And so it begins, Psych-K, Taos and a Lonely Sock.


Some events you know will change your life forever—getting married, having a spawn (aka child), but some catch you by surprise. I had no idea what to expect when I signed up for the PSYCH-K event being held in Taos New Mexico.

What I did know, was that I was called to attend. Not literally as in some dude called me on the phone. This was a gut check. An instinct, like a migrating bird, or, if you prefer like Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters. Don’t worry. No mountains in my kitchen. Aside from the fact that I’m a nomad and don’t have a kitchen, it’s not like that.

Only, it kind of was. We had eighty-six people from all over the world, and many were like me—we couldn’t tell you why we were there, only that we had to be. We’ll just file this away as one of life’s fun little mysteries.

There was a lot of icing on this proverbial cake. My compulsion to attend was such that I skipped the fine print. If you know me, you know how unusual that is. 

It was a rare opportunity to receive the Basic training from Rob Williams (on the right)  preceded by a full day of explanatory science from Bruce Lipton (left. I’m the legs in the middle). They blew me away with their knowledge, passion and power. It’s hard to imagine anyone else doing what they did in those long, intense four days.

Day one was Bruce. The engineer and skeptic in me absorbed and analyzed his science behind the phenomena. I am intrigued by Quantum Entanglement and can’t tell you how much I enjoyed the day long talk. I think I learned more about Cellular Biology from Bruce than I ever did in school. 

And then there’s Rob. WOW. Not a very eloquent description perhaps, but perfectly accurate. 

So, what the hell is PSYCK-K? Think of it as a shortcut to reprogram the subconscious. Instead of months or years to get over your past trauma, drama or general BS, you can do it in as little as fifteen minutes. I kid you not. I won’t share other’s private issues, but I saw and experienced enough of my own transformation to be a believer. Our brains are computers. It’s a hack. Yes, there’s some “magic” involved, just go with it and find happiness. 

Those details I mentioned earlier? I wasn’t just utilizing this process with others; I was trained to be a facilitator. I’ve completed the Basic level. 19 hours of training. I’ll be doing the Advanced as soon as I can. 

If you’re interested, curious or need some assistance, let me know. You can do your own research here: PSYCH-K

Taos, NM

The Santa Fe Regional Airport was a bit of nostalgia for me. It reminded me of my Ramp-Rat days at Scottsdale Aviation Center in Arizona. We won’t go into just how long ago that was, suffice to say I wore a tiny tennis skirt and a white polo shirt. The guys’ leg attire was considerably longer. I recall one morning driving to work after, shall we say, a rough night on the town, holding said skirt out the window because it hadn’t had time to dry. Good times. 

That was all before my electrical engineering direction of course. The job didn’t pay much, but was fun. I got to fly in an R22 helicopter, a Learjet and a Gulfstream 3. 

I’ve always loved airports, but Santa Fe was a bit…sparse.

 On the upside, If you were to park there it will set you back a whopping $1 a day. It does boast what barely passes for a cafe, and maybe six tables. Once past security, there’s only one rather small holding space for the swarm of humans. You can step outside to a decent outdoor patio, but there was a smell out there that that had nothing to do with the smokers. Grudgingly, I passed on the odor and returned inside. 

I was also disappointed to discover the one vending machine with water was on vacation. Funny how your thirst level skyrockets the moment you realize you can’t get any of those bottles staring you in the face. It’s kind of cruel, really. In all fairness there was a drinking fountain between the two loos. After a quick glance I decided I could wait the 15-20 minutes before boarding. 

Still, it’s a quaint airport and full of southwest charm. Oh, and for the record, those boys at the Hertz counter were the happiest dudes I’ve seen anywhere in that job. Maybe it’s something in the water…


The majority of accommodations I have over the next couple of months are Airbnb. As promised, I’ll be reporting on each. This one was perfection. One-tenth of a mile from the El Monte Sagrado Resort where the event was held, I had my own private oasis complete with washer/dryer and hot tub for a fraction of the price. Not to mention the full size fridge and gas stove… Yeah, I love Airbnb.

I visited Taos back in 1989 with my Mother. It’s still quaint and charming as ever. Below are some photos of a lovely place in town called the Treehouse and the lawn of the Sagrado resort. Worth a visit!

When I returned to Tampa, I was struck by this sight. That sock went ‘round and ‘round until I left it behind. I’m an eternal optimist. I’m sure it found its mate. 

To those people I connected with thank you! You know who you are—tribe. I look forward, with great anticipation, to seeing how our futures entangle. 

If you’d like to read my nomad series, you can find the first blog here. Lisboa: Hilly Mazes of Alfama, a Cool Speakeasy, and Airbnb Review.

I am a space exploration enthusiast, electrical engineer, cultural anthropologist, crypto advocate and science fiction romance author. A newly minted nomad and PSYCH-K Facilitator, join me as I travel the world in search of insanely smart people, magic and adventure.

With Love,

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2 Responses to And so it begins, Psych-K, Taos and a Lonely Sock.

  1. Pete Robinson says:

    I enjoyed reading about your adventure in Taos. I wish the best for the sock and look forward to the next post.

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