Welcome! My name is Charlie and what happens when you meet with me is that a kind of poetry starts to write itself. What is heard is not likely going to be similar to what has happened when you have met with anyone else. I am an empty vessel that becomes full of what you are trying to offer yourself. I find myself speaking from a place located inside of you that includes past, present and future and many things in between. Since I have no technique or modality, there is room for many different lineages to appear.
Meetings may look or appear to take the shape of some or all of the following: clairvoyance, psychic mediumship, medical intuition, energetic healing, emotional catharsis, kundalini crisis support, spiritual guidance, past life information, future information. Those are but the appearances. The primary thing that happens, is that you are loved, seen and heard in ways that tend to satisfy a lifelong evasive path.
I work with anyone, of any age, any gender, any gender orientation, any religious belief.
Please visit the About Me page for more specifics about me. I am also the author of an upcoming book, Sanctuary: A Codex for Heart Centered Living. You can be a part of this ongoing work as I finalize the book by reading the sections posted here on my site. Enjoy, share and offer timely feedback as I complete the book.
I work by phone, Skype or email and in person. Prices for the work can be reviewed HERE.
You may also enjoy reading the many articles on my BLOG. Please peruse this site for a more thorough understanding of what is offered and contact me when you wish to meet. I also have a small STORE where a small selection of my poetry and cards are represented.
Poem titled “Ocean” written by Charlie Morris
“God cupped her breath of hand
and I, Ocean I, swelled with love
when breath of hand descended from above
and I, Ocean I, swept up to greet it
reached up sweetly, longingly to meet it
and felt the touch
of the open palm
and through this effort
I was Wave
and felt the call of Moon
dreamed of white capped rollers
and the shore coming soon
fell in love with liquidity
and this ancient rite of travel
paused when I saw the surf’s edge
and began to unravel
collapsing into the trough
of my own momentum.
I became so many
so effervescent many
and we tingled with the touch
we danced together
under the moon
I lay upon the Earth
and felt what was left
Then God winked at the moon
and she pulled a silken leash
rolling back the ocean
exposing the beach
I left with the tide.”