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

02/02/2026

As the sun sets we close another Imbolc. The Gaelic celebration of the return of the light. The halfway point between winter and summer solstice. A celebration of purification. Of hope. A celebration of the goddess Brigid. A Brigid’s Cross for protection and divination and a white candle for light and purification. At a point in history full of so much evil, ignorance and heaviness it’s important to take a moment to check in with yourself and your spirits. It’s important to disconnect from the world and reconnect with yourself and nature.

01/27/2026

Throughout history a candle in the window has been a symbol of sanctuary, hope, hospitality and in many cases resistance. It’s a sign of solidarity in dark times. I read today that this trend is currently being revived in opposition to the fascist trump regime. Resistance. So put a candle in your window as a memorial to those we have lost to ice, a beacon of hope and unity in divisive times and a secret f**k you to trump, his supporters and all his n***s. **kice

01/23/2026

If you are not affected by the worldly events happening right in your own front yard I guarantee you are not being affected by the celestial events happening in the cosmos because the truth is you’re not a spiritually attuned “empath” you’re a privileged pick-me codependent people pleaser masquerading as a helper. If you do not wake up every morning, vibrating with injustice rage, then I’m sorry you are not a healer. You’re not even a decent person. Real witches resist. Real witches fight. So yeah sweeties, it’s probably not Mercury in retrograde putting you in a funk it’s probably that your thinly veiled racism and willful ignorance are starting to show a bit. To all my witches, weirdos and true empaths out there just breathe, drink water, hold a crystal, have an or**sm, punch a n**i, resist, fight and protect one another. F**k trump. F**k ice. **kice

01/13/2026

So this year I decided to decorate my house for Christmas and enter into a neighborhood decoration contest. Truth be told I hate Christmas. I think it’s a hypocritical holiday that this year especially we didn’t deserve in any way but because of all of the darkness around, I wanted to do something that maybe brought a little light back into this place. So I decorated and the whole process was truly frustrating and infuriating but also healing and inspiring. A couple weeks later I received a card in the mail from a neighbor thanking me for decorating and making the street beautiful. It was then I realized that I had created a small flicker of light and beauty in an ugly world. In that moment, I already felt like a winner because this neighbor is the last person I would ever expect to get a card like that from. Then I won third place in the contest! What started as me grasping at straws for the illusion of power and control turned into to something more healing and more inspirational than I ever imagined it could be. So thank you to all those who voted. I truly appreciate you!!! I look forward to any and all future creative endeavors!!!

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.

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