LIBRARY
Decades of questions. A lifetime of listening. The books that came from both.
You’ve manifested so hard your third eye developed a squint. Bought the crystals. Asked for signs. Got a parking ticket and a confusing dream about your ex.
Your body’s been filing complaints for years. These books finally explain what your nervous system has been trying to tell you... in words your flesh actually recognizes.
MECHANICS OF MYSTIC: A Nervous System’s Guide to Being God
Your nervous system has been running spirituality like a subscription service nobody remembers signing up for. Auto-renewal every full moon. No cancellation button. And the customer service? Automated loop of “just raise your vibration” while your body stores unprocessed everything in your left hip like it’s a storage unit with late fees.
This book is the refund your body’s been requesting for three decades. The mythology was the prison. The mechanics are the escape.
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How I Dismantled My Own Altar (And Why It Was the Best Thing I Ever Did)
I was five years old when I first held tarot in my hands. In a house where the neighbors called our apartment “the witches’ den” and an occult library in the living room was less weird than NOT having one.
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REGULATION: A Nervous System’s Field Manual
You’ve been told to “just calm down” while your nervous system was running a full-scale emergency broadcast that nobody acknowledged. You’ve Googled “how to relax” at 2am with your jaw clenched tight enough to crack a walnut and your cortisol doing the macarena.
This book is a toolbox, not a novel. Your body doesn’t care about your reading comprehension. It cares about your capacity to stay present while life happens.
Actual protocols for actual situations. Kids melting down. Partners triggering you. Money terror. Grief that showed up uninvited like your mother-in-law on a Sunday. Every chapter designed to be used WHILE it’s happening... not theorized about later.
Your nervous system has been running on emergency power for years. This is the manual it’s been waiting for.
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For Everyone Who’s Been Told to ‘Just Calm Down’ While on Fire
I’ve spent my entire life hunting for the quick fix. Not because I’m lazy (okay, partly because I’m lazy), but because I genuinely believe that if something works, it shouldn’t require a PhD, a meditation retreat, and three years of unpacking your relationship with your mother. It should work NOW. While the thing is happening. While your kid is melting down in the grocery store, while your partner just said THAT thing, while your bank account is giving you chest pain at 3am.
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LOVE FREQUENCY REVOLUTION: You in Love and You AS Love: The Quantum Truth That Shatters Soulmates, Heals Wounds, and Reveals the Wave
You’ve been collapsing your entire electromagnetic field into relationship-shaped boxes, hoping the right person will finally complete a circuit that was never broken. Swiping through humans like Netflix thumbnails, waiting for one to feel like home while your nervous system keeps selecting “familiar trauma” from the algorithm.
Your frequency doesn’t need a twin. It needs you to stop dimming. The love you’re hunting has been living in your own chest, waiting for you to stop asking everyone else for permission to feel it.
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The Death That Finally Introduced Me to Myself
I wrote this book because I died. Not the kind of dying where you post about it later with a butterfly emoji and call it “transformation.” The kind where your cells forget their job description. Where your lungs need a performance review just to keep showing up. Where you lie on the floor and your body genuinely doesn’t know if it’s an ending or a beginning. Turns out, it was both.
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BODY OF WANTING: A Somatic Guide to Desire, Intention & Manifestation
Your manifestation practice has its own manifestation practice at this point. You’ve gratitude journaled until you ran out of gratitude and started listing “this pen works” and “at least Mercury is direct.” You’ve visualized, scripted, surrendered, and let go so many times your desires have commitment issues.
Desire isn’t a wish list you submit to the universe’s customer service department. It’s a frequency your body broadcasts before your mind even forms the words. Your cells have been wanting since before you had language. Time to let them lead.
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Why Some Dreams Feel Like Groceries and Others Like Distant Clouds
I wrote this book because I’ve been obsessed with one question my entire life: why do some things manifest like breathing and others like trying to catch fog with your hands? You know what I mean. Some desires feel like vegetables you need to prepare for lunch. Obvious. Here. Reachable. You don’t doubt them, you just do them. And others? They sit on a distant cloud, waving at you through cosmic glass, untouchable no matter how many vision boards you build or affirmations you repeat.
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BODY AS ORACLE: Somatic Wisdom, Inner Perception, and the Language of Sensation
You’ve been consulting cards, charts, and crystals while your body has been screaming answers into your left hip for decades. Your skin reads rooms faster than your mind forms opinions. Your gut knew three weeks ago. Your teeth have been grinding ancestral code into enamel dust every night.
Your flesh holds data your mind will never decode through thinking. You came here looking for a method. You’ll leave remembering a frequency.
A note on tone: This book is written differently than my usual posts. Less comedy. More poetry. The body speaks in whispers, not punchlines. If you came for the jokes, they’re in my other books. If you came for the raw signal underneath, welcome home.
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Your Left Hip Has Been Trying to Tell You Something for Years
I was twenty-five when I met a man who made me nauseous on sight. Not butterflies. Not excitement. Full-body revolt. Dizziness. The kind of internal alarm system that, in a sane world, would make a person say “ah yes, my flesh is screaming, perhaps I should leave.” But I was twenty-five. I was horny. He was hot. And I had a film playing in my head about passionate love that required intensity as proof of realness.
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