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I’m Carrie Louise Wood.

The universe is a vastly weird place and my life has been super weird so far, by the standards of everything else I see around me. When I was 17, I had what I call a shattering of all that I knew. Some people in this world like to call it a psychotic break and slap a label on it from the DSM handbook. My parents took me to a professional, hoping to get him to confirm my deep jump out of this construct and woo me back into their belief system. Instead, he told them that I was not crazy, just gifted. And yet, I would spend the next twenty years fighting for my very existence and purpose here on this earth. To take up space, find my inner sovereignty and own my fucking life like a Boss, in addition to a calling that I was no longer able to ignore, but had been preparing for my entire life.

Now I am forty-one (as of this 2018 writing). And I had my second major shattering a couple years ago in early 2015. I had begun to paint again and it was unlike anything I’d ever done before in my career as an artist. I sort of left while the process happened and then stood back, looking at the finished piece like who the fuck even did that. That process and some major emotional upheaval in my personal life led to the opening of latent gifts that had been leaving me breadcrumbs my whole life. Many of those experience are documented in the blog, should you want to dive deeper.

On the surface, I wondered if maybe I was going crazy. But a village of virtual people found me, somehow, and began to remind me and assist me on my journey of remembering what I am: a modern day shaman. Definitely a witch in every sense of the word, a possibility that this current construct doesn’t know what to do with…labels don’t matter. I call it magic because it doesn’t have a name yet. An old friend calls me a Human Hacker. I like that. Because I’m not really into a lot of new age spiritual woo woo, nor do I want to culturally appropriate. But my own ancestry hails from the Swedes and I have a feeling that something in me goes all the way back to the Nordic shaman tradition. What I am, every bit of me and how I navigate this world, the experiences I have and the gifts I am trying to learn how to serve with have been pointing toward being something very different and I am learning to listen. It’s been said that only the spirits can call a shaman and they certainly have, over and over. I also know, I would never have chosen this life and the heaviness I carry but it is time to stop resisting and do the work.

I’ve always been a witch of sorts. Even when the people around me were very afraid of it. Even when I followed a path of Christianity and studied theology for fifteen years. It kept seeking me out and even though I don’t identify with anything traditional, the universe always feels the most right when I am saying yes to my divine calling to minister to others, and the magic that is inside me. It comes from everywhere: trees, stars, mud, blood, dreams, sex, and I am broken open continually by the beauty of the light and dark of this life.  I’m in the process of figuring out what that’s going to look like, while being respectful of those who’ve gone before me.

I believe the whole thing is about to break wide open, and it starts with each one of us remembering. I’m here for that. Am I crazy? As a motherfucker. But that is very dependent on who you ask. 😉 I’ve found all the best ones are.

Enjoy your time in my space. It’s my pleasure to share my journey and gifts with you.

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