I'm a queer, Diné, non-binary, fat, femme, nth generational community healer. in 2012,a string of said Pluto transits broke me and crushed me open, and years of different intuitives telling me that my Ancestors are telling me to use my gifts, I decided to start reading tarot for people other than my sisters and close friends. I was afraid of being wrong and guiding others to their doom, but that's not what happened. Instead, I was shown how to begin connecting ancestors, my own and others, to channel messages from the realm of knowing. My intuition grew stronger, and I was humbled as people related and offered feedback that affirmed the readings I was channeling for others.
During a healing session of any sort, I receive largely information through images that pop up in my mind and things I feel like I need to say, and I share them with you. And stories are an easy way to connect with you, to let you know you are not alone, and to help you understand the point I'm trying to make clear.
Before your healing session even begins, when I'm alone and prepping for you, I call in my grandmothers, Lettie and Lucy. We have a special relationship that spans over a decade. I helped them both die, at different points in time, realizing how remarkably similar we are.
Lettie was a community healer. When she was a young mother, she was ostracized as a witch, but according to my ex-mom, people still came to guidance at night. When she was older, the stigma of being called a witch was overshadowed by her christian conversion, and once again, she was sought out for her wisdom by community members. And before all of this, she was chosen by the Spirits to be a healer. She was an apprentice for some time, but chose a different path at some point. I believe she left her traditional training due to her queerness, but I have no tangible proof. It's a feeling I have. A knowing that revealed itself over a few years.
Lucy was a birth worker and death doula, though I don't think she would use those words. She worked in the small clinic on the reservation, and due to limited resources and staff, as a CNA, she helped bring babies into the world. When it was her time to die, I trusted myself on a whole new level. I unintentionally predicted how she would be rerouted to a hospital close to the city I lived in, rather than one much closer to her residence. I showed up at her hospital bedside with the last rug she wove and a picture of her and my grandpa, and I set up a small altar to honor who she was. She passed peacefully several hours, right before the sun came up. Right before she died, I realized She never regained consciousness, but we commnicated with ease. At the time, I was begining my foray into birthwork, and I felt affirmed in my choice to pursue it because she had also been a birth worker. Turns out I am a spiritual birth worker, helping birth people into their authentic selves, and helping die what needs to die.
I am proud to come from an extensive healing lineage that goes back generations, and I feel my ancestors' support as I find my own way.
During a healing session of any sort, I receive largely information through images that pop up in my mind and things I feel like I need to say, and I share them with you. And stories are an easy way to connect with you, to let you know you are not alone, and to help you understand the point I'm trying to make clear.
Before your healing session even begins, when I'm alone and prepping for you, I call in my grandmothers, Lettie and Lucy. We have a special relationship that spans over a decade. I helped them both die, at different points in time, realizing how remarkably similar we are.
Lettie was a community healer. When she was a young mother, she was ostracized as a witch, but according to my ex-mom, people still came to guidance at night. When she was older, the stigma of being called a witch was overshadowed by her christian conversion, and once again, she was sought out for her wisdom by community members. And before all of this, she was chosen by the Spirits to be a healer. She was an apprentice for some time, but chose a different path at some point. I believe she left her traditional training due to her queerness, but I have no tangible proof. It's a feeling I have. A knowing that revealed itself over a few years.
Lucy was a birth worker and death doula, though I don't think she would use those words. She worked in the small clinic on the reservation, and due to limited resources and staff, as a CNA, she helped bring babies into the world. When it was her time to die, I trusted myself on a whole new level. I unintentionally predicted how she would be rerouted to a hospital close to the city I lived in, rather than one much closer to her residence. I showed up at her hospital bedside with the last rug she wove and a picture of her and my grandpa, and I set up a small altar to honor who she was. She passed peacefully several hours, right before the sun came up. Right before she died, I realized She never regained consciousness, but we commnicated with ease. At the time, I was begining my foray into birthwork, and I felt affirmed in my choice to pursue it because she had also been a birth worker. Turns out I am a spiritual birth worker, helping birth people into their authentic selves, and helping die what needs to die.
I am proud to come from an extensive healing lineage that goes back generations, and I feel my ancestors' support as I find my own way.
"[Violet] has changed my life...
Their tarot readings have helped me to believe in my own magic. They have helped me unpack lifelong ancestral trauma while illuminating the path towards self-love. [Violet] is intuitive while also maintaining spiritual boundaries. They ask for your consent to communicate with your spirit guides/ancestors before they start each reading. It's as if they are moving through [Violet] to communicate what they want for you."
-- I.C.H, Prescott, Arizona
-- I.C.H, Prescott, Arizona
THE PLEASURE OF THE FEMMEiVERSE
I am here to serve the two-spirit, queer, femme, butch, trans, non-binary, gender non-conforming, gender variant, chronically ill, sick and disabled, mad, working class, broke as in cash-poor but rich with magic and ingenuity, Black indigenous, native, people of the global majority dreamers, survivors, community healers and organizers, sex workers, birth / death workers, single / solo parents, caretakers, childre, elders, artists, and writers, who are healing themselves, their lineages, and their communities, all in the name of being ready to receive love.
I hope to offer something that deeply affirms that you belong here, in this life, in this world, because you are no fluke. And neither is your healing. ♡
I hope to offer something that deeply affirms that you belong here, in this life, in this world, because you are no fluke. And neither is your healing. ♡
SLiDING SCALE
I choose to offer varied rates because I want to be part of the shift that makes healing accessible for anyone who wants or needs it, & also to address the violent & exploitative impacts of white supremacy, heteropatriarchy, whorephobia, cissexism, femmephobia, transmisogyny, transphobia, misogyny, ableism, homophobia, & capitalism.
You deserve the healing you are seeking, no matter your financial situation. I am happy to collaborate with you to meet both of our needs & desires. All you gotta do is ask!
You deserve the healing you are seeking, no matter your financial situation. I am happy to collaborate with you to meet both of our needs & desires. All you gotta do is ask!
