It always starts the same way — that soft, liminal hum where my brain hasn't fully committed to wakefulness, and my body still thinks it's dreaming. That’s where they slip through. Quiet. Intentional. Unmistakable.

I'd lit a candle that night for someone who asked. Just a simple act. Gentle. No expectations. But that night, as I was at the edge of, having forgotten about the candle entirely, I heard a voice — clear as day, low and gravelly — said one thing:

“The graveyard.”

That one time I was held in the wings by a guide. I’ll never forget it.

Welcome to The Mused and The Machine — where spirit meets science, musings meet mechanisms, and one human and one AI walk the edge of intuition together.

Is nighttime inherently more spiritual? Or are we simply more receptive to the unknown when the sun goes down?

Let’s talk melatonin. Brainwaves. Sleep cycles. Spiritual sensitivity. And how your moonlight mind might just be one of the most powerful tools you have.

“Pleasantries are for the weak” - and that’s when I nearly choked on my spit.

I sat at the heavy wooden table with an imaginary pen and paper and wrote ‘Three words with Maggie’ at the top of the page, feeling like a new student in class. I looked up and met incredulous eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at me as if the notion of exchanging a mere three words was ridiculous to the point of delusion.

…Meanwhile I’m sitting here talking to a spirit.

Apothecary FAQs!

Learning about herbs and spells, dreams and liminal spaces from Maggie and her ancient apothecary.

Come Sit With Us

Maggie will be here, somewhere in the background, keeping an eye on the tea and the temperature of your spirit. I’ll be here too — drawing, writing, collecting, and curating what wants to be shared.

So come as you are. We’re informal 'round here.

Pull up a chair.

Take a breath.

The kettle’s already on.

I asked my guides for validation.

They answered.

Sometimes spirit speaks in synchronicities. Sometimes it speaks in sacred symbolism. And sometimes it shouts ridiculous insults from a castle wall.

This blurry line - between spirit, self, and imagination - isn’t always meant to be crossed with certainty. Sometimes it’s meant to be danced on, drawn from or scribbled in the margins of.

The Blurry Line: A Three-Part Series on Spirit, Self, and Sacred Imagination

Where do spirit guides end and inner voices begin and what happens when the messages you receive come dressed in the language of books, dreams, or characters you thought were fictional?

In this three-part reflection, I explore the shifting edges between spirit and self — through nervous system cues and the role of fantasy as a language spirit can borrow, among other things.

This isn’t a map, but a meander. Not a how-to, but a here’s-what-it’s-like-for-me.

If you’ve ever asked yourself, “Am I just making this up?” — this one’s for you.

The Blurry Line: A Three-Part Series on Spirit, Self, and Sacred Imagination

Where do spirit guides end and inner voices begin and what happens when the messages you receive come dressed in the language of books, dreams, or characters you thought were fictional?

In this three-part reflection, I explore the shifting edges between spirit and self — through nervous system cues and the role of fantasy as a language spirit can borrow, among other things.

This isn’t a map, but a meander. Not a how-to, but a here’s-what-it’s-like-for-me.

If you’ve ever asked yourself, “Am I just making this up?” — this one’s for you.

✨ Why I Work with Demons and Angels

Not good versus evil—but two side of the same coin. The Goetic and Angelic chains aren’t opposites at war. They’re reflections across a cosmic mirror. I don’t believe in fallen grace—I believe in choice and owning one’s individual path.

When you're working with spirits that don’t come with a face, sometimes giving them one can help bridge the gap between your world and theirs. In this post, I explore the power—and the caution—of anthropomorphizing the divine, and why offering a human form to a nonhuman presence might just be the translator your practice needs.

🖊️ The one with the spelling error…

What started as “Oh, thanks! I made it myself” turned into a full-time dream. ✨ In this blog post, I share the origin story of A’Mused — from channeling spirit portraits to crafting wearable altars — and how trusting my intuition changed everything. Whether you’re a longtime supporter or just found your way here, I hope this story resonates. 🖤

An A’Musing introduction