Told with humor, heart and look-you-in-the-eye honesty, Stripped: A Memphis Girl's Journey from Blues to Bliss is the true story of how one woman left the world of stripping, abuse and drugs to find happiness and her life's purpose by working with ghosts, guides and angels.
SNEAK PEAK into Stripped...
Nancy Levin, Integrative Coach and Hay House bestselling author, said to me: “Write what you absolutely do not want to write about.” So, here I am, sharing my deepest secrets and fears with you.
This memoir, the story of my life, is the hardest book I will ever write. Reliving my past is not easy, but sharing my story is a way to transform the sadness, the betrayal, and the pain.
It’s a way to reclaim my life and share a piece of my destiny with the world. Stripped describes for you the darkness that I encountered and the sense of purpose and bliss I have found. I will take you from Memphis to Nashville to Vegas; inside my childhood home, strip clubs, drug use, life-threatening health crises, the death of my best friend, and the sense of hopelessness that led me to try to end my own life.
I’ll take you on the journey of my visit to Heaven and my choice to come back to life. I will also take you inside my mind, heart, and soul and introduce you to some of the ghosts, guides, and angels I encountered on my journey.
I found another piece of myself along every step of the road, especially those places where I stumbled and fell hard. Each time, I got up with scraped knees and a bruised heart, and kept moving forward. I knew there was purpose in my suffering and that I was an important piece of this life puzzle. I knew my life had purpose and Divine Universal Intent. I now work as an intuitive mentor, healer and inspirational speaker helping people connect to their Truth, Angels and Guides defining their life purpose through self-empowerment and love.
Pieces of Me
More of my story
My Memoir comes out soon (projected to be end of 2018), and this is a sneak peek into pieces of my story.
I have spent a lifetime overcoming trauma, abuse, rape, loss, deep pain and am a suicide survivor. I have always gotten back up with scraped knees and a bruised heart and kept going. I have stories for days, not one dark night of the soul but hundreds.
Resilience and love are what I am known for.
If there is one piece of advice I can give anyone, it is to never stop moving in the direction of your dreams.
If I can make it, anyone can. I am not special or unique, I am just a girl who would not give the fuck up and committed to rising. I am a girl who fell many times and made all the mistakes.
What I learned was to trust myself. To trust and align with my True North.
I learned to believe in myself so fiercely and that all of my experiences were created for me to align with love and share that inspiration with anyone who would listen.
I believe we are all “gifted” and after hard-learned lessons, I chose to embrace my lessons and serve others.
I love you, and if you are interested in reading my book, please feel free to click below and join the pre-launch wait list so you are the first to get a copy.
Nineteen and Nashville
That’s the year I was homeless, living in my car, had five dollars left to my name and was riding on empty. The song Round Here by the Counting Crows became my certainty. I was lost, cold and afraid.
That was the year that I pulled up to my first strip club. The year everything would change.
I was lost, and I was found – all at the same time.
I was surviving. Surviving from the past, surviving from the present and deathly afraid of my future.
I had nowhere to go, and I couch surfed for almost a year until I made enough money to get an apartment. I put myself in college even though all I ever wanted to do was be a backup dancer for the Bestie Boys and other bands I loved, but because I was told by the people who were supposed to love me that I couldn't make it and was stupid to have such elaborate dreams, I gave it up.
Instead, at only 19, I was broken.
I felt shattered. It was all I ever knew and surviving was enough. I knew I was meant for greatness. I had no idea how to get there, and I was blindly afraid of everything in front of me.
I started using cocaine to numb the pain of taking my clothes off for strangers. Luckily, I quit the drugs and chose to keep a clear head in the game of stripping so I could hold on to the light at the end of the dark tunnel.
I was slowly moving up in the world, and I was carving a path to my True North without a compass or any help beyond my own intuition.
I lived all over the US. I danced my way through the states, searching for my soul. The only place I could ever find it was in the lyrics of songs and my best friend Mikey Zigler.
At 21, I landed in Vegas, living in a dorm room with Mikey and sleeping on a pile of clothes in the middle of the room. We were on top of the world. We truly believed we had it all – and we did. We entered a soulmate friendship that ascended beyond this universe and made this world worth living in.
For the first time in my life, someone else understood me and loved me for exactly who I was. It wasn’t spoken; it didn’t need to be. Our friendship was that North Star, and we were inseparable.
Mikey saw my broken angel wings, and he didn’t care. In fact he fucking loved me for it. He adored my tenacity, and he was inspired by me and all my brokenness and my intuition to say fuck the pain. He saw my eyes dance in the glimmering lights of what was to come. I found who I was in our friendship.
He died a few short years later at the age of 29. It killed me – literally. That was when after a series of other bad relationships and overcoming my childhood traumas, leaving the strip club scene and building a multi-million dollar business...I was so miserable that I quit my life.
Our friendship was the insurance that everything would be ok. My best friend, my True North, was gone, and I saw no point in the pain of living.
Without going too deep in to this story (again it’s all in the book), I experienced some fucking shit in my life, but this was never part of the plan. He was my saving grace.
This was the end of the road for me. I don’t know if I can ever find words for that kind of pain. Mike and I were born before the wind and forever entangled gypsy souls.
Two months later, I tried to end my life.
My attempted suicide was my gift. I received my accelerated gifts of ascended healing and clairvoyance. This is when everything changed. I changed. I walked away from my toxic everything, six-figure VP job, relationships, all of it. I jumped, and it was really fucking hard.
You can call it a Divine Storm, but really, my whole life was one big fucking chaotic hurricane. It was a lifetime of me on my knees begging for the pain to lift.
Woo Woo World
I have been spiritual my whole life, and it wasn’t because I read some fucking book or followed some glowing guru. We are all naturally intuitive. It is our built-in Divine Intelligence System. The spiritual journey is LIFE.
The process of Awakening though, that is where the “shifts” occur, and I was hungry. I absorbed everything I could to understand my gifts and integrate them. I had to heal and then help others do the same. There was a pit in my stomach. It is still there driving me to serve, and serve some more.
This is the phase where I allow myself to be seen. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she talks to angels.
This is where we meet.
I invested all of my time, energy and money into becoming the best version of myself, so I can love you more and more and more.
My life experiences alone are enough to help others to heal, rise and know their fierce power.
I am a life-committed learner, and I work with game-changing coaches, healers and mentors so I can show the fuck up. I am still afraid every single day, but I do it anyway. I know it’s OK because I am held and loved.
I know this.
I am here to hold you and love you.
I have dedicated my life to it.
I see you, and you are the Way. I am the Way, and together we will carve new roads and create epic stories that will transcend the legacies of all time.
I love you.