🏡 Help Tré Taylor Build Her Tiny House Dream

The Leopard Lodge Manifesto:

A Halloween Letter to My Fellow Misfits

October 31st, 2025 — Rockaway Beach, California
By Tré Taylor (and Bleep, the tattoo with a swearing problem)

The veil is thin today.
The coffee’s down to 12 ounces.
And I’m sitting by the Pacific, feeling the hum of her heartbeat steady my own.
This is what healing looks like in my world:
less caffeine, more clarity,
more compassion, fewer ghosts.

I was born in the revolution—1962—
a child of artists, chaos, and contradictions.
My father was a Viking in stature, an artist in soul, and a man silenced by ghosts no one could see.
My mother, a Leo Venus hummingbird who dreamed of Egypt, aliens,
and being rescued by light she could never quite reach.
She was my first teacher in magic and madness.
She suffered deeply—and so I learned early:
love can look like survival,
and survival can look like art.

I grew up clairvoyant in a house of shadows,
a little psychic girl who couldn’t stop feeling the pain of others.
They called it “overreacting.”
Now we call it neurodiversity.
I call it being wired for wonder.

☕ On Being a Cosmic Misfit

Fast forward sixty-some years and here I am—
a soul that never quite fit its human suit.
Too bright for this frequency,
too sensitive for the noise,
too awake to play along with the Matrix reruns.
I stim, I sing, I sass, I see angels and archons and absurdities.
And on Halloween, I see everything.

This is the day for cutting cords and calling home your spirit.

It’s the day to forgive your ancestors,
and yourself,
for the mess and the miracle that made you.

Because tonight, the spirits are listening.
And so are we.

🕯️ To those who wander, but are not lost.

This message is for you—
the natural witches, the starseeds, the aliens stuck in Earth’s traffic jam.
The neurodiverse, the wild ones,
the late bloomers, the truth seekers,
the funny ones who’ve been through hell and came back with glitter on their shoes.

You are not alone.
You are the tribe I’ve been building in my dreams.

I’m calling it The Leopard Lodge.
Think Elks Lodge, but with better cocktails and weirder stories.
A sanctuary for musicians, mystics, healers, and creative badasses
who still believe in laughter as medicine and love as rebellion.

Imagine:
Tiny homes under the stars.
A music studio kitchen serving fried chicken, pie, and redemption.
A retreat where the neurodiverse can rest and create.
Where we write songs, tell jokes, and dance the demons into therapy.

💫 The Invitation

So here’s my Halloween vow:
I’m going to build it.
A space online and in real life
where the Others can gather.
The ones who don’t fit in the neurotypical mold.
The ones who’ve seen behind the curtain.
The ones who know that Heaven and Hell are both internal design choices.

If you’re out there—alien, angel, artist, or anomaly—
drop me a line.
Tell me your story.
Let’s build this paradise together,
one song, one meal, one laugh at a time.

Because if the Elks had their lodge and the Moose had theirs—
it’s about damn time the Leopards got one too.

🌿 Help Me Build “The Leopard Lodge”

A Tiny House Sanctuary for Creatives, Healers & Dreamers

I’m asking for a miracle — but one that could grow into something much bigger than me.

I’ve spent my life singing for others, lifting spirits with laughter, food, music, and love… yet at 62, after surviving homelessness, trauma, and too many near-death experiences to count, I still don’t have a safe place to live. I’ve been living in my van — my glitter-covered time machine — creating art and healing wherever I go. But now, I need a foundation. A home. A forever nest on wheels.

I’ve found the tiny home I want — my dream cottage on wheels — under $200,000. It’s beautiful, modern, and fully movable. It would allow me to finally have a safe, legal, permanent place to park, to create, to rest. But more than that, it would become the first spark of something bigger:

A Tiny House Village for Artists, Neurodiverse Souls, and Elders of the Road.

I imagine a sanctuary where the “beautiful misfits” can come home — musicians, writers, van-lifers, healers, single women on fixed incomes, people like me who’ve spent their lives giving and creating but never had a safety net. A place with gardens, shared kitchens, outdoor stages, laughter, bonfires, and jam sessions under the stars. A place for all the ones turned away because their van was “too weird” or their story didn’t fit the system’s mold.

This dream could start with one home — mine — and a piece of land where others could eventually join. I’d love to park it long-term in Northern California or Oregon, where communities like this are actually encouraged. With support, we could create a cooperative village that grows into a model for sustainable, affordable living — built around creativity, community, and compassion.

I’m looking for angels, collaborators, partners, or even someone with land who wants to be part of something magical and meaningful. If you have resources, land, or funds to help me buy this tiny home — or if you simply believe that art, music, and love can heal the world — I invite you to join me.

Every donation, every share, every act of faith is a brick in this dream. Let’s create a living example of what’s possible when we care enough to build something better — one tiny home at a time.

💛 A Tiny Home Miracle for Tré 💛

For over seven years, I’ve lived full-time in my van — through illness, surgeries, heartbreak, and the kind of storms that either destroy you or transform you. I chose transformation. I chose sacred.

But I’m tired. My body and spirit need rest. I’ve come so far, and I’m proud of that, but I can’t keep living this way. I need a safe, permanent home — not luxury, just stability and peace.

I’ve found a beautiful tiny house on wheels — the Cascade Max — for under $200,000. It’s not just a dream; it’s a lifeline. With your help, I can make a down payment and secure a legal, affordable place to park it — hopefully in Oregon or Northern California, near my creative tribe.

I’m a jazz singer, songwriter, and writer — learning new skills in AI and storytelling — slowly rebuilding my life and creating something meaningful out of the ashes. This isn’t a get-rich-quick story; it’s a get-whole-again story.

Your kindness could literally save my life and help me finally rest my head in a home that’s mine — a sanctuary where I can heal, create, and give back through art, music, and community.

If your heart feels called, please help me take this next sacred step.
✨ Every dollar, every share, every prayer matters. ✨

👉 Photos of the Cascade Max Tiny Home

🏡 Donate to the GoFundMe HERE

Help Tré Taylor Find a Safe, Permanent Home — Every Dollar Brings Her Closer!
Every share, prayer, and dollar gets us closer to heat, housing, and hope.

💛 Tiny house, big heart — one step closer to a safe home.

With love and deep gratitude,

Tré Taylor
Singer • Writer • Healer • Dreamer