Hi. I'm Stacee.
So what do I do for a living? Yeah. It's weird. Very weird.
I usually tell people I'm an author or a content creator on TikTok because how do you explain to someone at a dinner party that you're a colossally cosmic spiritual weirdo who teaches people spiritual shit and secrets of the universe? You don't. You just say author and move on.
But since you're here and you clearly already found me, I'll tell you the real version.
I'm autistic, which means I say the wrong thing in public settings constantly and unintentionally. I'm a recovering trad wife. I've written patents. I'm a psychic and medical intuitive who just knows things in ways that don't always make a lot of logical sense. I have several autoimmune conditions I'm healing. I've been through actual hell and came out the other side with a book about missing socks and a morally grey pirate cat.
My Story
Author| Speaker | Creator
Healing is weird. Very weird. And something nobody told me — you can have more than one spiritual awakening. And that kinda sucks. A lot. No bueno kind of thing.
After my son was shot and I experienced a near death experience as an observer, so many things changed in me. I realized I couldn't avoid my own healing anymore. That being imperfect and okay with it would only get me so far. That helping other people did not excuse me from healing my own mess.
So here we are. Broken pieces and all.
That's the thing nobody in the spiritual space talks about. Healing isn't linear. It isn't a mountain you climb once and plant a flag at the top. Sometimes you do all the work, find your wholeness, build your aligned beautiful life and then tragedy walks in and rewrites your sotry anyway.
And that's okay.
I'm not some perfect mala wearing yoga guru. I'm the girl with a messy bun and a complete lack of ability to stay on any exercise routine. ADHD in the house. I'm healing right alongside you. I just happen to be a little further down the road and I refuse to gatekeep anything I've figured out along the way.
I'm a spiritual human on a journey through this absurd and wild ride we call life. It's strange and wonderful and definitely weird. There are parts of human history that have been lost and parts that are being found and I am right in the middle of all of it, still figuring out who I am, still clearing the window, still showing up.
Mismatched socks and all.
Welcome home, human.