I fell in love with a beautiful man who was seeking the services of a shaman. Within a few months we were engaged to be married and had a wonderful summer planned full of camping and visiting my very large extended family to share wisdom, love and smiles.

As we were trying to move on with our life, our past kept coming back to haunt us. Cops were called. Threats were made and we soon found ourselves running for our lives. We finally just packed a suitcase and fled but after a couple of days “on the run” my body gave out and I had a stroke or a seizure but no one really knows. All I know is that I woke up in an ambulance as EMTs told me what had happened.

During the interrogation as my lips were swollen from biting them so hard, I was told I was not a writer nor had I ever written a book or done anything with my life. It took three days to convince the staff to Google my name or read articles about what I had done. I was called “grandiose” and “delusional” for claiming my religion as shamanism and I was held against my will in a hospital for 8 days.

When I was finally released, my fiance was no longer my fiance and our brief but awesome love affair relegated to some type of shamanic Romeo and Juliet with an uncertain ending. But my questions have no easy answers. Why would it matter if I were a shaman or not? If I had found a framework for healing that worked for me in order to heal from some really horrific trauma, why would that matter?

A handful of very loud and very vocal critics continue to try and dump their shit on me and in me and around me. When I decided to no longer be a dumpground, I started speaking my truth in blogs and on YouTube. With my truth revealed the shit started backing up. With neither of us willing to take responsibility for the mountain of shit, a tidal wave of psychological garbage threatened to take us all down. It’s just a few people who get upset by the things I post. Other than that, no one really cares. Unfortunately it’s my closest friends and family that appear to be threatened by the truth.

It is Thursday. I am still a shaman. I know myself 100%. And the dumground is still closed. And I am just watching the shit pile up with a bemused detatchment. Like Madonna said in her song “Human Nature”, “I’m not your bitch don’t hang your shit on me.”

ALL THINGS GO: How I Became A Shaman

In April of 2013, Author Eric Durchholz had a near-death experience followed by a soul transfer. As a result, he died and was replaced by a new consciousness named Patrick John Coleman. A new soul in a full-grown body… much to the confusion of his friends and family. As the new age concept of a walk-in soul is relatively unknown to the mainstream, a growing army of walkins are coming to this planet in a “Divine Invasion” to set this polluted and hateful world back on a course towards peace. As Coleman struggled to find out where he came from and what happened to Eric, he turned to the great psychic researchers Edgar Cayce, Jane Roberts and Esther Hicks for answers. In doing so he found he had uncanny connections to them while also uncovering a plot by his family to keep him silent. The book also includes several hours of specially produced video footage including reenactments of key events linked via QR Codes so keep your smartphone handy and get ready for a mindbending, soul-expanding thrill ride. To Purchase, click here