Imagine a seed or a fern spore floating determinedly through the atmosphere and landing in fertile soil, and you’ll have a relative picture of my duty throughout the ages. Who am I? That isn’t important but my job is. I bring healing opportunities to people who need them; but how I do it is the trick of the gods. I’m neither human nor angel, nor faerie, nor witch. Magic is not my medium but presence is. How I shapeshift into presence is an ancient story, told many times over by time-tested cultures, and you can find examples from the greatest storytellers of our time and times gone by.
Shakespeare brought us alchemists, Buddhists brought reincarnates of master healers with herbs and tantra, and aboriginal cultures healed their communities through storytelling.

This is my story within a story: The McTavish Regressions.
Wallace McTavish doesn’t know this, but we’ve been meeting each other for lifetimes. He is a master healer of the psyche and I have brought people to him, when the time was right, for them to journey to their past. Taking people through past life regression introduces them to the lives they’ve lived before their current one, that hold secrets that act as catalyst keys to their unlocked potential and knowledge in their current life. Wallace’s previous incarnation as Carl Jung proved to help the world on levels that no psychoanalysis had seen to date. Before that, he needed to experience many lifetimes of suffering, to fully understand what it is that others experience when their worlds turn inside out because they have tremors in their minds.

It is something of an earthquake when the mind turns dour and cannot rid itself of the alternate reality it creates; even positive and hopeful realities that hold no truth can turn to mania. The cornerstone to a healthy mind is balance and stillness, to be present, because you have received the gift to do so! Not much else needs “doing” than that. But people get lost and sometimes they wander so far away that to bring them back sometimes involves prescribed chemicals, a band-aid for the cracks that exist when one parts ways with their own mind. It happens, but it is not a static state of being, no; we can find the path home and walk it at our pace, and the act of walking back heals the fissures in its wake.

Dr. Buret is a new acquaintance and I love her spirit! I just happened to drop by while she was contemplating majoring in criminal law… psssst… Wallace McTavish, and the rest you can read for yourselves
The Return is a theme throughout history with which most people are familiar. To be out of one’s mind and make the way back to mindfulness presents a great shift of energy, and that’s where I come in.

No one sends me; I am attracted by energy that presents as a magnetic force ready to be shifted. I assume an existing material form that zeroes in on the dear that needs McTavish. Some might call that possession, but I am not an entity existing alone or for any benefit to myself. You can call me Soul Agent. It is my great pleasure to nudge the unknowing souls onward to their healing… but I never force. Sometimes in fact I must nudge for centuries to get a soul communicating before the message can be conveyed to its vehicle, that is, the current body and personality that carries it.

You see, dear reader, you are far more than nerve, skin, muscle, blood, ego, bone & brain! You are a precious vessel, carrying the most prized and immutable gift anyone could imagine; a little slice of eternity rests within you and waits to deliver your talents and love to the world. My job is to steer the weak in the right direction—should their soul call out to me. I never arrive uninvited!

How did I get here? How did I come to write this page? And why can no one but you see it? This information will forever be unraveling together with The Great Mystery of this life and of lives past. May your soul’s evolution in every way be blessed with divine reason and joy.