a divorce and within a month, I was a free woman. If he got anywhere near me, he was going down.
Here enters M.J.G. onto the movie screen of my life.
Husband number two also suffers from bi-polar.
WHAT THE FUCK?
The things I have seen THIS man do are some of the most shocking, most liberating, most horrifying, most painful, most rebellious, most outlandish AND most hilarious shit I have ever fucking seen. With M.J.G. there was no alcohol, nor drugs involved. And his episodes were happening every other year, until they started happening every year. And they actually began in childhood. When he had HIS trauma as a little boy. And this is his story…
My beloved husband’s mother died in a terrible car accident when he was only three and a half years old. He saw her fly out of the window. He crashed with the car. He got out. He got his baby brother out. And he stood by the side of the road with his baby brother in his arms, and his dead mother lying to his side. He does not remember how long he stood there for. He does not remember much. Because this little boy was in SHOCK. His father went into a deep dark depression and has not to this day, fully recovered. On the day of the car accident, my husband didn’t just lose his mother, he lost his father.
He then began having temper tantrums. Terrible horrible out of control temper tantrums. These, I believe, were the beginning of the bi-polar extremes starting to present themselves. He then would have manic flair ups as an adult. I discovered that they usually were happening around Christmas time. At first I thought it was because it was a stressful holiday…the first Christmas and every other Christmas without his mother kind of thoughts. And then I discovered that the car accident happened in the beginning of December. So maybe it wasn’t Christmas. Maybe it was the remembrance or reoccurrence of the traumatic shock to his nervous system in correlation to the time of the year of the accident. I then wondered all kinds of things.
What I began to notice in maybe the third or fourth bi-polar episode with my husband, and believe me, I cannot even remember how many I have been through with him, because his episodes took months for me to recover from. They were quite traumatic and they were also quite similar to what happened to M.G.R. during his episodes. I even found myself calling my husband, my old husband’s name because the darkness in my husband was the same exact darkness in my last, and regardless of who the darkness was coming from, that darkness wanted to kill me dead. That in itself was quite fascinating to witness, and it too also lead me to ask even more questions.
So my husband’s lead up to these bi-polar episodes took a few months…because the first phase for him is the heightened phase. Some people with bi-polar start with a deep dark depression. My husband starts to move into an extremely heightened state…one that feels like magic, and synchronicities, and enlightenment to him. I know that state very well. Because I live there most of the time. Those of you who know what I mean, know what I mean.
The difference between a madman and a genius, is that a madman cannot hold it together, and a genius can. M.J.G. is definitely a genius. Though his inability to sustain this heightened level of awareness and hold it together, makes him flip into the Dark Side and become the madman.
Welcome to the bi-polar brain.
So, it was and is all rather quite fascinating…having husband number two have the same mental illness or imbalance as husband number one. It really made me examine things. It really made me look at it all with three open eyes. It made me ask a lot of interesting questions. And I’ve received a lot of interesting answers. And from it all, I’ve learned a lot. And what I have learned and what I now believe, is that I believe I can help people who have this stuff going on in their lives. And I may be wrong. I might be able to help some of you. I might be able to help many. I don’t know and I don’t even care. I am not afraid to admit that right now. Because the whole reason I am writing about this and sharing it with you right now is because I want to talk to you if you suffer from any of the things I’m talking about or if you love someone who is. I want to look into my theories, learnings and beliefs to see if I am actually right and to see if I can actually help.
And the thing about saying you have a “cure” for something or you think you might have the “cure” is illegal. Did you know that? I think it might actually be illegal for me to say that. So I looked it up and this is what it means…
CURE: to relieve a person of the symptoms of a disease or a condition.
Synonyms: heal, restore to health, make well, make better, restore, rehabilitate, treat successfully, cleanse.
A naturopathic medical intuitive friend of mine wrote this to me today when I mentioned to her that I may have found a “cure” for bi-polar and after I put a post about it on Facebook. I might actually have to go delete that post so that I don’t get into trouble…
FYI, not to bust your bubble...but you cannot make health claims to "cure" anything as it’s illegal. And another good reason is when it doesn’t work for every person, then you are seen as a "quack" ... two major reasons why I practice as I do. I like to keep my license and have a good reputation.
And I totally hear what she’s saying, but I’m not a licensed naturopath. I have a certification as a Holistic Health Practitioner, though I am really just an intuitive healer. I just know shit about what you need to heal yourself. I now know shit on how people can “alleviate” themselves of the things I’ve been talking about. I am not saying I have THE cure, I am saying I might have A cure, but I can’t even say that, so I’m NOT SAYING THAT. Read more about this cure bullshit HERE.
So as of right now, I do not have a “cure”. Because I have not helped one person yet heal themselves of bi-polar. So I guess I can and I am calling my research and my conclusions: THEORIES.
THEORY: a supposition or a system of ideas intended to explain something, especially one based on general principles independent of the thing to be explained.
Synonyms: postulate, proposition, premise, surmise, assumption, presumption, presupposition, notion, guess, hunch, feeling, suspicion.
And the thing about my theories at this moment in time is that I know they are true in regards to my husband especially, and also to some of my clients, and even to the bi-polar bear inside of me. M.J.G. just drove a million miles up from Melbourne to Noosa last week to visit my ass. He is after all, still my husband and I do love him very much. It was just a few days before his arrival that the last few pieces of this bi-polar puzzle fell into place. I was able to then put it all together and present it to him. And he got it. He gets it. He’s actually doing some of my suggestions and recommendations right now.
He, unfortunately, just had a bi-polar episode that landed him in the psychiatric ward. That was just a few weeks ago. Being away from it this time, as I moved up here to Noosa just about a year ago, has given me time, space and distance to gain much needed insight and perspective about bi-polar, my husband(s), my Self, and the events in my life, which have lead me to the cause and the “not cure”, but my theories. And I haven’t even talked about the coming down from the heightened stage and plunging hard and deep into the depressed suicidal stage. Bi-polar is called bi-polar for a reason. What goes up must come down, in this case.
So this is what I believe the cause is: A TRAUMATIC EVENT
And this is what I believe will help: CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM REPAIR
Yes, it sounds so simple doesn’t it? And sometimes it is that simple.
Usually the trauma is a major shock to the Central Nervous System, which happens at a young age when the nervous system is not fully grown. This “weakness” in the system starts a chain reaction. Mental illness is a symptom of this weakness. Because it doesn’t just present in bi-polar, it presents in other mental imbalances such as schizophrenia, split personality disorder, multiple personality disorder…and in nervous system imbalances such as anxiety, panic attacks, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), depression, mania, and on and on…as well as physical imbalances such as mineral imbalance, gut imbalance, hormonal imbalance and a whole lot more.
As of right now, this is all I have to say about it, in its most simplistic terms.
Along with the fact that I know a lot about repairing the body and the Central Nervous System. Maybe even yours.
So, if you are experiencing any of the things I’ve been talking about, or if you love someone who is, contact me and let’s have a conversation about it. Let me hear YOUR story and let me see if I can help you and then you can see if you want me to. Because I believe I can. And if you’ve tried everything out there and it’s not working, and if you’re on drugs, are dealing with addictions or any form of self-medicating, and if your life is outta control and if you keep landing in the hospital, and on and on and on, what do you have to lose? Besides more jobs, more friends, and more pieces of your brilliant mind?
Alchemy, Magic & Intuition,
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