My Story

In a world shaped by theory, I appreciate the value of experience. While I hold deep respect for formal certification, and am currently pursuing it, my true astrological methodology has been forged in the crucible of lived experience. My credentials are not a certificate on a wall. My practice was refined on the flight deck where I mapped hundreds of complex trajectories, and stress-tested my systems against the realities of human life. I didn't just learn from books. I operated in the field, delivering measurable, transformative results to those who needed to navigate their own storms with precision.

My current foundation is entirely autodidactic. Since 2020, I have logged thousands of hours in deep-tissue research. I have spent copious amounts of time synthesizing classical texts, analyzing case studies, reading books, listening to podcasts, watching videos, and mapping the real-time manifestations of transits. Sometimes it didn't feel like I was learning so much as I was remembering. Beyond my personal study, the adventure chose me during a three-year residency as a building sub within a public high school.

I did not set out to build this business. I set out to map reality. Then I began witnessing the uncanny precision of the language in real-time, and moved to application when I realized that astrology provided the only map capable of guiding others through their most turbulent "traffic jams," myself included.

I was given an absolutely insane training ground where I got to witness this phenomena and apply my knowledge and skill set. I observed thousands of hours of high-volume behavioral data. I got to witness how both anticipated volatile astrology and sweet beautiful astrological manifested, I got to show hundreds of people their charts for fun, and I developed the ability to translate complex astrological mechanics into practical, actionable tools. I got to show students how to leverage Mercury for study habits, and the Moon for emotion regulation, and it was a fun way to connect with colleagues. I was submerged in the amalgamation of the archetypes and all of their unique expressions. I walked the stage in spirit with the class of 2025, and it is because of this experience I am now comfortable doing this as a way to maybe one day sustain a living.

For my astrocartography nerds out there, if you want to get real spooky, the synchronicities are relentless: namely, my Mars opposition line and my North Node line are slicing within yards on either side of the building where I worked in my relocated chart. This place was not only the birthplace of my consciousness, but it was a gate I was initially unconsciously using that I could now leverage to launch me on this trajectory. I used the Mars line as my grindstone while I was there and pushed myself to the absolute limit, knowing my North Node, my life direction, was bound to this location somehow. I just didn't know how it would manifest. But because I knew my blueprint and what Mars was doing in my chart, I knew I had the architecture to withstand the heat, wherever it was going to land me. Burning up in the atmosphere was the price I was willing to pay for my own transformation.

But it wasn't because I experienced this and got to casually interpret and witness hundreds of charts brought to life that I undertook this more professionally. It was because I went home one night with the chart of a colleague who was suffering, and I pulled up her transits. I saw the traffic jam immediately. I poured over her blueprints looking forward and backward in time, synthesizing, taking notes, comparing the transits to her natal, and I gave her a picture of herself the next morning. I explained to her the design of her life path, her unique gifts, how to protect her energy, and the things I used to get me through the day to stay grounded. And I told her that at the end of March 2025 the weights would be lifted, and that what she had been trying to do for the last few years would finally happen. I did not know the form, but I knew she would be free. And she was. One of the reasons you are here reading this today is because she repeatedly told me, every time my skill set came up, that I had a gift. She was always nudging me in the best way. It's funny because her North Node is conjunct my Part of Fortune. Our fate and our fortune are literally intertwined. We were fated to meet and shape each other's life direction, and we did.

And it wasn't just me supporting her. Her Saturn is conjunct my North Node, so she was my stabilizing force. Whereas I was the wind in her sails, she was my anchor. I inspired her just by being myself, and she kept me grounded. She was my foundation when I doubted myself in my season of Mars noise and heat, and her presence was the structural guardrail that kept my voice and my bearings steady. She was my harbor and my horizon in that building. She was the one who witnessed me and kept me airworthy. She saw what I allowed my Mars line to do to me, and she held space for both my joy and my suffering. But she wasn't just a person who saw me in pain. She was the guardian of my transformation. She was where I could set down my armor and cry, and not because I was weak or because I was rejected, but because of the pressure of being a lion in a cage. My tears were for the cooling of the steel. And with her gone, I was now flying without my structural fail-safe. I had to complete the stress cycle without her, backstage, in a room within a room, and I could only keep it up for so long. My oil was thin, and I was starting to feel the friction. I was managing a massive load on a failing engine, and I did what I had to do to keep the plane in the air until I could land.

Not long after would be my departure. I ended up jumping at just the right time. I knew I had blessings on the way and had a year long transit where collaborators who wanted to work with me would appear. I knew I had a financial windfall on the way. I wanted it to be there so badly. I was tethered to the place and I could have stayed there forever. I wanted to stay there forever. But I was running out of room for my wings. I had been bleeding under my armor and it was starting to become visible. I put my transits to the test. I didn't jump because I wanted to. I jumped because I couldn't breathe. I had spent three years fighting the crosswinds stuck in a holding pattern circling for a place to land and I was running out of fuel. People were telling me to stay, that they felt like it was my time. But I knew in my heart I couldn't stall any longer. I spent the last three years holding on to a live wire making it look like I was carrying a glass of water. If there was a way to conceal a wound, I had found it. I waited until the last moment and made a clean break, and I severed the failing line. It fucking broke me. Everything suddenly seemed so fixable. Why did I let go? For two weeks, I was in free fall, wondering why I had let go of the only safety I knew—until the horizon cleared.

I forgot how quickly sky daddy pulls up when you're brave. The universe doesn't just open doors. It clears the entire runway. Where did I end up two weeks later after these three years of field work? My current classroom sits directly across the water. I now reside in an observatory-like space that felt like an initiation. The only classrooms that were ever fully mine prior to subbing were rooms within a room, and after that I spent 1,800 class periods emergency landing in other people's spaces. I now have cathedral height ceilings, nine full length windows that actually open, a built in bookshelf bench along the rotunda, and a fucking fireplace. And what did a student find beneath the window facing my old workplace, tucked away on a dusty shelf? An astrology book. By the same authors as the one I found and left behind at my old workplace. I don't believe these navigator metaphors are random, either: my father is an aircraft mechanic, the high school's mascot is an eagle, one of their most notable alumni was Jeff Skiles—the copilot on the flight that made the "Miracle on the Hudson," and now my new close colleague is an aviator. This is not trivia. These synchronicities are not a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidence. If we listen, the universe is constantly speaking to us in symbols. These were winks from the world that I was on the right path, and I used them as the markers on the map that led me here, to the work of helping you reclaim yourself.

I didn't fully embrace astrology as a legitimate path until the final March 2026 Virgo eclipse hit my 10th house of career, dismantled my internal scaffolding, and forced me to accept everything that had been in front of me all along. Nine months after I chose myself, I birthed this sanctuary for your transformation. Again, the timing was unintentional. I knew I had words inked inside of my body, but this is when they started begging to be released, and I allowed them to claw their way out. They became a reclamation of my power and my own survival. What had been floating in the eventual spiritual someday for so long became this raw reality.

Today, I am now working near my Venus opposition line. Again, I didn't plan for this. I simply arrived. This line is where I am gathering the social capital and professional polish for the launch I prepared elsewhere. Before, I had to fight for my spot. Now, I am building the partnerships that sustain my destiny. I have shifted from conflict and drive to relationship and reflection. If my years on my Mars and North Node lines were the foundational pour, my current residence on my Venus line is the finishing of the cathedral. I have moved from the labor of becoming to the authority of being. What felt like destruction in the fire was for purification. I was in my element, and when things are in their element, they cannot be destroyed.

I promise you I am sharp enough to map your life, but I am warm enough to hold your heart. I don't just "do" astrology. I am a conduit for it. Let the chaos swirl outside. Inside these walls, we talk in the language of the stars, the architecture of your soul, the geometry of your design, and the truth of your becoming. This is a safe space to lose your mind, find your center, and reclaim your authority. You are here to learn, to grow, and to find the audacity to believe in yourself against all odds. If you need a genuine, human sanctuary to put your armor down, come as you are. The map is ready, and the tea is on. My father keeps aircraft airworthy. I help keep your soul sovereign.