The Chronicles of a Sovereign 

I. THE LEGEND'S ORIGIN

Born in the wild silence of Tracy City, Tennessee, I was a vessel for visions and a restless creative force long before I ever became known for my work. By age eight, my mother recognized the depth of my abilities when I experienced a harrowing prophetic dream of a family friend's severe accident an event that later manifested exactly as I had seen it. 

While my mother supported my frequency, taking me to local healers and medicine women to understand my nature, the rest of my world was a battlefield. I was relentlessly bullied and verbally abused by my grandmother, relatives, pupils in school, and even strangers at every given chance, and it never stopped. 

Those who sought to exorcise the "queer" from my spirit and destroy my talent pushed me further inward, creating my own world. I became an adept self-taught artist and expert of the esoteric, devouring hundreds of library books and mastering spiritual wisdom through my solitary studies and practice. 

As a non-binary being (They/Them/He), I stood my ground as a "gothy," "witchy" youth, reading Tarot in classrooms at age twelve while becoming vegan, losing 140 pounds, and starting my practice-all while enduring the verbal assaults of jocks and family. These gifts-precognition, dream walking, clairvoyance, and evolving artistic abilities-were my only salvation.

II. AN EMPIRE, FORGED IN FIRE

At eighteen, after my artwork was featured in an underground Memphis, Tennessee fashion show, Tokyo Pop, my life began to shift. Seeking a life of better, I fled to Oklahoma City with my mother. However, the environment remained a conflict zone. For eleven years, I navigated the daily verbal abuse and psychological warfare of my mother's ex-boyfriend. In the South Side of Del City, Oklahoma, in a rough "black only" themed neighborhood, local teenagers threw bricks through our windows, attacking me for my queer identity, setting our vehicles on fire, and stealing one of our cars just after a local group of teenagers met me one day while I was moving in. 

They immediately met me with the question, "Are you wearing a dress?", referencing a tunic I was wearing at the time. Not long after, I was verbally attacked by a woman who broke into the house one night to call me a homophobic slur while intoxicated and had to be removed from the property. 

To survive the ongoing homophobic, xenophobic threats from my mothers ex, I built an empire within the walls of my bedroom. While encountering such horror, I pioneered the global platform Oranum in 2010, rising to international fame as a virtual psychic while my physical life was under constant threat. My world was a paradox: I was a global authority in the digital realm while being hunted in my own neighborhood.

III. THE DEFIANT LEGACY

The expansion truly began when I met photographer Carrie Strong, who recognized my frequency and invited me to read on her lawn in the Paseo Arts District. This residency launched a decade-long fusion of my in- person and digital success. Every First Friday Art Walk, my Tarot Tent was the spiritual anchor for thousands who visited my booth from 2015 to 2017. My practice began in 2005 and blossomed in 2017; my work became a bridge for thousands, scaling from the Paseo First Friday Art Walks to the top 1% of global platforms like Psychic Txt, Bitwine, My Tarot Advisor, and Mystic Sense. 

During this era, my practice and my artistry were featured in magazines and publications, becoming the spiritual heartbeat for the creative elite. Through a direct molecular intervention on psilocybin in late 2017, the mind's narrative collapsed. In a massive, all-encompassing encounter with Source-not a deity or a "teaching," but the raw, concussive energy of intelligence that constitutes all forms-it directly spoke to me. After this encounter, I would be forever transformed. Having served over 70,000 individuals, the command was clear: The time for the public has ended. 

The time for the Sanctuary has begun. By early 2025, I completed my transition. I vanished from the public eye, deleted my digital footprint from psychic platforms and spiritual marketplaces, and retreated into a private residency. Life remained a battle zone while I continued to remain an anchor of no nonsense. Having fully stepped away from public engagements, I have structured a life capsuled entirely from their chaos. Every phase of my journey was a constant navigation of one person after the next bullying, using, or attempting to corrupt my progress-yet they will never win. Every close friend, lover, or family member ultimately sought to use me, drag me into their turbulence, or betray my work and lifestyle. Instead of breaking me, every betrayal and extraction has only fueled the absolute, unshakable legacy that I stand in today.