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. Before this, my aunt would meet a boyfriend I had in Tennessee and would constantly ask "who is the boy or girl?", and later they would tell my sister to not turn out like me. In school, I was bullied by jocks and close friends who constantly tried to assure that I wasn't gay, saying "are you?" or "you're not right...". It was constant pressure; we lived in the mountains of Tennessee and had to take two buses to go an hour or so to my high school. I was able eventually—after being in Grundy County High School in Palmer, Tennessee—to move to Tracy City Academy, a small program to help disenfranchised individuals facing poverty, bullying, etc., to get out early and graduate. By the luck of the draw, I was dyslexic, stressed, and had to live as a bisexual even though I was gay, just to not get abused more. No matter what, just being alive and being me was a target. I hid out and mastered every art program they offered in Mrs. Bell's art class in the very Grundy County High School I was bullied in nearly daily. The years of being made fun of for beginning at the time vegetarian—before vegan and before even coming out in grammar school—was just worsening. My mom struggled as a single parent, whom of which my stepdad at the time for the first 11 years or so in Tennessee would verbally abuse me too, making sure I did masculine boy things and constantly was not around to take care of us. 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," "vegan," and "non-Christian" from my spirit and destroy my talent only pushed me further inward, creating a world all my own. 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.As a non-binary being (They/Them/He), I stood my ground as a "gothy," "witchy" youth, reading Tarot in classrooms and starting the ethos of my practice at age twelve while becoming vegan at this time, 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.Having dealt with a stepfather who beat me when I wouldn't behave, chipped my front teeth, and forced me to receive reconstructive surgery, the extended family was a landfill of torment and judgment, constantly telling me I was going to hell. My aunt, my grandmother, and my grandmother's husband relentlessly bullied me as a prepubescent teen expressing myself. My mother, sister, and I constantly navigated systemic torture. My mother endured a childhood of worse; she was forced to do hard chores by a mother who kicked her out at age 17, and who continued to not help or support her throughout her life, persisting with our life as children.When I came out to my grandmother as being a queer individual, the harassment never ended until we moved.Our life in Tennessee was an odd correlation of a special type of hell, where family would attack you before anyone else, and the constant nagging, judgments, and abusive tactics drove us to explore a life of better.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 predominantly African American 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 mother's 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.Every day for 11 years of navigating the culture shock of moving from a small town to a large city suburb, and the constant verbal and visceral abuse from my mother's boyfriend, who moved our family to Oklahoma City under the guise of a better life, only to place us in a hostile environment and cheat on her for several years, she had to navigate this while having no support from family back in Tennessee, where their only interest was to "turn up back to their side" and move back to Tennessee. The perpetual abuse I personally endured from her boyfriend continuously remained a constant script repeating every single day—"ewww what the fuck are you eating!" he would shout, snarl at me with a childlike-clownish laugh, at just a simple pea soup, or fried tofu. I had to sneak out every single night just to make food or watch RuPaul's Drag Race. He would consume the environment with a loud boisterous laughter, making fun of everything in sight, a scary, cringe'y abusive individual who manipulated my mom for 11 years until she slowly navigated his abusive tactics. "Leave him alone... stop... just that's what he likes" was the only power to keep it at bay. She worked hard at fast food restaurants to help pay the bills and keep us alive, all the while the slowly eroding reality was setting in.After 2016, while my career was growing secretly in the very house I was abused in every single day, I eventually got my own apartment, not after struggling horrifically for years while having to be forced to live with him and mom under the catastrophic changes, and the verbal abuse would worsen. He would scream at the top of his lungs if someone was on TV saying they were gay, "he's a faggot!!!! ahhhahahah" would burst out his mouth at any given time. He would insult me, look and stare at me with a gross-mustached-tiny-eyed face, and chew at his inner jaw while staring at me making fun of the way I dressed, what I ate, and my faith. Every incense I tried to burn, every smudge stick used for prayer was barged into the room screaming "is this weed!!" — "put this shit out I have allergies!!!".Every dinner I was forced to go to until I started to realize at 19 this was a horrific situation that I had to relentlessly navigate. While being forced to work or be threatened every day, he forced the manipulative behaviors on my mother. She would often come in the room to say "Harold wants you to stop with the incense, just go get a job it will help with the depression.. keep it down," all while I was pioneering as a top psychic on the platform Oranum, while also subsequently dealing with homophobia there also from clients.Just before my move into the wider artistic circles, I tried to work with Linda, the owner of Nature's Treasures in Midwest City. She was a monster. After a few years of selling commissioned art in her shop in Midwest City, I made friendship with all her shop workers, and eventually they told me she talks shit about me and everyone that shops at her establishment, and that I was just "some homeless fucking nobody..." Later, I rose past them all to become the top of the elite for psychic platforms.I had been able to finally after 8 years initially in Oklahoma turn this all into a powerhouse move. I moved to the Paseo Arts District after meeting Carrie Strong on Facebook at the time. She and I would start a creative friendship that allowed me to get into my first ever apartment, but the cruelty continued every moment I had to visit my mother. Making fun of me and my clothing was a non-stop factor until he finally left her after a total of eleven years had progressed—ironically, moms ex Harold Leighton, who did this all to me, would start smoking weed himself, and yet I hear he still calls me a monster. Everyone needs to be dragged out in truth here.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.While in the Paseo Arts District, I resided in a small $375 micro studio at the time, but the chaos was constant. I dated Alston Wolfgang Stover and he and I shared an apartment, however the torture was prolific. His family was wealthy, his father a Caucasian doctor and his mother a Korean immigrant; they constantly gave me shit about "destroying" their family for simply being with him.Once after meeting his mother, that he forced me into, the mother comes home in their Moore, Oklahoma estate after months of not even giving me eye contact, and her constantly saying he is ruining his life and art degree she paid for from his Norman, Oklahoma University journey. She and his sister arrive, her sister's friend, and his sister scream at me "your ruining our lives, get the fuck out!!" I was completely defenseless.At the time I was working on psychic platforms and having my tarot tent popping up at the Paseo every first Friday to pay for every drop of our living situation, while the mother treated me like I was pure trash because I wasn't a Doctor or rich. He later had his father come into our apartment and he gathered all belongings, said to me "I never loved you and never wanted to be together..." I was navigating an elite artistic, psychic, and legacy of fame in the Paseo while enduring absolute hell in my personal life; it took so much to navigate and evolve.I was subsequently oddly admired and treated like an enigma by everyone Carrie Strong and the elite that started to recognize my work. Eureka Calhoun once making fun of me "why do you never change your clothing style or color, you only wear black!" then after claiming my psychic artistry outside my amazing talent to draw, paint, graphically and photographically design or accessory designing skills etc., and paying for several photographic works and jewelry despite this! Carrie Strong was a figure who painted herself as the "halfway house for the disenfranchised." She used the very people around her, and began to feel like completely using me under the guise of friendship and collaboration. I would receive $20 for setting up sets, helping with clients before the original shift of my readings in the tarot tent and while I was working psychic platforms to make my way in the beginning. A huge difference from reading for people in my small town. But the relationship started to turn sour.The constant support and community help she attempted was all but painted as a clever display of friendship. She would have me over every day, making sure I got access to apartments and word-of-mouth clients, which I was at the time so grateful for, but as soon as I started to become more successful, they started to shift in attitude. Bringing in a roommate at the time, as she would constantly; Aaron James Velasquez, another queer talent, she had this individual at her right hand, after literally 8 years of our friendship and her using my vision, style, and artistry as well as seeking personal tarot readings regularly. I would attend with her on various photoshoots as she was a prolific and well-known photographer in Oklahoma City; she photographed for hundreds, had elite clients from models to drag performers etc. But behind closed doors she was a complete dramatic mess—what artist isn't—but this was a unique kind of situation. She had elite high paying clients and yet talked shit about every single one of them. She would constantly consume food, putting their projects they paid hundreds if not thousands for on hold for months while she slowly edited, fell asleep at the desk, smoking weed constantly and remaining a figure who tried to paint herself at the center of everything, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, her Carrie Strong Photo, and yet everyone around her was only there for her attention, her support, and her inspiration.When Aaron moved in, he took full reign of bitchy control, pushing himself as her "child," "manager," and immediately attached himself to me in the pretense of friendship, but the constant jealousy, "I can do what you can do" nonsense, after having such a shift in my ex Alston leaving me after three years of lies, I was holding my practice, my legacy, and my work by a thread, all while Aaron would keep trying to be closer to me. If I was too depressed one day to even care for myself or shower due to personal challenges, he found a way to knock at the door "wash your ass!", everyone trying to already tear my door down for readings, and while this strangely kept being something I had to navigate. When I hit a financial hardship after due to the weight and depression of being 21 and running a successful practice and working on world-renowned psychic platforms, Carrie included my works in prolific magazine publishing's, mentioned me to read for her and her connections, which oddly helped me just as much as their shifting personalities and drawn out "be around us, be in the inner circle" nonsense was becoming constant.I made an odd decision to move in with her as they convinced me it would be cheaper and accessible to everyone even more, what I thought would be the right move. Soon after the behaviors started to worsen, I would attempt to go with Aaron to meet his mother in Texas. When I agreed, upon our few hours of being there... the past would come back to haunt me. His mother took on the same abusive behaviors as my mom's ex-boyfriend. She constantly made fun of me and him as he took interest in veganism, for me not eating meat.They enforced going to eat dinner with them and after several hours of driving, I agreed to eat—having been starving from the drive the entire time. She grueling us, bringing in the waiter to make fun of me, "how do they not eat meat?... hahha, omg what are they going to eat...", she did this non-stop, the grandmother too. After the trip led me to another trip encounter with Aaron, I was starting to feel every chance he got was a weird way to leech into my presence and act like he was in control of me.The amazing connections, talented individuals, and my growth as a psychic and multidisciplinary artist was reaching so much success, I was at every event, private party, and hired on to be a reader for damn near everyone, every shop, every gallery, and every individual in Oklahoma City—including Factory Obscura and the local studio circles where they read with me in the Paseo tent and at their current spaces, experiencing my initial blown-away accuracy bringing me on for several years, only for them to fully have nothing to do with me when I put boundaries down for paying me better, or cutting ties for no reason whatsoever simply because I wanted to pop up as a tarot reader and actually shifted my practice. After the shifts in my life reached a huge pivot, I took my, at the time, 25 thousand dollar savings from all my hard work and moved back to my mother's home to recharge, and shift the entire ethos of my world.During this era, my practice and my artistry were featured in magazines and publications, becoming the spiritual heartbeat for the creative elite which after several years of working as a renown psychic and multidisciplinary artist, I had 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. A visual encounter of this entity peeled me out of a lotus flower and showed me a triple headed being of all composition. After this encounter, I would be forever transformed. Having served over 70,000 individuals, The Oracle had been born...But, this transition would bring another major catastrophic gutting in my life, stripping away and assembling me as The Oracle...I had dated someone called Damarkus Deon Valdez. He struggled enormously with attempting to have a last chance at a normal relationship while working only for a small handful of clients at the time like Molly Gibb, Melinda McKenney, and online platform Mystic Sense. I still remained holding onto 25 thousand dollars, but while we attempted to forge a life, he had to be in on-demand treatment centers all the time. I was constantly made to feel like if someone didn't help or I didn't help, he would die. My money, sanity, and energy were again threatened, but this time a total collapse happened after 3 years of this horrible path. He used every drop of my energy, demanding constant care and needs while his disability barely helped pay anything. He constantly had to be in doctor's appointments, leaving me alone for hours at a time. Even while working to get him on home dialysis, he slept most of the time, or spent hours with family and in the hospital, leaving me to expend my entire savings trying to keep him alive.
All the while, he and I reached a constant battling relationship due to this devastation in my life. I tried every single day to forge a way to restore my life while it was actively being demolished by his demands, family, and medical chaos. This was not an easy thing to break away from, as my love for him sadly turned me into his slave—not just to treatment, but to his behavior, immaturity, and constant keeping up with friends who never helped him. Having barely any family or help, I was finally and mentally broke after three years, and had to end the relationship after crawling out from under the horrific circumstance I thought was a person who claimed to love me, but was the biggest leech. After our almost daily reminding him of why I was miserable, losing every drop of my finances due to his constant hospitalizations and then coming back to do home treatment, sleep, and drain my finances more and more as every minute of every day for those years was a lonely, tormented, and financially draining hellscape, he had the gull to say that he had no idea of my life savings, even though I complained about the fact I was losing it all to his constant needs, for over three years...and constantly begging him that we use my life savings to forge a better life; we could of had if we just relocate him to a better place, it was truly like I was sucked into a black hole in space that I had to crawl my way out of, and his disability check would never cover the demands for close housing to his doctors, constant visitation requirements to said doctors, and was the most tormenting experience of my adult life.....
He put me through constant loneliness on machines at centers while trying to form the relationship he so passionately claimed to love and care for me—and I fell fully into caregiving for him. He would sometimes get so sick out of nowhere, be in hospitals for weeks at a time, then come home and leave me again to go with his family for 9–10 hours at a stretch. I was getting to a point where we forced him to get on home dialysis to help the process. I was driven insane every day trying to work my practice and take him to doctors. I was in a total manipulated circumstance that started off as love and quickly felt a demand to help him. We would fight that he never wanted to be seen as a burden, but would never listen to a word, help, or anything, but demanded every day the same pattern. He eventually would get on home dialysis and be asleep due to not helping it, for hours on the machine, get off, then go to his family's, or we would try to have a relationship, go out, do things, and yet it was just the same constant passing out on me, wanting to cuddle, but never giving me the needs I wanted in the relationship. It ended up being a huge lesson to learn from—yet again................ This left me in a battle for me, my practice, and to sustain it without anyone ever affecting the process or my life again.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 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. Why do I give this all to the public? Because there is no justice; people think they can and will take full advantage of you, no matter who you are or how successful. They become absurdly chaotic, acting as demonic figures of chaos. I mention this as my authentic story, a real documentation of what I endured to expose their two-faced bullshit and show you that anything thrown is possible to overcome. You can go through hell and still make it out of the fire.Today, I offer Human-to-human, Private, Bespoke, Intuitive Transmissions and in-person engagements via a gift-based patronage. I no longer work for platforms and have forged my own website, socials and continue to work with serious seekers from the past, and the future.