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

03/04/2026

I was cleaning up the garden today and I noticed these raindrops that froze on one of my statues and I thought it was very fitting for the current status of the world because let’s be real, even the gods and goddesses are not ok with all of this. Hell, even Satan himself would be embarrassed and infuriated. The ancestors are rolling in their graves. Especially the ones that sacrificed so much to fight the N***s from taking over the world just to watch their descendants become the N***s hellbent on taking over the world. Today’s full worm blood moon lunar eclipse has been busy today ushering in hope and out all the things that hold us in one place. Meditation. Ritual. Water. Exercise. Nature. It’s heavy right now I know but find your peace in the chaos.

02/26/2026

Since my awakening over 13 years ago I’ve been to 3 catholic masses. On each of those occasions I’ve been asked; “do you see angels and ghosts?” The answer has always been “no” I do not see celestial beings but I do feel energy. All the energies. Every prayer. It’s always after communion when you go back to your pew and kneel and pray. It’s like a monsoon of energy like the old tidal wave pool at amusement parks. It comes without warning, knocks you on your ass, drags you around for a bit scraping your knees and elbows on all the rough edges and then it fades away. The begging, the pleading, the bargaining. I cannot sit here and tell you where they go, the prayers. I can however tell you they do go somewhere. I’ve felt it. I personally believe that there are many different sources of energy, different gods, ghosts, goddesses, deities. I believe our prayers and wishes are received by those that can help us most efficiently. Tonight I’m asking you to have faith that there is something bigger than all of us listening. Receiving our requests. Some old friends of mine are going through a loss that no parents should ever have to experience. To all my shamans, witches and weirdos please send all of your energy, prayers, mojo, wishes, distance healing, voodoo, love, light and reiki to the family and friends of a young Delaney who passed on today. May they find patience, strength and healing on this journey and may Delaney rest in eternal peace until they meet again.

02/24/2026

When I was a kid I had a friend who was always smiling and happy. Nicest kid you’d ever meet. One day my friend stopped smiling as much. Then one day my friend stopped talking. My friend went from happy to anxious and crabby. We were just kids but we knew something was wrong. We just didn’t understand what or how to handle the situation. Our parents would ask if this friend was OK and we would cover for them and say “of course, of course everything’s fine” because we were just kids and we wanted to protect our friend. So we went on like nothing was happening because that’s what we thought was best. Because we were just kids. As the days and weeks and months went by we watched our friend slowly fade away. I remember at lunch my friend would just pace back-and-forth with this blank stare. Every day. Still, we went on like nothing was happening because we were just kids. Then came the day that we learned that a group of students had been sexually assaulted by a school employee. My friend included. From that day I’ve tried to help build a safer world in any way I could because gone were the days of the comfort of willful ignorance. No matter how uncomfortable it might be, I learned we have to acknowledge and support victims and be mindful of current situations. We need to talk about it. Listen. Demand change. Demand accountability. Honestly I do wish I could go back and change what happened because the truth is, we were just kids and then we weren’t. Like we learned back then all we can do is move forward this time knowing something is happening and ready to do something about it. For my friend. If you or someone you know are the victim of sexual assault or abuse please call 800.656.HOPE. You are not alone.

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.

Billy Tyler Healing

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