About Tess

About Tess
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When I was a kid, my mother would introduce me to her friends by saying, “This is my creative child.” She said it like a grand presentation, as if there was no higher calling. I was always drawing, painting, coloring, making things. My mind was a fertile landscape where I fantasized about inventing a round car, having alternate sets of parents, being a famous actress/artist/athlete, and shapeshifting into animals. I did something else, too. As a result of childhood trauma, I’d escape from the present and time travel into the future where I would hang out with my adult self. I didn’t know that this was a valid therapeutic practice in reverse: instead of connecting with my inner child, I connected with my inner adult.

My mother, a master quilter, fostered my artistic side, while my father, a chemist, instilled the importance of science. The one sentence he’s said that has stuck in my brain more than any other is, “If it can’t be scientifically proven, it doesn’t exist.” My mother was a woman of faith. My father was a man of practicality. In my childhood, I was torn between the two.

When I was in high school in the Midwest, I attended a leadership camp that had some touchy-feely woo-woo elements to it. One day, I was partnered with one of the camp facilitators in an exercise, and I told him I was having trouble concentrating because I had a headache. We didn’t have easy access to any medication so he told me to close my eyes, and he led me through a series of visualizations. First, I was to map out exactly where the pain was in my head and describe it to him. How big? How thick? In one piece? What shape? Did it have a color? Was it pounding or pulsating or just hanging out? Once I’d identified my headache, he told me that headaches don’t like attention and it would start to move. He suggested that as it moved, I could watch the headache shrinking and leaving. He also suggested that I could speed up the process if I asked the headache what it was trying to tell me. 

Not only did this work beyond my expectations, it blew my mind. I began to wonder where mysticism fit into the world, and more specifically, where it fit into my world. As I approached college, my interest in both art and science left me with two competing career options. I’m certain now that my unconscious shamanistic leanings helped me decide to attend film school over medical school. 

Shortly after I moved to California, I stumbled on the Louise Hay book, You Can Heal Your Life, and from that point on, every pain or injury I had, I would look up in the book to understand what may have caused the problem and how I could heal it with the power of my mind. Even when I needed to partner with Western medicine to correct a physical ailment, I was still very conscious that everything that happened to me was a message to receive and a lesson to learn.  

In the early 90s, I discovered that Louise Hay held a weekly support group in West Hollywood for the AIDS community called the Hayride. I started going just to learn more about her. Louise introduced me to the work of Marianne Williamson whose first book, A Return to Love, had just been published, and I was pulled headlong into New Age thinking. My lifelong fascination with the human body and its potential had been skewing away from modern medicine toward wisdom traditions that were more native, ancient and spiritual. Judith Orloff and Caroline Myss sparked my interest in the field of intuitive healing. But while I spent decades in utter fascination with the mind/body/spirit connection, I still identified and made my living as a writer.

Then came Covid, which descended on my friend Jonathan in May of 2020 and quickly turned dire. As an act of desperation, I began leading a group of friends in a daily visualization via Zoom that drew from ideas I’d collected from a lifetime of study. I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing, which is to say, I didn’t have time to doubt or judge it. Instead, I’d wake up each night, and in the space between waking and sleeping, I would compose the next day’s visualization. 

Jonathan experienced a miraculous recovery, and for the next four years I began leading multiple groups with a diverse set of needs as a way of formulating and testing what I think creates the basis of healing and my own unique version of it.

  • The core of the work is love. Love for the people affected, love for the caregivers and healthcare workers, and even love for the disease or circumstance. Love is the only power that heals.
  • The universe wants us to be specific about what we most need. We must ask for exactly what we want to have happen, then imagine it happening. 
  • The language of the universe is energy. Everything in the universe is made up of energy, which vibrates at different frequencies. The energy that we each emit vibrates at a certain frequency. Our thoughts and feelings are energy that vibrate at a certain frequency. When we focus our thoughts on something, we emit a signal with a specific frequency. We can change the frequency and increase the vibration by changing or focusing our thoughts.
  • A group of two or more people sharing the same thought at the same time gives the thought more power, more energy. Focusing our thoughts and raising the vibration of our thoughts literally creates a laser that we can use as a tool for healing or change.
  • There is plenty of time to be negative or angry or resistant to what is happening. For the time we practice intuitive healing, however, holding only positive, light-filled, high-vibration thoughts is required.
  • When something is elevated beyond the norm, we call it art. The definition of art is “the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination.” Therefore, to achieve the art of healing, all we have to do is imagine it.
Wistfully imagining a better world.