
There are no magic beans
Transactionally disappointed, I gave up on God.

Maybe you’ve lost your faith a little
There’s more to life than stacking the dishwasher, and you could care less about the Kardashians.
You’re super comfy in your skin – the hard personal work is paying off and you’re feeling good about yourself most of the time.
The nearest and dearest already know you’re psychic – they aren’t surprised if you come out of the broom closet. (Or not -maybe you like it in there just fine.)
There’s a curiosity about the unseen world
Drop me a message and book a chat.
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Hey!
Semi fictional story about me
In 1994, I had a midlife crisis, got a boob job and moved to Byron Bay.
Quickly realized there was nothing there but more boob jobs and white furniture, so I escaped faux-spiritual beach culture, went to Peru, and experimented with DMT.
While in Peru, fell in love with a Shaman who was really a plumber from Padstow, but stayed because of attachment issues.
After following a puma from the jungle, I holed up in a Scandi-style Air B’n’B and finally got enlightened.
Parts of this story are true.

