About Alex
Who am I?
Great fucking question. I ask myself that, like, every single day. Who am I TODAY? The answer changes often; it’s not easy being a human on this planet, let alone describing it in the English language. However, I will do my best.
Well, today, as of writing this, I am a sarcastic, philosophical weirdo looking to make the world a better place. I think that part of me is pretty consistent, so we are going to go with that.
Hopefully by now, you realized that I am going to ditch any sense of professionalism that I have presented on my website so far. You are about to get to know the real me.
Hi! I am Alex. I am a bar hopping hippie that doesn't drink, I am a hip-hop head who hikes (notice the alliteration :), I am a rock climber who has vertigo, and I am a bisexual, queer, polyamorous weirdo.
Oh, and, I am a psychic. Did I mention that already?
If you’re still with me so far, congratulations. I am happy that you made it here.
How did you find out you were a psychic?
To put a very, very long and somewhat traumatic story short … I had a really bad acid trip when I was 16 that really turned my life around. Everything got much worse before it got better. But, eventually, it did.
With that being said, I think the story of my spiritual awakening goes way deeper than one bad acid trip…
I heard voices for years. I thought I was schizophrenic for a long time. It was a pretty reasonable assumption when you are hearing voices in your head telling you to kill yourself starting as a pre-pubescent teenager.
So, I tried to escape. That’s what happens when you’re psychic and you don’t know how to deal with it. A lot of highly intuitive people turn to alcohol, drugs, or medications. And my drug of choice was psychedelics.
It didn’t take long for me to quit. Ask me the full story in a session sometime, I am happy to share it; shit gets weird. But to keep this short … I found people to help. I had been on and off medications for years at this point, mostly antidepressants and Xanax equivalents. None of them really worked, at least not permanently.
And then I met my shamans.
I had no idea how powerful the world of metaphysics was. To this day, I probably still don’t know the full extent of it. I grew up Catholic; I didn’t believe in psychics. Frankly, I thought that they were a scam. And look at me now! I am the best scam artist in the world.
I’m just joking. Or am I? It’s hard to tell with me sometimes. Trust your intuition! That’s what this is all about, anyways.
In all seriousness, the shamans helped. A lot. I slowly but surely stopped hearing voices … and a few exorcisms later, they were essentially all gone. It was an incredible experience. I was completely sober, I was not taking any medication, and (quite literally) magically, the voices had all gone away.
A few months later, I started to get really dizzy . This was a really hard part of my life, because one part of me was much better, but other parts of me started to collapse, seemingly out of nowhere.
If this is getting uncomfortable to read, trust me I get it; it's getting uncomfortable for me to write. This is all deeply personal and sensitive information. And it's about to get even more personal and sensitive. But stay with me. It goes somewhere.
Also, how are you supposed to trust me with your story if I don’t trust you with mine?
I say all of this to say … I really, firmly believe that all of this shit is interconnected. And I say this shit because … let’s face it. This was bullshit. I was molested at the age of 4. At the age of 14, I started to hear voices, and at 18, the vertigo began. I firmly believe that one thing domino’d into the other, and here I am now.
Come back later and I’ll have more written, I don’t know how to wrap this shit up honestly.