Today we’d like to introduce you to Stacy Jane Kluck.
Hi Stacy Jane, please kick things off for us with an introduction to yourself and your story.
My story falls in the genre of dark comedy. A funny, painful, absurd series of synchronous twists, leaps, and loops that eventually revealed itself as spiritual.
From the moment I entered the world, I was obsessed with magic, energy, movement. I came out kicking. I never stopped. I let the world boldly know who I was. Running naked around the house, I belted out, “I’m a Witch Tee Hee,” falling into fits of laughter. I rebelled against everything mom asked me to do. When I read books or watched movies, I cared less about the pretty princesses and their romantic endeavors, and was more fascinated by the witches (and their cats), waving bony hands, working magic. Who cares about pretty when there are unseen forces to engage? I consistently preferred the villain. Their characters were so much more rich, real, and engaging. I fell in love with the shadow.
I never planned to become a practitioner of healing. I wanted to be a professional dancer. I started dance very young. I couldn’t get enough. Movement was life. Creative expression and performance were fuel. I wanted to be on stage all the time. I loved stories. I was constantly in character. An only child, I spent much time alone, with my imagination, with my books. Outside in the trees, I created magical worlds, connected to the unseen.
Before long, I took dance training to the next level. Finding the best ballet school in Eau Claire, I dialed my focus in. I developed extreme discipline. I lived at the studio. I wanted to be perfect. Academically, I maintained a 4.0 GPA. I was first-chair French horn. It soon became glaringly evident that I was wired with no off-switch. I took everything too far. My perfection-seeking not only landed me as a highly-skilled individual, but also a 75 lb anorexic committed to a psych ward my freshman year of high school. I held my body to a rigid line for what would become decades.
I went on to receive a BA in Dance at the University of Iowa. At the moment my ballet technique had reached its apex, I fell in love with photography. In that spark of passion, the new experience of being the observer rather than the object, my intuition told me to walk away from dance and pursue photography instead. I surrendered to the intuitive hit and stayed an extra year to add on a BFA in Art/Photography. Diving fully into the art world, I also dove into the world of alcohol, sex, and cocaine. I didn’t have an off-switch with these, either. They all quickly turned into addictions and -isms.
Upon graduation from the University of Iowa, I moved to Chicago to attend the MFA Photography program at Columbia College. A new variation of darkness crept in. Before I knew it, I was drinking daily, often during the day, often alone, sometimes upon awakening. I wanted to die. I had lost my discipline, my high energy, my spark. I felt myself giving up. Knowing I was in no place to finish the program, I quit. I spent the subsequent years working in bars and restaurants, making a career of alcoholism, addiction, and self-ruin. I will spare you the details. (I’m working on a memoir to cover all that). Suffice to say it got real, real dark.
At one of my worst gutter moments, a woman appeared and planted the seed of healing. I only met her briefly. I do not remember her name or even what she looked like. She was an acupuncturist. For reasons I will never know, she offered me a free session. I was so broke, that was the only way I would have ever said yes. I went in for the session. She did some energetic testing and got a concerned look. “You don’t have any life force energy available,” she said, “I don’t know how you get out of bed in the morning.” “That makes two of us,” I responded.
Over the following year, the darkness escalated. I hit a number of consequential rock bottoms that rattled my life and my family. I never thought about acupuncture again…until the day I did. At exactly the moment I felt I was out of options, I unexpectedly heard an inner voice say, “Acupuncture.” Like all great ideas I would get, I immediately forgot about it. A few months later, however, on a day off from my bar job, I was walking down Lincoln Square to day drink. Despite having walked that street many, many times, that day, my gaze happened to lift up and fall upon a sign I had never noticed before. It read: “Lincoln Square Acupuncture: sliding scale community-style.” I walked the stairs and gave it a shot. After the session, I felt emotion surging up. I sobbed for hours. Not being one to feel much, I was intrigued. The strange pins had done something. Curious, I kept going back.
One visit, while relaxing with the needles, I heard that inner voice, “This is what you’re supposed to do.” I didn’t understand. I also didn’t question. When the acupuncturist came to remove the pins, I said, “I need to do what you do. Where do I go to learn this?” He wrote down the name of a respected school in the city. Pacific College of Oriental Medicine. The next morning, I went to the admissions office. I started the program 3 weeks later. I had stepped through the door. In my education, I discovered that I loved working with clients. I loved hearing their stories. I loved watching them heal and transform. I loved watching things change that they had been told were impossible to change. I loved watching them take their power back. When I graduated 4 years later in 2011, I was not the same.
License in hand, I returned to Iowa City to work as an associate for another acupuncturist. There, I was introduced to Healing Touch, an energy healing modality that works with the biofield (chakras, aura layers, etc). I started as a client. I loved the experience. I saw how it was opening up possibility in my life. One day, I went in for a healing session and my practitioner said, “I think you would really take to this work. We are having a Level 1 class in two weeks.” My response: “I’m broke and I don’t have a car.” She countered, “I’ll give you a ride, and we’ll give you a scholarship.” I attended the class. I loved the work. But I was still broke and didn’t see the point. By then, however, all the old lady healers in Iowa City had my number. I kept receiving invitations for all subsequent level trainings. I tried to say no nearly every step of the way. They didn’t let me. I eventually completed my certification. Despite defiant beginnings, I came to embody the work. It changed me.
Though entry into the healing arts had greatly helped tone down my drinking extremes, the insidious beast remained active. In 2014, it caught up with me. I’ll spare the details and consequences, but the end result was a feeling of devastation and resignation. I wasn’t sure if I would ever practice again freely. The only thing that had ever truly given me a sense of meaning and purpose was healing work. The thought that this might be gone sent me to a new level of hopelessness. Only this time, I heard an inner message, “This is supposed to be happening. You must keep going. It is part of the deal.” The pain was real, but I trusted.
I moved to Austin in 2015. After 9 months, the board of medicine issued my license to practice in Texas. Having flatlined emotionally, I didn’t take much action to start a practice. I had all but given up. My daily drinking was once again excessive. Only now, there was no relief in the bottle, not even a single good feeling. Knowing I had exhausted all options, I finally surrendered and stepped into my first AA meeting in 2016. It stuck. Sobriety changed my life. Concurrently, I dove deep into the study and practice of meditation. I would never be the same.
I rented a space, but didn’t know how to build a practice. I had the intuitive hit to go to massage school. Not everyone ‘believed’ in acupuncture and energy healing, but everyone wanted massage. I quit my bar job and enrolled at Lauterstein-Conway. As a person who has always resonated with the more energetic, esoteric spaces, I did not particularly like massage. But it gave me a starting point. After graduation, I found steady work.
Little by little, my acupuncture practice began to grow. I did not market or advertise. I did not focus on “building a practice.” Knowing that energy governs reality, I focused on inner work, getting myself in energetic alignment. I followed the 12-Step “trust god, clean house” mantra. I didn’t worry about making anything happen. I simply did the next right thing in front of me. By the next right thing, I mean things that often seemed unrelated to my practice. Filling the gas tank. Sweeping up the cat litter. I was patient. I let things unfold at their own pace. By focusing this way, I didn’t even notice what I was building. Until one day, I looked up to see I had a busy enough acupuncture practice to drop all my massage therapy gigs.
Next, I was introduced to craniosacral therapy. Per the pattern, I started out as a client. My intuition told me to follow it, that it would fit right in with my current way of working. I had already been combining acupuncture with energy healing for a few years. Now I could add craniosacral to the mix. Without realizing what was happening, I was developing my own method of hybrid healing. I would feel the patient’s pulses and balance the meridians with the insertion of acupuncture needles. Then, instead of leaving the room, I would stay with the client and do hands-on work. Sometimes, I was called to engage the craniosacral system. Other times, I was called to explore the biofield. Every session was a new experience. This kept it fun and dynamic. I eventually finished the Upledger Craniosacral Therapy certification in 2023.
In 2018, I developed a chronic pain and restriction pattern in the left side of my body. I did not fight with it. I heard the message that it was a helper, that it would persist until the work it was inviting was done. It initiated an 8-year journey of intense, very solitary, spiritual work, more rigorous than anything I had ever done. The pain was a gift, it held me to the fire. Without it, I would have never gone so deeply in, and stayed.
In 2023, a series of synchronicities led me to psychic school. I hungrily dove into the program at Psychic Horizons Center. I found my home. I completed the 13-month Undergraduate Program, then went on to complete the 12-month Graduate Program. Per usual, I went all in. I did the Animal Communication Program, the Psychic Teacher’s Training Program, and the House Healing Program.
The psychic work has changed my life in ways that I could never fully express. It has deepened my practice, by way of deepening my capacity to listen. Psychic school has shown me that we are all wired as psychic. It is our primary mode of communication. The reason most people don’t believe or trust this is because they have too much noise running, too many programs in their field, so they cannot tune into the subtle. Many have a false narrative of what the word psychic even means. Psychic school was not ‘rational’ learning. It was experiential. It was hundreds and hundreds of hours spent in meditation and trance states, clearing out all that was not me so that I could become available to truly meet, witness, and encounter others, without judgment, without agenda, without trying to fix. More than anything, the study and practice of psychic healing has deepened my capacity for the practice of unconditional love. Psychic work is not about mind-reading or fortune-telling. It is about clearing away all the stories, all the judgments, all the programs, and viewing a person purely as spirit. There are few experiences in this world that are as validating as being truly seen in this way.
It brings me great joy to know that my childhood self got her wish. My life is magical. Miraculous. I see everyone, everything, as a gift, a helper, a friend. Every day, I get to connect with people, I get to laugh, I get to hear their stories, I get to dance and play with energy, I get to engage the brilliant forces of the unseen.
We all face challenges, but looking back would you describe it as a relatively smooth road?
I don’t know that I would call a Chironic journey smooth, but it has been a rich and illuminating ride. I think it was glorious. But then again, I have a unique relationship with pain. When it hurts, I want to go in further to explore. I can happily say that my life can be called many things, but dull will never be one of them. Besides, what fun is a smooth road? As the old phrase goes, “The obstacle is the way.” The rough road is what pushes us to get creative, to become more empowered at mastering the art of steering the wheel of our consciousness.
I do not believe that anyone in this human experience has a smooth road. The nature of our challenges is different. Some people have lifetimes of far darker Plutonian, traumatic, transformative themes, while others have overall lighter lifetimes, but in all of those cases, the impact of the challenges is relative to their baseline. That being said, I do believe we can go about life — and partake in dynamic evolution of the soul — with a cultivated sense of ease. Ease comes when we get out of our own way and stop giving ourselves resistance. When we surrender to the reality of what is. Even if the road gets real rough, the road itself is never the problem. Suffering comes from the fight.
The real rigor is in using these challenges as opportunities to develop and practice the tools that create a solid internal foundation, namely: personal responsibility, boundaries, self-worth, and detachment from outcome.
Though this type of inner work is not for the faint of heart, it is worth it. I can say with joy that these days, when a client comes in, I have the capacity to be fully present. I can look at them through a lens of non-judgment, curiosity, and unconditional love. I see them as completely empowered, no matter the way they are presenting. I validate and honor their inner wisdom, even if they do not.
I am grateful for the challenges, for my own wounds, because they have pushed me to do the work that allowed me to reach this place of love and presence. In this holographic universe, the way to become an effective agent of healing is to do your own inner work, to cultivate your presence. The more obstacles in the road, the more work you are invited to do.
Thanks – so what else should our readers know about Stacy Jane Kluck, L.Ac?
I run a private practice. I offer the in-person services of Acupuncture, Craniosacral Therapy, and Healing Touch energy work. The majority of my sessions are hybrid sessions, in which I balance the meridians with the insertion of acupuncture needles, then stay in the room to perform a full hands-on healing session that either focuses out in the biofield or deep in the craniosacral system. However, if a client wishes for a session of any single modality standing on its own, that is happily honored.
I offer all of my Clairvoyant services — Individual Readings/Healings, Animal Communication, and House Healing — virtually.
I am currently open to taking new clients.
I specialize in creating a sacred space in which clients may experience themselves as spirit, to feel safe enough to take off the armor and bask in their true essence, to reconnect with their innate wisdom and power.
My philosophy is that every client is fully empowered and that they do their own healing work. I do not do anything to, nor for, anyone else. Healing is a sacred act between the individual and Source. I am there to listen and validate, to notice the subtle restrictions, programs, and issues that may have not yet reached conscious awareness. As soon as an unseen part of a person is noticed, it responds. I am there to maintain a high vibration, and to hold a space of non-judgment, unconditional love, and support. Even as my hands are making contact or performing techniques, it is all following the guidance I am receiving from the client’s inner wisdom.
Healing is ultimately about facilitating the release of all energy in the person’s space that is not theirs and is not in present time. When a person is updated to present time, they exist in a space of unlimited potential. The sky is the limit.
I love watching people routinely defy the physical laws of the 3rd dimension. I love knowing that not only are miracles possible, they are a regular, working, reliable part of our experience.
Any big plans?
I plan to continue my in-person work as well as my virtual clairvoyant services. Each type of work reaches a different dimension of the person. I love the variety. I have been finding increased magic happen with people when we partake in psychic work. I suspect down the road, my work will lean more heavily in this direction. The level of transformation I experience in both myself and in others when we tap into this particular realm fills me with a sense of awe.
Last fall, I gave my first opening keynote speech at the Healing Beyond Borders Annual Energy Healing Conference. I loved it. I am looking to expand my vocational scope to include more speaking, writing, and teaching engagements. I started a rudimentary, experimental podcast last year that I am looking to develop further. I am also interested in creating a program to teach people basic energy tools to consciously manage their psychic and energetic space.
On a personal level, I recently completed a 6-month intensive memoir-writing workshop. I discovered that I have multiple books in me.
Mostly, I am following my inner guidance and taking action on the messages I receive. I am curious to see what emerges.
Contact Info:
- Website: https://www.stacykluck.com
