I have been struggling as an artist for 12 long years (since 2004), and as a writer pretty much since birth. I wake up every morning knowing that I was literally born to create things–now if I can just get the Universe (and an audience) to recognize that, too!
In September of 2015, I decided to finally take the plunge and also become an ordained Minister. I’ve been a practicing Pagan for over twenty years, on a path which combines Red Path Shamanism (Native American), Welsh Druidry, Christianity, and lately Norse/Asatru Traditions. I’ve also been a practicing Shamanic Medium since 1994. I am not a trance medium. This throws most people off completely, as that’s the only kind of mediumship which the popular media seems to be willing to show folks. I am a shamanic medium, which means I literally step out of the way, and let someone else take over completely, to the point of voice changes, mannerism changes, handwriting changes, and everything else. The intangible becomes tangible again–through me. This is not a service that I perform on cue for the living–no, I will not bring your dearly departed grandmother ’round for tea. This is something that I do to help “them” (my set group who has been with me over the past twenty years), as much as they do it to help me. I am not the Mishy Psychic Friends Network, nor am I the Psychic On Demand Channel. This is not something I do as some weird sort of “psychic performance art”. This is for me, and for them. It’s perfectly symbiotic; in no way, shape or form as glamorous as it may sound to some people, and not dangerous to any of the parties involved, because I know what I’m doing. (Which is my way of saying, as they do on TV shows like Jackass: “don’t try this at home, kids!”)
So, why tell you this now, if I’ve managed to keep it a well-guarded secret for twenty-two years? Two reasons, and one of them is far more important than the other. The first and most important reason is that continuing to keep this a secret is damaging not only me, but also my charges (the folks I let in), who I have sworn that I will protect and assist. The second reason is that some of them happen to be artists, and they deserve credit for what they’ve done for me over the years: credit which I’m finally ready to unveil. (They’ve been doing this through me for a rather long time; it’s time they finally got credit for what they can do!)
Keeping this a well-guarded secret has locked not only me, but also them, in a cage in which none of us deserve to be locked. And it has begun to take its toll on my health–which also not only affects me, but also them. Keeping this a secret limits when and with whom they can “come out to play”, curtailing their growth in the afterlife, and making it very hard for them to step in and allow me to take much-needed breaks. I often find myself cursing the times when I have to interact with “muggles” (for the Harry Potter-impaired, that means “non-magickally minded people”), and I feel profoundly guilty about the times when I feel that way. That guilt is manifesting on my skin and in my bones. It’s time for it to stop.
The folks I’ve “met” via “helping out the dead” have helped my art and writing flourish into what you see here today. You’ll often hear me talk about the “mice in my pocket”, and you’ll often hear me use plural pronouns, like “we” and “us”. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my mice. You see, I’m also disabled (I have disabling psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis), and if I didn’t have those guys to help me along my way, I’m not so sure I’d still be ON the way!
The art you find here is not your “ordinary digital art”: it’s channeled art, created by and in cooperation with “my mice”. So if you’re looking for something to feed your soul, look here, because I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, this art has certainly fed mine! (…And so have “my mice”!)