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Billy Tyler Healing, 2401 Ontario St, Cleveland, OH (2026)

01/08/2026

DEA HECATE! AUDIRÉ VERBA! ADIUVARE ME! (Day-uh Heck-ah-tay Ah-deer-ay Vare-buh Ah-do-very May)“Goddess Hecate! Hear my words! Help me!” An invocation for the Greek goddess of protection, war, witchcraft and the afterlife. F**k trump. f**k ice. **kice

01/04/2026

To all the witches, weirdos and true empaths feeling all the energy today. To the compassionate folks that don’t have their heads nestled firmly up their bleached privileged “positivity only” as****es. With the tragedy in the Swiss alps, federal n***s kidnapping innocent people in our own backyards and the “president” committing f**king war crimes it can feel almost unbearable at times. I know. That’s why adding ritual to your life is important because even in the heaviest of times you have a routine to fall back on for a little stress relief and disconnect. One of my favorite stress relieving practices is writing out and carrying word charms in my pocket for protection and other various manifestations. It’s creative. It’s empowering and it’s an instant meditation right there in my pocket ready to go. Here is one of my favorites. It’s an ancient word charm asking for the protection of different spirits and angels. This is to be written on parchment and carried with you:
Hasdiel at my right, Haniel at my left, Rahmiel at my head, angels, let me find favour and grace before all men, great and small, and before all of whom I have need, in the name of Yah Yah Yah Yau Yau Yau Yah
Zebaot. Amen Amen Amen Selah. **ktrump

12/25/2025

There are far too many people calling themselves Christians and empaths to have innocent humans imprisoned in concentration camps all over the country right now. If human beings surviving on drinking toilet water without food or medical attention doesn’t absolutely destroy you, especially today, I guarantee you you’re not an empath. Or a Christian. You’re hardly a person. This place is a godless place. All of my holiday wishes or prayers or blessing and energy are for those wrongfully detained and those currently living in fear. I wish for you safety, resolution, protection, healing and freedom. For the rest of you I wish for you perspective in any way it may come. F**k ice. F**k trump.

12/09/2025

Since taking a step back from doing readings last year I have had plenty of time to get to try new things. Holiday decorating isn’t something I was typically fond of but once I started I couldn’t stop. Check it out on the West Park’s Deck The Homes holiday light tour. Stop #7. The Spirit Garden of Ernadale. Make sure to vote! Go to www.westparkkamms.org/deckthehomes to download the map and vote! Happy holidays!!!

12/05/2025

Monday was World AIDS Day and like the last eighteen years I spent the day thinking about an old friend from my Chicago days. His name was Jay. We worked together at a restaurant in Andersonville. He was funny and kind and lit up a room with his infectious laugh and raspy smoker’s voice. I was in my early twenties and he was the first person I had ever known living with HIV. He was healthy and lived a “normal” life. Because of him my ignorance toward the virus faded away. He made it human. He made me more human. It was years later I heard he passed away due to complications from HIV/AIDS. It’s a subject close to my heart so much so I created an entire section of my garden dedicated to those lost to the virus, those struggling with, those thriving and all the allies. On Tuesday I spent the day thinking about the swine’s a**s of a president and his decision to not only ignore commemorating the day, but also advising other agencies to refrain from recognizing it too. Now I’m fully aware he is a mushroom dicked broken troll that gets off on hurting others but him moving forward actively encouraging others to forget about this day of remembrance is plain evil. Despite my fury I reminded myself that when he passes he will be forgotten because he brought nothing to this world besides chaos and hurt and my friend Jay will live on because he existed in love and he changed us for the better. For trump and all his little followers I wish for your perspective. I wish for you that moment where every single thing you ever planned or thought about your entire existence is pulled away from you and you are left empty and reeling and terrified of what’s to come. I wish for you adjusting to new medications that leave you soiled in your own s**t ravaged with fever, lying on your bedroom floor too embarrassed to call for help. I wish for you to watch your family be driven apart by stigma, ignorance and grief. I wish for you navigating the flaming hoops of hell that is American healthcare whilst living with a preexisting condition. In memoriam: Jay.

11/10/2025

It’s a bad day for homophobes which is a good day for, well, everyone else. Today the Supreme Court decided they would not consider overturning marriage equality. A big victory in a never ending war. To all the marriage oriented qu**rs of the world, congratulations! To all the homophobes, despite your excuses and willfully ignorant reasons for bigotry, you’re still insufferable as****es. I’m sorry you had bad parents and never learned to love yourselves. I’ll light a candle for you all. Oh and f**k trump and f**k ice. Love is louder.

11/04/2025

The personal is political and right now it’s really f**king personal for a lot of people. As a psychic, as an intuitive, as an empath I can honestly tell you the most jarring energy I’ve ever experienced comes from those who are “not political people” or those that “don’t talk about politics.” Even more so than the people who claim one ethical moral viewpoint but support a completely opposite reality. It’s like setting a house on fire and then handing out water to those affected and thinking you’re a good person. Or the neutral folks who don’t stand with anyone. If you stand for nothing you fall for everything because a friend to all is a friend to none. Or the “it’s so confusing, I don’t know what to think” crowd. Their willfully ignorant energy is like dry hu***ng kitty litter. I always find that the best way to gauge where I’m at in life is looking around to make sure I’m not standing on the same side of the aisle as N***s or K*K members. Evil is having the power to change things for the better but using that power to disrupt and cause chaos instead. **kice **ktrump

10/25/2025

We are all walking on someone else’s ghost story so tread respectfully. Yesterday while out delivering on Cleveland’s East side in an area very unfamiliar to me I became very ill. One minute I was fine the next I was sweating and gasping for air while my heart palpitated out of my chest. I literally had to stop the car and take my jacket off because I was sweating through every layer of clothing. The closer I got to the delivery destination, the worse I felt. I couldn’t figure out if this was a human thing or a spirit/energy thing. I arrived at the address, walked the package to the rear porch like instructed in my notes and then with clammy shaking hands I took a screenshot of the intersection to look up later. East 123rd St and Soika Ave. I left and almost instantly started to feel better. The symptoms started to fade away the further I was from the house. Later in the evening, I googled the intersection and one name popped up. Anthony Sowell. The “Cleveland Strangler.” The Cleveland serial killer that kidnapped, r***d, tortured and murdered 11 women and disposed of their bodies in his basement and in the backyard. Arrested on October 31, 2009 after a victim escaped and alerted police. Died in 2021 while awaiting the death penalty. I delivered to the next door neighbors of where his home used to stand. Now a memorial garden for the 11 victims the energy of one of the darkest periods in Cleveland history stained in the earth for all time.

10/18/2025

A single yellow rose bloomed this morning. Yellow roses stand for friendship, new beginnings and hope. Fitting for today’s events. The hope of one day living free of racists, homophobes, sexists, xenophobes, bigots, n***s and trump. We may be a long ways off but together is how we will survive. United. One. To everyone out there fighting for equality, unity, freedom and justice I wish for you success, protection, patience and strength. Go save the world. Oh and f**k trump f**k ice f**k n***s f**k charlie kirk f**k jd vance and f**k f**k f**k etc etc etc.

10/18/2025

People often ask me what my “awakening” was like. Like the flip of a switch. It started while I was visiting my mom. I was laying in her guest bed when I heard an unseen force walk up and sit on the bed. The bed shook and depressed next to me. I jumped up and rushed home to Columbus. The entire ride home I had the weirdest headache. It felt like I was going to pass out. I got home and while heading up to bed I heard a man yelling from inside my house. I followed the noise to the basement. We lived in an old neighborhood called German village. Very haunted. I slowly walked to the basement door took a deep breath and opened the door and saw a large man running up at me. I ran to wake up my partner at the time, and as I got into the bedroom, there were footsteps running behind me. I shut the door. It opened. I looked and no one was there, and then I noticed in the Mac computer screen, the man from the basement was standing behind me swaying back-and-forth. Then a woman walked into the room and he put his arm around her. That’s when it felt like I was having a stroke. Or a mental breakdown. I was about to call 911 until I felt a hand on my arm and a voice tell me if I listened I could help. That is when in our tiny little bedroom the first spirits I ever communicated with appeared. For the remainder of the night, they told me all of their stories and I watched as they walked around the room and moved plants and waved deeds to homes they had lost in my face. Some danced. Some hid. Eventually, I passed out but when I woke the next day as I walked to the shower, the man from the basement stairs was at my living room stairs looking up at me so I knew that it wasn’t all a dream the night before. Like I said, like the flip of a switch. This Halloween I re-created those spirits. Imagine this at the end of your bed in the middle of the night.

10/03/2025

Last week my mom asked me to go to a Cleveland Guardians baseball game with her. They had just made history with a 15 1/2 game comeback and I wanted to experience a positive and fun moment in history. Because let’s face it, every day we are put through an onslaught of history making situations of treachery and anguish and I just wanted to clap and smile and laugh for a change. What started with one game ended with us attending three games. I think that we were both hooked on the collective energy of folks just trying to let go of reality for a minute and be kids and enjoy a game and eat a lot of food and drink and clap and make new friends. For those few hours each day, we were able to momentarily push aside the reality of federal agents kidnapping innocent people off the streets and the child sexual predators and the human rights that are being stripped away more and more each day and the slain podcast N**i being celebrated by delusional nut jobs. It’s a moving experience as an empath, being in a situation where almost everyone is working for the same cause. Wishing for the same thing. We cheered, we booed and we commiserated together. Even though it was just a baseball game and even though in the end we lost, in those moments of unity, there is a rare collective vulnerability, which is honestly one of the most healing vibrations one can feel because for a few hours on each of those days we were all truly one in every sense of the word.

09/23/2025

A little over a year ago I started having very vivid dreams of walking through extravagant gardens with spirit almost nightly. In every dream spirit would instruct me on how to recreate everything they were showing me. The next day I would build it. I noticed the bigger the project the bigger the world events the following day. I believe spirit was giving me a healthy outlet for the energy I was about to be drowned in. When neighbors would ask about my projects I would tell them I was planting a new flower for every bad thing that happened in the world. Needless to say I have a lot of f**king flowers. Each inch of this sanctuary is a dedication. A memorial steeped with intention, built by ghosts and blessed with my literal blood, sweat and tears.

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