Theia has been practicing relational magick since she first pricked her heel in a midwestern fairy ring of wayward cacti and fell headlong into the underworld, facing her own mortality at the tender age of fourteen and spending seven years there before she caught a gasping breath of air on the surface again.

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She stumbled out of the treeline into her world, dazed and dizzy from visions of things she couldn't explain and spent 11 years in automatic survival, pleading with the unseen to offer her respite and bring her back to something familiar.

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Spiritual teachers came and went, some leaving deeper marks than others, some leaving wounds.

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She would have to face her death one more time at 33 before she was allowed to truly live.

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Finding her way back to herself proved challenging, but along the way she met human and non-human alike that would be her companions on the path and help her find her path through bramble and brush.

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From the golden plains, to the coastal redwoods, to the red-rock deserts of the sonora, she traveled far and wide to find a place to call home, both within and without.

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But it wasn't until she felt safe to be herself that she finally found the rock-cleft of her heart, fire already kindled, hearth already warmed, friends already gathered, some of them she recognized from journeys before.

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She now lives in the rock-face forests where she practices goetic magic and spirit of place work from a relational and deeply animistic lens and tends the School of Limitation.