Idiot Mystic
I don't even know how to write this without making it sound more dramatic than it needs to be, but after three years, deleting around 200 hours of episodes, completely ditching the interview format, getting tuberculosis,...
I started using AI for the Idiot Mystic blog with a pretty specific intention, maybe not stating it clearly, but it existed.
There's a certain kind of reader who doesn't stumble into books like The Secret Teachings of All Ages by accident.
Appalachia, John Keel, and the Night Rationality Failed in Public
Modern culture likes to think it outgrew fairies.
On Men Who Protect Life — and Men Who Wound It
Creature, Archetype, and the Place Where the World Stops Behaving Normally
John Keel, Indrid Cold, and the Experience That Would Not Behave
Let me ask you something ( I sound like an idiot sometimes ), and you don’t need to answer it out loud.
On Depth, Presence, and What We Don’t Say Anymore
There’s a moment that doesn’t get talked about much, because it doesn’t come with a clear event attached to it.
When Reading Stops Being About Information
There are places in the world where the boundary between inner and outer life feels strangely permeable.
How Certain Books Appear Without Being Sought
There’s a kind of ending that doesn’t look like an ending at all.
A Note on Framing
A Small Clarification Before We Begin
The Strange Intimacy of Being Seen by People Who Don’t Know You
The Exhaustion Hidden Inside Enlightenment
When Work Becomes a Spirit That Lives in You
The Age of Self-Mythology
The New Oracle in the Glow of a Screen
The Assistant That Doesn’t Sleep
The Stories We Write Before They Happen
The Moment That Never Ends
The Sacred Art of Being Afraid
The Hauntings We Carry
The Strange Parallels Between Psychology and Magic
The Mind That Wanders Between Worlds
There’s a certain kind of attention that feels like sunlight — warm, affirming, addictive.
The Cinema of the Mind
This piece is inspired by conversations with hundreds of women I’ve worked with — clients, seekers, and friends — who’ve all shared a similar ache: the feeling of being seen, but not known.
How the Internet Turned Magic into Marketing (and Back Again)
Somewhere along the way, the em dash became a suspect.
Why the “Fringe” Isn’t Fringe at the Top
When the Gym Becomes a Temple
It’s easy to love when love is light.
Before you start reading, there's as video/audio version of this available on YouTube and all places you probably listen to podcasts like Spotify and Apple Podcasts ( as well as the others). I know sometimes words on a s...
There’s a moment...and you probably know it well, when the words “love yourself” stop sounding like wisdom and start sounding like mockery.
What is this blog? If I told you I knew, or gave you a cryptic answer, it would be dishonest.
The Masks We Wear to Remember Ourselves
I work with people who say things like,
There’s a kind of pain that never announces itself.
A relative stranger on the internet recently called my work “AI slop.”
There’s a quiet and visible exhaustion rippling through the world of healers...the therapists, counselors, energy workers, and meditation teachers who hold space for everyone else’s storms. On the outside, they radiate s...
People are usually pretty surprised when I tell them that many of my clients are witches. The confession always hangs in the air for a moment, as if they expect me to follow it with a joke or a warning. But it’s the trut...
Okay, so let's start with some awkwardness. I spend a lot of time writing about UFO counseling, mango metaphysics, and the doppelgängers lurking in your peripheral vision. And now I’m going to sit here and try to convinc...
Of all the strange things people have whispered into my counseling space...which is a lot of things...the UFO encounters, the shadow-beings pacing doorframes, the mantis-eyed watchers who seem allergic to our reality, th...
When Reality Starts to Fray
One day, in a parallel universe ( I started out dorky with this one ) you’re trying to convince your five-year-old to eat something green, and the next thing you know, you’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with them, ...