Hi I’m Elon,

Equal parts High Priestess,
Material Witch and Hermetic Sage.

I’m a guide, oracle, teacher, and mystic / mage / witch with 30 years of learning.

I read ancient texts and study hermetic traditions for fun, and am dedicated to a life of discovery. For the past three decades my practices have been private, my studies (notably secret) my own.

BUT, after being diagnosed with a silly touch of Breast Cancer just as the pandemic hit, and successfully using my magic to navigate through surgeries and chemo while *gestures at everything* the whole PandemicPLUS situation unfolded and the world turned upside down, I accessed a rage that would jolt me out of the broom closet I had closed myself in.

The call came, April 6th, 2020 early on a Monday after a weekend of, “trying not to think about it.” My doctor called and said, “well, it was positive for cancer, and it’s a fast progressing aggressive kind.” 

Fuck. 

Then she said “I had a scare recently, it was so hard. Fortunately it was nothing…”

Is this person for real?

How were they centering their own story at a time like this?

Strangely, this interaction with my doctor was a beautiful, expansive gift.

I was so angry at her for centering her narrative at a defining moment for me – I felt unseen in one of the biggest moments of my life.

This experience exploded the lid on Pandora's box and helped me access my rage. It was just a steamy burst at first, then a trickle, then temper-explosions of spouse mortifying proportions. My rage had officially been accessed and it cracked open all of the anger I felt at hiding away some of my most magical and mystical selves.

Clearly, these magical tools were begging to be seen.

Because the thing is, a life-threatening diagnosis doesn’t cook dinner, or do dishes. It doesn’t grocery shop or help fold laundry. You still have to do all that shit.

But, it sure does know how to reroute you.

So, what did a life-threatening diagnosis do for me? It made me lean on my tools.

ALL OF MY TOOLS.

It made me pull out dusty old magical toolboxes and evaluate them for usefulness. I reviewed all the things that have helped me, so far, in life. 

I reviewed where I had been and what led me to this point.

My first paycheck job was at burger king, but my second was at a metaphysical bookstore. The store manager and I ran drum circles, we invoked the archangels at the beginning of the day and we did chanting at the end. The place was so high-vibe that people came to it like a beacon. I was 15 years old and reading about archetypal mythology. 

At 16 I taught a weekend workshop on archetypes and myth as a way of interpreting our future visions for self and the world.

I studied Wicca, the wheel of the year, and observances. 

That was 32 years ago.

In 1992 I performed my first magic in public. A birthing rite for people who needed to shed their stories from previous religious conditioning. 

My Daoist internal alchemy (meditation, tai ji, qi gong, feng shui, physiognomy, and Chinese medicine) studies has given me tools to live a better way. In 1991, I began 10 years studying with a Daoist master in a dedicated-students-only setting. 

I’ve cultivated magical practice as a part of my daily routines.

I’ve communicated with the dead, with animals, with plants and minerals, and even mundane objects.

I’ve helped people find lost pets.

I’ve helped people hundreds of miles away effectively locate and dumpster dive a vintage yellow chair with a telephone table. 

So, yeah. Cancer got me to admit I’m psychic. I’m done hiding.

It also put me in the driving role of my life.

I live now by a roster of self-care and self-consent.

I am the audience for my life.

I am the one who lives these days.

I guess you could say I’ve cultivated a healthy ego while communing with my demons and my shadow, signing them up for more interesting jobs. 

As a child I wanted to be an actor. As a teen I wanted to be a photographer, in my 20’s I wanted to make films, and be an activist, in my 30’s I wanted to be a healer, and help people.

Now in my late 40’s I’m interested in the intersections. 

Where does healing meet magic?

Where does witchcraft utilize the standards and order of science?

Where does religion inform alchemy?

Where does alchemy inform immortality?

I could keep going for days, won’t you join me? I’d love to hear your story.