Like all spiritual journeys, becoming a mystical maven can’t be said to have begun at any particular point in my life. Depending on your beliefs, you may feel as I do, that this journey likely began before I was conceived in my current physical form. I can say, it feels quite timeless, one droplet’s countless sojourns through the ocean that is all of the conscious, creative energy in our Universe.

That said, I began to understand the nature of my soul through a conversation with another mystic in 2008, when he defined my spiritual identity as that of Wingte, or “one who walks between.” In some Native American traditions, a Wingte’s talents included “walking between” genders, cultures, mentalities and world views, etc.

These certainly have described my experiences in this life. Born in the United States right between the X & Y (Millennial) generations, told when I was young that I, too often, tried to blend social groups, finding myself, as a young adult, just as comfortable teaching children to ride horses by day as I was working in a strip club at night, I’ve often breezed between “worlds” with ease, made transitions, that would have been uncomfortable( if not impossible) for others, look easy. I’ve never understood feeling affinity for one group over another, and while I am partial to many worldviews, I find I only outright reject a mentality when its sole purpose is that of hate or destruction.

In 2011, I began meditation, guided only by the book How to Meditate: A Guided to Self Discovery by Lawrence LeShan. A spiritual healer had told me years before that if I were ever to try meditation, I would excel in the art. Her prediction proved true, and within a year, I’d mastered slowing my metabolism and opening my mind to receive the wisdom of the Universe. For the first time in my current life, I could combine the knowledge given to me by the other mystic in 2008 with greater collective knowledge to understand my purpose here and now and in the Universe as a whole. I continue to meditate and take in more and more timeless wisdom collected by all sentient beings throughout all time, past, present and future.

As you may have guessed, Bisju, after the French “Bijou” and pronounced “bee-zhoo,” is a self-given, mystical name, bestowed in my youth and actualized in my adulthood, known only to me and a select few until this time. I look forward to sharing with you and many others all the wisdom I’ve taken in since the first day I heard this name in my head.