Many people who hear my story are often shocked that I am who I am today. However, they understand when I explain how it created & shaped me. I have a very rough past. My story is not for the faint of heart, or the closed minded. So, I will warn you now, please stop reading if you are easily triggered & wait until you are ready to face your demons.
For a long time now I have considered how I wanted to write this. At first, it was going to be a book. However, my guides had recently told me to write it as a short story and allow free access to it on my website for all to see.
For a long time now I have considered how I wanted to write this. At first, it was going to be a book. However, my guides had recently told me to write it as a short story and allow free access to it on my website for all to see.
The Fall into Darkness
I remember a few years ago I was buying lunch at the grocery store & there were articles on the women who had escaped what was said to be Horror in a Cellar. A woman in line had mentioned she couldn't even imagine going through something like that.
I had thought to myself. .. No, lady, you don't want to.
I am the oldest of 5, but was moved from the United States at age 9 when my father received full custody. Its a long, complicated story, but I basically lived in Canada as an only child until I was 19.
When I was 12 I heard my name, when no one was around. It was a woman's voice, a soft whisper, but I heard it clear as day. She called my name 3 times. I waited outside for hours, scared out of my mind, for my father to come home. This voice didn’t come from my head, it sounded as if someone was right beside me. I spoke with a friend's church pastor & he said I was probably just stressed, & to pray & seek medical attention if it kept happening.
Soon after friends, my father & other family members had all experienced something paranormal. The dog's we had would bark at nothing, hair standing on edge along their backs. A friend was pushed on my couch by a cold gush of wind, she didn't come over again after that. Friend's who slept over would have nightmares, or would feel eyes on them. I would see mist in rooms and knew something was there. It was a very dominating presence that did not like you.
One day while doing laundry I opened my basement door, laundry basket in hand, and at the foot of the stairs was a towel dangling in mid air. It was crumpled on the top, as if an invisible hand was holding it, and it was waving back and forth, like something was trying to make it clear that it was there. I blinked, thinking to myself, what the hell? Is this even real? Opening my eyes, it was still there. I threw down my laundry basket and ran outside, I would not go back into the house and stayed at a friend's.
We had a house blessing & I was convinced that it was taken care of, Poof, it's gone, just like that. Needless to say, when I walked in after they finished. .. the energy was thick, so very tense & it felt as if I was walking in high altitude & was being pushed down by gravity. Whatever they did shifted the energy alright. . But in a very negative way.
The experiences had finally stopped after a while, but my father changed. He was easily angered, started to drink a lot & became very abusive. I was taken away from all I knew & loved. I was ritualistically sexually & physically abused by my father from the ages of 13-18. It was utter hell. I was alone, & the one person I thought I could depend on took everything from me, my dignity, my quality of life, & even my soul.
It had ended with an attempted murder suicide. He couldn't finish it, so for two days I was in and out of consciousness... I waited for the right moment when I was finally free & escaped.
The nurses didn’t buy my “fell down some stairs” story and had the RCMP question me. I didn’t tell them everything, but I had told them of the attack. I think the most heart pounding moment of that entire ordeal was waiting in the police car as they took him away, towel over his head. It's like you forget to breathe, and it's pure horror thinking of all the different scenarios on how he could somehow find you and take you back.
For some reason, the story of "I don't remember" got him only a few days in the mental hospital, and he was set free.
I had remembered an old friend’s phone number and called for help. I basically lived on couches working retail & trying to figure out how to fit in. It was like living in a box, I might have escaped my prison, but I was still a prisoner. I was a princess who broke herself out of the tower, and going back into society was nothing like Disney makes you believe. I was so dissociated from myself, and constantly judged everything I did. I didn't trust anyone and my clothes fit two sizes too big because I felt awkward when people looked at me.
I literally did not have anyone because I didn't know how to let anyone in. I was so ashamed from where I had come from. Trust me, I think back to those days a lot and wish I could have done something more for myself to get away. It's something many victims of trauma go through and it eats away at you. It's a hell you remain in for a very long time, and it takes you of all people to realize that you hold the key to get yourself out of that internal prison.
My first time doing shrooms was when the pain finally hit me. It was like my soul came back, and for once it let me really embrace what I had endured. I was alone with a friend and let everything out. She convinced me to go to the police to ensure he couldn’t hurt anyone again.
The female police officer who had read my statement couldn’t stop crying. I was emotionless. I told her I didn’t think I was capable of crying anymore. I actually felt so bad for her, and guilty for making her cry. I kept telling her I was sorry. It's something that a lot of trauma victims, or people who have been abused for a long period of time have in common - you'll bump into a wall and even say sorry.
One of my gifts, also a curse, is that I feel everything very deeply. I could see other's pain and sorrow and it hit me deep. I would be in a crowd of people, and would recognize the wounds in others - I'd feel them, adding an even harder blockage to overcome when it came to being as carefree as everyone else. I wanted to be smiling and happy like my friends, but it was hard, it was like I was always just observing and taking them in, but never really socializing.
While at work one day, my grandmother had stumbled into the shop. She was shocked to finally see me after so many years. She said my mother had been looking for me, and she gave me her phone number. I haven't seen my mother in years, or my siblings. I needed family at this time. I needed to go home. The officer working on my case had said it’d be best to move to where I had more support, and they would try to take care of my case, so to keep them updated with my contact information.
I remember sitting down one day, wondering what I should do. Do I stay and see this case through? Living off a couch and making minimum wage because of an 8th grade education wasn’t getting me anywhere, even though it was better from where I came from, I was still miserable and didn't have any direction for my future. I felt so alone.
I prayed, to whatever higher power was there, and I felt it. A warm, invisible hand placed on my shoulder and I felt another point in a direction that signaled Arizona. I remember feeling this sense of relief, and tears of gratitude of knowing I’m not alone came rushing down my face.
My mother sent me a plane ticket and I arrived in Tucson in the middle of November, 2003. A complete culture shock from an ice-cold Canadian blizzard to feeling as if you were being cooked by the sun.
I had thought to myself. .. No, lady, you don't want to.
I am the oldest of 5, but was moved from the United States at age 9 when my father received full custody. Its a long, complicated story, but I basically lived in Canada as an only child until I was 19.
When I was 12 I heard my name, when no one was around. It was a woman's voice, a soft whisper, but I heard it clear as day. She called my name 3 times. I waited outside for hours, scared out of my mind, for my father to come home. This voice didn’t come from my head, it sounded as if someone was right beside me. I spoke with a friend's church pastor & he said I was probably just stressed, & to pray & seek medical attention if it kept happening.
Soon after friends, my father & other family members had all experienced something paranormal. The dog's we had would bark at nothing, hair standing on edge along their backs. A friend was pushed on my couch by a cold gush of wind, she didn't come over again after that. Friend's who slept over would have nightmares, or would feel eyes on them. I would see mist in rooms and knew something was there. It was a very dominating presence that did not like you.
One day while doing laundry I opened my basement door, laundry basket in hand, and at the foot of the stairs was a towel dangling in mid air. It was crumpled on the top, as if an invisible hand was holding it, and it was waving back and forth, like something was trying to make it clear that it was there. I blinked, thinking to myself, what the hell? Is this even real? Opening my eyes, it was still there. I threw down my laundry basket and ran outside, I would not go back into the house and stayed at a friend's.
We had a house blessing & I was convinced that it was taken care of, Poof, it's gone, just like that. Needless to say, when I walked in after they finished. .. the energy was thick, so very tense & it felt as if I was walking in high altitude & was being pushed down by gravity. Whatever they did shifted the energy alright. . But in a very negative way.
The experiences had finally stopped after a while, but my father changed. He was easily angered, started to drink a lot & became very abusive. I was taken away from all I knew & loved. I was ritualistically sexually & physically abused by my father from the ages of 13-18. It was utter hell. I was alone, & the one person I thought I could depend on took everything from me, my dignity, my quality of life, & even my soul.
It had ended with an attempted murder suicide. He couldn't finish it, so for two days I was in and out of consciousness... I waited for the right moment when I was finally free & escaped.
The nurses didn’t buy my “fell down some stairs” story and had the RCMP question me. I didn’t tell them everything, but I had told them of the attack. I think the most heart pounding moment of that entire ordeal was waiting in the police car as they took him away, towel over his head. It's like you forget to breathe, and it's pure horror thinking of all the different scenarios on how he could somehow find you and take you back.
For some reason, the story of "I don't remember" got him only a few days in the mental hospital, and he was set free.
I had remembered an old friend’s phone number and called for help. I basically lived on couches working retail & trying to figure out how to fit in. It was like living in a box, I might have escaped my prison, but I was still a prisoner. I was a princess who broke herself out of the tower, and going back into society was nothing like Disney makes you believe. I was so dissociated from myself, and constantly judged everything I did. I didn't trust anyone and my clothes fit two sizes too big because I felt awkward when people looked at me.
I literally did not have anyone because I didn't know how to let anyone in. I was so ashamed from where I had come from. Trust me, I think back to those days a lot and wish I could have done something more for myself to get away. It's something many victims of trauma go through and it eats away at you. It's a hell you remain in for a very long time, and it takes you of all people to realize that you hold the key to get yourself out of that internal prison.
My first time doing shrooms was when the pain finally hit me. It was like my soul came back, and for once it let me really embrace what I had endured. I was alone with a friend and let everything out. She convinced me to go to the police to ensure he couldn’t hurt anyone again.
The female police officer who had read my statement couldn’t stop crying. I was emotionless. I told her I didn’t think I was capable of crying anymore. I actually felt so bad for her, and guilty for making her cry. I kept telling her I was sorry. It's something that a lot of trauma victims, or people who have been abused for a long period of time have in common - you'll bump into a wall and even say sorry.
One of my gifts, also a curse, is that I feel everything very deeply. I could see other's pain and sorrow and it hit me deep. I would be in a crowd of people, and would recognize the wounds in others - I'd feel them, adding an even harder blockage to overcome when it came to being as carefree as everyone else. I wanted to be smiling and happy like my friends, but it was hard, it was like I was always just observing and taking them in, but never really socializing.
While at work one day, my grandmother had stumbled into the shop. She was shocked to finally see me after so many years. She said my mother had been looking for me, and she gave me her phone number. I haven't seen my mother in years, or my siblings. I needed family at this time. I needed to go home. The officer working on my case had said it’d be best to move to where I had more support, and they would try to take care of my case, so to keep them updated with my contact information.
I remember sitting down one day, wondering what I should do. Do I stay and see this case through? Living off a couch and making minimum wage because of an 8th grade education wasn’t getting me anywhere, even though it was better from where I came from, I was still miserable and didn't have any direction for my future. I felt so alone.
I prayed, to whatever higher power was there, and I felt it. A warm, invisible hand placed on my shoulder and I felt another point in a direction that signaled Arizona. I remember feeling this sense of relief, and tears of gratitude of knowing I’m not alone came rushing down my face.
My mother sent me a plane ticket and I arrived in Tucson in the middle of November, 2003. A complete culture shock from an ice-cold Canadian blizzard to feeling as if you were being cooked by the sun.
Spirits Rebellious & the Sleeping Prophet
I tell many people that Kahlil Gibran saved my life, or that I consider him a father-figure. My Aunt April, who is an amazing soul and more of a mother to me, had given me so many books, tarot cards, and inspiring means to hone my craft. She gave me all of her Kahlil Gibran books, and the first one had me in tears. Spirits Rebellious, changed my life. Everything I had felt to be what life truly was, was written in that book. The Prophet as well. Every time I opened it, I knew that God, the Universal energy of Love, was in that book. It made life seem magical again and fixed my gaze onto the goodness that surrounded me. Kahlil Gibran activated my light.
Another great influence was Edgar Cayce. I read many of his books and fell in love with the information he had channeled from his guides, and the work that he did. The named him the Sleeping Prophet because he would go into trance like states and read people for what they needed to cure illnesses, all within the body, mind and soul. I was amazed at his magic and thought to myself, if he can do it, so can I.
I was a natural with Tarot, could guess people’s zodiac signs, and read past, present, and future with looking up natal charts. If anyone had a question in the spiritual sense, I was typically the first person they thought of. All of this stuff just came to me, sometimes words would just come out of my mouth when around complete strangers, but it was always something that hit home for them. I remember making some people cry, and feeling so awkward, but their tears were ones of relief, and joy.
I had discovered magic within myself, and in my environment and was obsessed with all things unexplainable or healing through spiritual modalities. All of this stuff sparked my soul, and the fact that I could do it, gave me a sense of value in myself that I hadn’t known. The light within me was raging full force.
Another great influence was Edgar Cayce. I read many of his books and fell in love with the information he had channeled from his guides, and the work that he did. The named him the Sleeping Prophet because he would go into trance like states and read people for what they needed to cure illnesses, all within the body, mind and soul. I was amazed at his magic and thought to myself, if he can do it, so can I.
I was a natural with Tarot, could guess people’s zodiac signs, and read past, present, and future with looking up natal charts. If anyone had a question in the spiritual sense, I was typically the first person they thought of. All of this stuff just came to me, sometimes words would just come out of my mouth when around complete strangers, but it was always something that hit home for them. I remember making some people cry, and feeling so awkward, but their tears were ones of relief, and joy.
I had discovered magic within myself, and in my environment and was obsessed with all things unexplainable or healing through spiritual modalities. All of this stuff sparked my soul, and the fact that I could do it, gave me a sense of value in myself that I hadn’t known. The light within me was raging full force.
Karmic Soul Mates – Can’t Fight Fate
It wasn’t long before I had met my ex-husband. They said you marry a man like your father… The abuse didn’t start until I was p0regnant and we had moved into our own place together. He had a hard life, but didn’t know how to cope with his pain, and so it was projected onto me. He repeated the same cycles he had seen his mother endure from the men she had in her life. As was I…
The abuse had triggered my past. I re-opened my case in Canada after running away from it for so long. The RCMP had flown to the states and we did a video statement. For 6 hours, no breaks, I sat in that room and spilled it all. Every dark detail. They took photos of my scars and had me sign paperwork, agreeing to go to trial.
I remember seeing women who had that same look of defeat and utter embarrassment in their eyes from the marks on their face placed by the men they loved. I wanted to rescue them… it was a mirror telling me to save myself.
The crown of Canada had taken over my case in this time. They found my father and he took two lie detector tests, one came back as inconclusive, and the other he had a back spasm and was rushed away by an ambulance. He had to register as a sex offender, and that is all. My last email from an officer had said.. well I honestly haven’t read the entire email because it broke my heart. But basically, things had drug out too long and he can’t hurt me because I’m in another country.
Right before my divorce this urge to go to massage therapy school came over me. There is a lot more to it than that, but all the abuse, and turmoil had activated my past lives when I was a victim of the inquisition. I remember I kept seeing this image of myself with light coming out of my hands. I would also feel the sand on my feet, hear the soothing waves in my ears. There was also a vision of me meditating on the beach, and someone walked by and asked why I was glowing. I bought books on ancient healing modalities, primarily crystals and healing through the laying of hands, or intention.
I sat down one day and took my cards out. The cards I pulled basically said, “girl, get your ass out of here and go to the sea”. My mother and other family lived in California during this time. I put on my big girl pants and asked for help from whatever higher power was leading me, and everything shifted to taking me to California.
The abuse had triggered my past. I re-opened my case in Canada after running away from it for so long. The RCMP had flown to the states and we did a video statement. For 6 hours, no breaks, I sat in that room and spilled it all. Every dark detail. They took photos of my scars and had me sign paperwork, agreeing to go to trial.
I remember seeing women who had that same look of defeat and utter embarrassment in their eyes from the marks on their face placed by the men they loved. I wanted to rescue them… it was a mirror telling me to save myself.
The crown of Canada had taken over my case in this time. They found my father and he took two lie detector tests, one came back as inconclusive, and the other he had a back spasm and was rushed away by an ambulance. He had to register as a sex offender, and that is all. My last email from an officer had said.. well I honestly haven’t read the entire email because it broke my heart. But basically, things had drug out too long and he can’t hurt me because I’m in another country.
Right before my divorce this urge to go to massage therapy school came over me. There is a lot more to it than that, but all the abuse, and turmoil had activated my past lives when I was a victim of the inquisition. I remember I kept seeing this image of myself with light coming out of my hands. I would also feel the sand on my feet, hear the soothing waves in my ears. There was also a vision of me meditating on the beach, and someone walked by and asked why I was glowing. I bought books on ancient healing modalities, primarily crystals and healing through the laying of hands, or intention.
I sat down one day and took my cards out. The cards I pulled basically said, “girl, get your ass out of here and go to the sea”. My mother and other family lived in California during this time. I put on my big girl pants and asked for help from whatever higher power was leading me, and everything shifted to taking me to California.
Ancestral Karma & Past Life Trauma
There is so much I am still learning as I dive into my gift. One, that I have experienced firsthand is that we carry a lot of the karma from our ancestors through our DNA. Not only do we get disorders or physical issues, but also spiritual karma that projects into life experiences. A lot of us experience this from our immediate upbringing as it is programmed in us, but it can go a lot further than that to centuries past.
My ex husband was a soul contract to help heal that ancestral karma that my ancient family members past had placed onto my DNA. The most dominant ethic background I have is Scandinavian, or Viking. My father's ancestors came from Norway to Canada, and same story for my ex husband's. Many know of the Vikings as the Berserker's or rapists and pillagers. Of course they were also simple farmers who enjoyed peace, but they do hold their reputation as dominating the lands they would conquer in some extreme ways. I had to clear not only my own karmic lessons of sexual, metal, physical, emotional and spiritual abuse & violation, but a lot of my families. As you heal yourself, you heal those before, and after you. Thankfully my children will never have to face what I did as I had surmounted over the trials given to me in this life. The new cycle starts with them.
It’s a hard pill to swallow that I had to clear ancestral karma through my experiences, but it is also a badge of honor when you consider how much I worked on myself to rebuild myself in my own liking.
My father held a different story, other than the ancestral karma. This was a religious war I had fought many lifetimes past. I was a victim of the inquisition, one life that stood out the most was in Scotland - before the Unicorn became enslaved by the Lion. This trauma was the cause for me suppressing and denying my gifts, or having to hide them for so long. The wound that was deeply imbedded in my soul had to be ripped open in order to be healed as well. No more hiding. This wound was the push to master my gifts, by learning to master myself with their power.
The abuse was a lot like what pagans had to endure during the crusades. I would be beaten, and sexually abused so to admit things I did not do. My father was delirious and saw things that really didn't happen. He was by far mentally ill - as I had said it was something spiritual, but his own wounds and lifestyle he chose gave the darkness access to activate a monster that devoured his mind and soul. I was held in a dungeon as a prisoner, forever awaiting my trial...
When I took the time to read into the inquisition in the dark ages, I was astonished to see how close these methods of torture, or mental abuse was. I was reliving this trauma so to finally heal it. I had to release it because my soul ached so much from having to be so suppressed and forced to feel this wrath. It was like being punished for having a cure for connecting humanity to nature, or their souls again. I could on about my views on religion that this subject triggers in me, but the point being, working on healing myself from these wounds activated my magic; my gifts. It was a soul contract laid out to heal past life trauma, to end a cycle of suppression and victimization.
It also goes a lot deeper with the balance between the masculine and feminine energies of the earth. This New Age is actually a shift in polarities towards the feminine divine which opens the world up to the nurturing and healing it needs. The world is shedding a patriarchal power that has taken it away from the connection it needs with humanity and all that thrives on it.
My ex husband was a soul contract to help heal that ancestral karma that my ancient family members past had placed onto my DNA. The most dominant ethic background I have is Scandinavian, or Viking. My father's ancestors came from Norway to Canada, and same story for my ex husband's. Many know of the Vikings as the Berserker's or rapists and pillagers. Of course they were also simple farmers who enjoyed peace, but they do hold their reputation as dominating the lands they would conquer in some extreme ways. I had to clear not only my own karmic lessons of sexual, metal, physical, emotional and spiritual abuse & violation, but a lot of my families. As you heal yourself, you heal those before, and after you. Thankfully my children will never have to face what I did as I had surmounted over the trials given to me in this life. The new cycle starts with them.
It’s a hard pill to swallow that I had to clear ancestral karma through my experiences, but it is also a badge of honor when you consider how much I worked on myself to rebuild myself in my own liking.
My father held a different story, other than the ancestral karma. This was a religious war I had fought many lifetimes past. I was a victim of the inquisition, one life that stood out the most was in Scotland - before the Unicorn became enslaved by the Lion. This trauma was the cause for me suppressing and denying my gifts, or having to hide them for so long. The wound that was deeply imbedded in my soul had to be ripped open in order to be healed as well. No more hiding. This wound was the push to master my gifts, by learning to master myself with their power.
The abuse was a lot like what pagans had to endure during the crusades. I would be beaten, and sexually abused so to admit things I did not do. My father was delirious and saw things that really didn't happen. He was by far mentally ill - as I had said it was something spiritual, but his own wounds and lifestyle he chose gave the darkness access to activate a monster that devoured his mind and soul. I was held in a dungeon as a prisoner, forever awaiting my trial...
When I took the time to read into the inquisition in the dark ages, I was astonished to see how close these methods of torture, or mental abuse was. I was reliving this trauma so to finally heal it. I had to release it because my soul ached so much from having to be so suppressed and forced to feel this wrath. It was like being punished for having a cure for connecting humanity to nature, or their souls again. I could on about my views on religion that this subject triggers in me, but the point being, working on healing myself from these wounds activated my magic; my gifts. It was a soul contract laid out to heal past life trauma, to end a cycle of suppression and victimization.
It also goes a lot deeper with the balance between the masculine and feminine energies of the earth. This New Age is actually a shift in polarities towards the feminine divine which opens the world up to the nurturing and healing it needs. The world is shedding a patriarchal power that has taken it away from the connection it needs with humanity and all that thrives on it.
Bring the Shadow to Light
When I had first got to California and before I was in school, I was stuck. I hated everything. I was inspired to start my new life, but I lived in the middle of nowhere in a small town that had no work. There wasn't even a real bus system. I didn’t like relying on anyone, and I was dependent on my grandmother. I went to massage therapy school and bought a car as soon as my income taxes had come, and had also found a job working at my school. It was a good feeling to rebuild myself in a liking that was something I had envisioned.
I as on the honor roll in school, and was selected to go to a Dr. Oz show with other students. I missed the bus by like five minutes. No joke. I sat there, calm, not even disappointed as a feeling of, You are supposed to be in class today, came over me. My instructor saw I was there, and was all bummed out for me. He said he had the perfect video for me to watch about energy work.
Something had sparked within me. I asked a classmate if I could practice that on her. She laid down on the table and I placed my hands on her back. I remember focusing, clearing my mind and praying for her. I felt a bolt of warm energy flow through my head, down to my feet, my knees felt weak for a moment, and then it went through my hands. My classmate jumped off the table saying, “dude, your hands… they’re really hot!”
I felt so high, so clam and in the moment.
Just like magic, I had found an old box of mine I hadn’t open since my move, which had my stones and books about healing. There was one book that instructed how to preform energy work, and cranial sacral with crystals. I brought the book into my instructor and asked if I could get creative, he was totally fine with it.
I felt as if I belonged in X-Men or something. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt energy. I felt it expand like a force field when I worked on people. I would feel their chakras, a vortex of spinning energy and see different colors of the rainbow… visions, scenes or symbols would come to mind as well. This was also when I met my first spirit guide, my shaman. I had worked on people who claimed to have seen a native American Indian man, who shows them animals or scenes that relate to their life. I was shifting people by giving them a shamanic journey into their own mind. Everyone had a different experience, some just fell asleep and felt very peaceful, and one guy saw himself floating above himself lying on the table. I loved it, just like my tarot and astrology, I loved tripping people out and giving them a taste of magic.
When I began to work on myself… is when the shadow work came.
I as on the honor roll in school, and was selected to go to a Dr. Oz show with other students. I missed the bus by like five minutes. No joke. I sat there, calm, not even disappointed as a feeling of, You are supposed to be in class today, came over me. My instructor saw I was there, and was all bummed out for me. He said he had the perfect video for me to watch about energy work.
Something had sparked within me. I asked a classmate if I could practice that on her. She laid down on the table and I placed my hands on her back. I remember focusing, clearing my mind and praying for her. I felt a bolt of warm energy flow through my head, down to my feet, my knees felt weak for a moment, and then it went through my hands. My classmate jumped off the table saying, “dude, your hands… they’re really hot!”
I felt so high, so clam and in the moment.
Just like magic, I had found an old box of mine I hadn’t open since my move, which had my stones and books about healing. There was one book that instructed how to preform energy work, and cranial sacral with crystals. I brought the book into my instructor and asked if I could get creative, he was totally fine with it.
I felt as if I belonged in X-Men or something. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt energy. I felt it expand like a force field when I worked on people. I would feel their chakras, a vortex of spinning energy and see different colors of the rainbow… visions, scenes or symbols would come to mind as well. This was also when I met my first spirit guide, my shaman. I had worked on people who claimed to have seen a native American Indian man, who shows them animals or scenes that relate to their life. I was shifting people by giving them a shamanic journey into their own mind. Everyone had a different experience, some just fell asleep and felt very peaceful, and one guy saw himself floating above himself lying on the table. I loved it, just like my tarot and astrology, I loved tripping people out and giving them a taste of magic.
When I began to work on myself… is when the shadow work came.
Breaking Cycles & Conditioning
I fell in love with someone right before I finished massage therapy school. They opened my heart, and with the healing effects of massage and becoming intune with touch, I had actually made love with someone for the first time. I was for once, okay with being vulnerable. If anyone has suffered from abuse, on any form, massage is a great healing modality to bring you back into yourself, to be okay with touch, and to be open, again.
This man rejected me. Let me tell you something, there is no pain greater than a broken heart. Soon after, still full of tears ever day, I was in the grocery store and walked by a magazine that had "Elizabeth Smart Marries Her Prince Charming" on the cover. The RCMP had compared my case to the Canadian equivalent of Elizabeth Smart, so this had really triggered me to feel so... dark. It was unfair. What I had endured was much worse than hers, how dare she get her chance at a lasting true love, and I only get a taste...
I felt so penniless and unloved for so long. I was miserable. I shut the world out and hated everything. There was this overwhelming need within me for love. I didn’t realize at this time that I needed myself more than ever. I had to go through the darkness that was still within me to fully understand the cycles I was repeating which resulted in my blockages from love and the abundance I desired.
I used physical relationships as a means for validation. I had confused lust with love, or simple compliments as meaningful. I had a hard time even being close to my kids because my heart was so blocked. Those daddy issues, the issues of a broken heart, broken marriage, and broken soul projected into my environment as toxicity. I wanted to recreate the closeness I had felt with the one person I felt broke my heart more than anyone, because they got closer to me than others before. The wall was still so high… I wanted to tear it down, and expected someone to come along and break it down for me.
All this time, I had to realize it was Me that was to climb the tower, tare it down and repair my heart. No one could love me the way I wanted, unless I loved myself. The rejection, or dark personalities I was met with, were cues that the wounds I had ignored were infected and needed to be healed, and then released.
Money was a struggle for me. I came from a poor family, or rather an unstable one with bad habits with money. In my previous marriage, I was able to manage getting by, but on my own without any child support or help from my children’s father, it was a struggle to support two children including myself. My bills were paid, I could afford rent, but I could barely put food on the table or give my children the life they deserved. I was constantly in this state of mind of not enough. This stemmed from the value I placed on myself.
This man rejected me. Let me tell you something, there is no pain greater than a broken heart. Soon after, still full of tears ever day, I was in the grocery store and walked by a magazine that had "Elizabeth Smart Marries Her Prince Charming" on the cover. The RCMP had compared my case to the Canadian equivalent of Elizabeth Smart, so this had really triggered me to feel so... dark. It was unfair. What I had endured was much worse than hers, how dare she get her chance at a lasting true love, and I only get a taste...
I felt so penniless and unloved for so long. I was miserable. I shut the world out and hated everything. There was this overwhelming need within me for love. I didn’t realize at this time that I needed myself more than ever. I had to go through the darkness that was still within me to fully understand the cycles I was repeating which resulted in my blockages from love and the abundance I desired.
I used physical relationships as a means for validation. I had confused lust with love, or simple compliments as meaningful. I had a hard time even being close to my kids because my heart was so blocked. Those daddy issues, the issues of a broken heart, broken marriage, and broken soul projected into my environment as toxicity. I wanted to recreate the closeness I had felt with the one person I felt broke my heart more than anyone, because they got closer to me than others before. The wall was still so high… I wanted to tear it down, and expected someone to come along and break it down for me.
All this time, I had to realize it was Me that was to climb the tower, tare it down and repair my heart. No one could love me the way I wanted, unless I loved myself. The rejection, or dark personalities I was met with, were cues that the wounds I had ignored were infected and needed to be healed, and then released.
Money was a struggle for me. I came from a poor family, or rather an unstable one with bad habits with money. In my previous marriage, I was able to manage getting by, but on my own without any child support or help from my children’s father, it was a struggle to support two children including myself. My bills were paid, I could afford rent, but I could barely put food on the table or give my children the life they deserved. I was constantly in this state of mind of not enough. This stemmed from the value I placed on myself.
My Shaman
I took part in reiki or group meditation meet-ups for a short period of time. One meetup my Shaman had come through to me for the first time. I’ve felt his presence many times before, and he has shown me animals or little critters and bugs which had some meaning for me, but he hardly shows himself in his human form.
I was sitting comfortably on a couch, next to an older woman, and the meditational guide had some soft native American drumming music playing in the background as she instructed us during the meditation.
I was following her guidance, but in front of the scene I was trying to hold in my mind came a Native American man with a serene smile on his face. He just stood there, in my mind’s eye, in front of the scene and smiled. I pushed him away, figuring it was the music triggering my mind to think of Native Americans or something. He came through again. This time he spoke.
“Smile.” He said.
In my mind, I’m pretty sure I said something like, um, what...?
“Smile,” he said again, “It’s just that easy.” He smiled even wider, showing me that if he can do it, so can I. He then pointed to the woman sitting next to me, “Receive.” With his last spoken word, he disappeared.
When the meditation was done, and it was time for a reiki exchange, I asked the woman next to me if she could work on me. She was delighted to. As soon as she placed her hand on my heart, I bawled my head off. I have never cried so hard in my life. I was sitting there in a room full of people with snot and tears storming down my face while whaling away. It was a release. She unlocked my heart, and was guided by my shaman.
I was sitting comfortably on a couch, next to an older woman, and the meditational guide had some soft native American drumming music playing in the background as she instructed us during the meditation.
I was following her guidance, but in front of the scene I was trying to hold in my mind came a Native American man with a serene smile on his face. He just stood there, in my mind’s eye, in front of the scene and smiled. I pushed him away, figuring it was the music triggering my mind to think of Native Americans or something. He came through again. This time he spoke.
“Smile.” He said.
In my mind, I’m pretty sure I said something like, um, what...?
“Smile,” he said again, “It’s just that easy.” He smiled even wider, showing me that if he can do it, so can I. He then pointed to the woman sitting next to me, “Receive.” With his last spoken word, he disappeared.
When the meditation was done, and it was time for a reiki exchange, I asked the woman next to me if she could work on me. She was delighted to. As soon as she placed her hand on my heart, I bawled my head off. I have never cried so hard in my life. I was sitting there in a room full of people with snot and tears storming down my face while whaling away. It was a release. She unlocked my heart, and was guided by my shaman.
Metraton Magic & Kundalini Rising
I remember taking out my crystals one day and thinking to myself… how is it that I am able to change all of these lives, but here I am, suffering. I laid down and put on some meditation music on my phone and placed crystals on top of me.
My lemurian quartz used to give me a dizzy feeling when I had it on my third eye. I’d spin, it would feel as if I was falling into the crystal, or when you are so drunk and lie down, and the whole room starts to spin. I would stop because it freaked me out. But on this day, I let it take me.
This was my kundalini awakening. People had often asked me if I was high or taken DMT. No, I was sober. This was done from really taking in the healing power of crystals and releasing control, allowing my soul to expand to new heights. It was a beautiful experience where I had felt the vibration of stars and had my kundalini raised by a giant being who held my in their lap. I know this being now to be Metraton. I went back into my body with so much gratitude. I felt loved.
A major release had come soon after. It was difficult to deal with, but it's like opening your heart and then feeling it break again. I was instructed that this was normal, I felt it within myself, that I needed to write it out, to write what hurt and to fill this void with something positive.
I remember writing out stories before about my life, or the goals I wanted to obtain when I was going to school, and looked back to some of the things that had actually come true. I asked for magic, or some way to get myself out of this hole I felt I couldn't escape. I stumbled across the book The Secret and read about the Law of Attraction. I already knew the affects of intent when working in massage and the energy work I did, so it made sense to apply it when trying to manifest your goals and dreams. However, I also felt drawn to the moon. I incorporated my crystals, candles, and the phases of the moon and casted rituals on what my desires were. For everything I needed, and wanted; love, a career, to build my business, all of it. I created a ritual and prayed that I would be blessed with these things.
My lemurian quartz used to give me a dizzy feeling when I had it on my third eye. I’d spin, it would feel as if I was falling into the crystal, or when you are so drunk and lie down, and the whole room starts to spin. I would stop because it freaked me out. But on this day, I let it take me.
This was my kundalini awakening. People had often asked me if I was high or taken DMT. No, I was sober. This was done from really taking in the healing power of crystals and releasing control, allowing my soul to expand to new heights. It was a beautiful experience where I had felt the vibration of stars and had my kundalini raised by a giant being who held my in their lap. I know this being now to be Metraton. I went back into my body with so much gratitude. I felt loved.
A major release had come soon after. It was difficult to deal with, but it's like opening your heart and then feeling it break again. I was instructed that this was normal, I felt it within myself, that I needed to write it out, to write what hurt and to fill this void with something positive.
I remember writing out stories before about my life, or the goals I wanted to obtain when I was going to school, and looked back to some of the things that had actually come true. I asked for magic, or some way to get myself out of this hole I felt I couldn't escape. I stumbled across the book The Secret and read about the Law of Attraction. I already knew the affects of intent when working in massage and the energy work I did, so it made sense to apply it when trying to manifest your goals and dreams. However, I also felt drawn to the moon. I incorporated my crystals, candles, and the phases of the moon and casted rituals on what my desires were. For everything I needed, and wanted; love, a career, to build my business, all of it. I created a ritual and prayed that I would be blessed with these things.
Minerva
For a while I saw an owl, the shadow of an owl, heard about owls and saw them all over my social media outlets. It was nonstop. I felt inclined to call upon my spirit guides in a ritual.
I asked to speak to a spirit guide while holding amethyst, angelite, and selenite with a lavender candle. Minvera appeared on the other side of the candle’s flame as a woman with brown hair, brown eyes, a few light freckles and she was on fire, not by the candle flame, but she was surrounded by her own flame.
I blinked, thinking to myself, is this real?
“Yes. I’m real. Ask my anything.” She told me, in my mind as if she could read my thoughts.
I will never forget how amazing it felt to know that right before me, while I was awake with my eyes open was a guide of mine. I knew she wasn’t physically there, but she was in spirit.
“What is your name…?” I asked, totally unsure on what to even ask in a situation like this.
“Minvera”
I thought for a moment, wondering if I had heard the name correctly.
“Stop second guessing yourself, you always do that. You need to trust yourself more.”
“What are you? Are you good or evil? Are you an angel?”
“I am a guide to many. Seen in many different forms. Known as many different names. I am not an Angel, but I work with them.”
I saw Minerva walk beyond the candle, carrying her flame with her, and stood by my side. She placed her hand on my shoulder. It was that same feeling before I left from Canada to Arizona. That was her hand, and her divine wisdom leading me. Tears begin to well up in my eyes. You've been here the whole time. I thought to myself.
She told me I was a messenger, and she as well as my angels were there though everything that I had endured. She said it was my higher calling and while learning to heal myself, I will in turn heal others. Minerva said to follow the signs laid out by my angels, as they are teaching me everything I need to know. I cried, all of this pain suddenly felt like an honor. No longer a traumatic scar, it was my battle wound from the war with darkness which I had survived. I asked her if I was going to get justice in my case against my father, and she told me to focus on bringing justice to myself through healing and releasing my wounds.
My whole life had changed since then.
I asked to speak to a spirit guide while holding amethyst, angelite, and selenite with a lavender candle. Minvera appeared on the other side of the candle’s flame as a woman with brown hair, brown eyes, a few light freckles and she was on fire, not by the candle flame, but she was surrounded by her own flame.
I blinked, thinking to myself, is this real?
“Yes. I’m real. Ask my anything.” She told me, in my mind as if she could read my thoughts.
I will never forget how amazing it felt to know that right before me, while I was awake with my eyes open was a guide of mine. I knew she wasn’t physically there, but she was in spirit.
“What is your name…?” I asked, totally unsure on what to even ask in a situation like this.
“Minvera”
I thought for a moment, wondering if I had heard the name correctly.
“Stop second guessing yourself, you always do that. You need to trust yourself more.”
“What are you? Are you good or evil? Are you an angel?”
“I am a guide to many. Seen in many different forms. Known as many different names. I am not an Angel, but I work with them.”
I saw Minerva walk beyond the candle, carrying her flame with her, and stood by my side. She placed her hand on my shoulder. It was that same feeling before I left from Canada to Arizona. That was her hand, and her divine wisdom leading me. Tears begin to well up in my eyes. You've been here the whole time. I thought to myself.
She told me I was a messenger, and she as well as my angels were there though everything that I had endured. She said it was my higher calling and while learning to heal myself, I will in turn heal others. Minerva said to follow the signs laid out by my angels, as they are teaching me everything I need to know. I cried, all of this pain suddenly felt like an honor. No longer a traumatic scar, it was my battle wound from the war with darkness which I had survived. I asked her if I was going to get justice in my case against my father, and she told me to focus on bringing justice to myself through healing and releasing my wounds.
My whole life had changed since then.
Alchemist – Manifest Your Life
On December 12, 2012, I decided to offer professional tarot readings. At first I gave them away, but on this day I created price for them.
I found an office job during the spring in 2013, which offered me the time to be alone with my thoughts. The street names, in Mentone, California where I had worked were named after the crystals I used in the ritual I did to find meaningful work. I asked for a day job, and the freedom to work on my tarot in the evenings. I worked on Opal Avenue, near Amethyst St. and Turquoise Ave. I would see the numbers 444 or 44 over and over again, my first check was even for $444.
I needed a car, the one I had was on its last leg. I sat down one day and created a crystal grid using stones which were associated with money and travel and imagined a brand-new car as I laid the crystals out. Within months I got a brand-new car within a budget I could afford. It was truly a gift and all the steps to achieve it fell in divine order. I listened to my intuition and followed the steps.
The main thing when working with manifestation, is that you have to give it time, trust the process, and not have so much control over the details. If it is not meant to be, then something better will come our way, and vibrationally you'll feel a match. Most of all, you have to believe. Thankfully because of the Scorpio placements in my chart, manifestation comes easy to me, but anyone can do it. It's the same as prayer, making a dream board, doing a ritual, or whatever is that connects you to your goals and aspirations.
It's also not all about keeping positive thoughts, or obsessively thinking about what you are trying to manifest. Life will shift things around to make room for what you want, and sometimes the sacrifice you have to make is something you didn't realize was holding you back all along...
I found an office job during the spring in 2013, which offered me the time to be alone with my thoughts. The street names, in Mentone, California where I had worked were named after the crystals I used in the ritual I did to find meaningful work. I asked for a day job, and the freedom to work on my tarot in the evenings. I worked on Opal Avenue, near Amethyst St. and Turquoise Ave. I would see the numbers 444 or 44 over and over again, my first check was even for $444.
I needed a car, the one I had was on its last leg. I sat down one day and created a crystal grid using stones which were associated with money and travel and imagined a brand-new car as I laid the crystals out. Within months I got a brand-new car within a budget I could afford. It was truly a gift and all the steps to achieve it fell in divine order. I listened to my intuition and followed the steps.
The main thing when working with manifestation, is that you have to give it time, trust the process, and not have so much control over the details. If it is not meant to be, then something better will come our way, and vibrationally you'll feel a match. Most of all, you have to believe. Thankfully because of the Scorpio placements in my chart, manifestation comes easy to me, but anyone can do it. It's the same as prayer, making a dream board, doing a ritual, or whatever is that connects you to your goals and aspirations.
It's also not all about keeping positive thoughts, or obsessively thinking about what you are trying to manifest. Life will shift things around to make room for what you want, and sometimes the sacrifice you have to make is something you didn't realize was holding you back all along...
Cord Cutting & Cosmic Order
I The man who had rejected me, lived down the street from where I had worked. I didn’t even realize this until my first day of work when we came to the same intersection. I used to want to shoot laser beams out of my freaking eye balls at him, but when I saw him, I saw his pain.
This man was a karmic soul mate. He rejected me, as I rejected myself. I did a ritual to try and bring us together, but had a vision of me swimming in a pool and trying to convince him to swim with me, he wanted to, but he couldn’t. It was cosmic order, we were not meant to be, but only to learn from one another. The ego of course doesn’t want to accept this – I myself, after really embracing my power, work my butt off to get what I want. I fought with destiny for so long, and nothing I tried had worked.
I finally gave into spirit’s plan, and let him go. He tried coming back at that point and professing his love to me. It was a test, and at first I almost failed but was able to realize trough listening to my intuition and guides that I needed to pass this test in order to shift my experiences in love.
I preformed rituals to cut cords, did daily affirmations and reminded myself when I saw his text coming through, or felt his energetic pull, that he was a lesson on how I value myself, the boundaries in relationships I needed to set, and that this frustrating cycle in love ends with him. He ended up getting another girl pregnant during this time he was chasing after me. I was gullible before because I gave him so much power, but the game changed when I took my power back. It's funny when you finally let go the ego, and listen to the soul and see what gets unveiled.
This man was a karmic soul mate. He rejected me, as I rejected myself. I did a ritual to try and bring us together, but had a vision of me swimming in a pool and trying to convince him to swim with me, he wanted to, but he couldn’t. It was cosmic order, we were not meant to be, but only to learn from one another. The ego of course doesn’t want to accept this – I myself, after really embracing my power, work my butt off to get what I want. I fought with destiny for so long, and nothing I tried had worked.
I finally gave into spirit’s plan, and let him go. He tried coming back at that point and professing his love to me. It was a test, and at first I almost failed but was able to realize trough listening to my intuition and guides that I needed to pass this test in order to shift my experiences in love.
I preformed rituals to cut cords, did daily affirmations and reminded myself when I saw his text coming through, or felt his energetic pull, that he was a lesson on how I value myself, the boundaries in relationships I needed to set, and that this frustrating cycle in love ends with him. He ended up getting another girl pregnant during this time he was chasing after me. I was gullible before because I gave him so much power, but the game changed when I took my power back. It's funny when you finally let go the ego, and listen to the soul and see what gets unveiled.
Love What You Do, Do What You Love
My focus was on my business and my gift. I became more expressive with my writing and worked on channeling spirit and my guides. My readings grew to be more in depth with each one I did.
When I started my business in 2012, I had maybe one client every few months or so. It gradually went from once every month, every few weeks to being booked for a week, and now I am currently since this past year I have been booked from 1-3 months in advance.
It took me a long time to admit to myself, that I was a channel, and that I was good at what I do. Even after receiving positive reviews from clients all over the world, I would still hold a little doubt on myself, and my abilities. It's pretty silly when I think about it now, but it had to do with my self-esteem and putting to rest that angry voice in my mind that was handed down from the abuse that would tell my I couldn't, or wasn't good enough. It's a constant struggle, but I prove to myself everyday that the higher the vibration I emit, or positive frame of mind about myself, I attract more abundance and beautiful souls to give a taste of magic to.
I had to leave my full-time job just to keep up with my clients. I cannot tell you how amazing it feels transform my passion, into my paycheck. I read for free for years, and still offer free readings on my social media platforms, but to feel valued and able to support my family by doing what I love is the greatest freedom in the World.
When I started my business in 2012, I had maybe one client every few months or so. It gradually went from once every month, every few weeks to being booked for a week, and now I am currently since this past year I have been booked from 1-3 months in advance.
It took me a long time to admit to myself, that I was a channel, and that I was good at what I do. Even after receiving positive reviews from clients all over the world, I would still hold a little doubt on myself, and my abilities. It's pretty silly when I think about it now, but it had to do with my self-esteem and putting to rest that angry voice in my mind that was handed down from the abuse that would tell my I couldn't, or wasn't good enough. It's a constant struggle, but I prove to myself everyday that the higher the vibration I emit, or positive frame of mind about myself, I attract more abundance and beautiful souls to give a taste of magic to.
I had to leave my full-time job just to keep up with my clients. I cannot tell you how amazing it feels transform my passion, into my paycheck. I read for free for years, and still offer free readings on my social media platforms, but to feel valued and able to support my family by doing what I love is the greatest freedom in the World.
I Saw You Once Before a Dream
That age old saying of Love coming to you when you finally stop looking for it? Yeah, that’s definitely true. For me, anyway.
You stop looking for love, when you become love, or work when you work with love. You have to hold yourself on that high frequency in order to really heed it’s call. I had to shift my life completely, build my own foundation and survive comfortably, supporting a family, all on my own. I had to save myself, completely.
One repeated dream I would have is of a man who would wake up in a medical tent, during medieval times, and he saw a bandage on his stomach. When he saw his comrades, they were dark and demonic, so he left them and went down a long, dusty road on their own towards a far away place where I was. It would randomly pop in my head, but I felt every emotion like my other visions, or past life dreams.
I had a dream one night of someone I had once spoken to, and they needed me. They walked in through a door and rested their head in my lap. I placed my hand in their hair and comforted them as they cried. It wasn’t that they were giving me their pain, but they were seeking my comfort, and it activated their light. Three days later he contacted me. He sent me a photo that was a few months old, of him in a hospital bed with a bandaged stomach, after being stabbed. He changed his life since then, leaving a lot of old friends who were toxic behind. It all came to me, all of the visions throughout the years of this person came to be. The love rituals had matched who he was. It wasn’t that I manifested him, but I had aligned my path with his, as he was the perfect vibrational match for me.
I have never known so much power, connection and comfort ability in a relationship. When we first reconnected I knew what was going to happen, and that he was going to marry me – but it had to be his choice. I could not intervene or control the situation. I had to let it flow and trust in source, God, to allow it to happen.
I had an impossible fairytale dream wedding years ago, that was like something you'd see in Camelot. And it had come true. Christophor and I crossed our swords before one another on a New Moon and swore our vows before the old gods and the new. I knighted him, and my aunt who always believed in me and my passions, was ordained and led the ceremony as the High Priestess. It was pure magic.
The one thing that fascinates me is how much my daughters look like him, and share a lot of his positive characteristics. It feels like he was meant to be their father all along, and he even insists on making up for lost time by serving us as the man we have needed. He is my best friend, not my other half, but another whole who had worked through mastering themselves through a hard hand they were also dealt with in life. He tasted the darkness as I had, but he also allowed his heart to grow amongst it all.
You stop looking for love, when you become love, or work when you work with love. You have to hold yourself on that high frequency in order to really heed it’s call. I had to shift my life completely, build my own foundation and survive comfortably, supporting a family, all on my own. I had to save myself, completely.
One repeated dream I would have is of a man who would wake up in a medical tent, during medieval times, and he saw a bandage on his stomach. When he saw his comrades, they were dark and demonic, so he left them and went down a long, dusty road on their own towards a far away place where I was. It would randomly pop in my head, but I felt every emotion like my other visions, or past life dreams.
I had a dream one night of someone I had once spoken to, and they needed me. They walked in through a door and rested their head in my lap. I placed my hand in their hair and comforted them as they cried. It wasn’t that they were giving me their pain, but they were seeking my comfort, and it activated their light. Three days later he contacted me. He sent me a photo that was a few months old, of him in a hospital bed with a bandaged stomach, after being stabbed. He changed his life since then, leaving a lot of old friends who were toxic behind. It all came to me, all of the visions throughout the years of this person came to be. The love rituals had matched who he was. It wasn’t that I manifested him, but I had aligned my path with his, as he was the perfect vibrational match for me.
I have never known so much power, connection and comfort ability in a relationship. When we first reconnected I knew what was going to happen, and that he was going to marry me – but it had to be his choice. I could not intervene or control the situation. I had to let it flow and trust in source, God, to allow it to happen.
I had an impossible fairytale dream wedding years ago, that was like something you'd see in Camelot. And it had come true. Christophor and I crossed our swords before one another on a New Moon and swore our vows before the old gods and the new. I knighted him, and my aunt who always believed in me and my passions, was ordained and led the ceremony as the High Priestess. It was pure magic.
The one thing that fascinates me is how much my daughters look like him, and share a lot of his positive characteristics. It feels like he was meant to be their father all along, and he even insists on making up for lost time by serving us as the man we have needed. He is my best friend, not my other half, but another whole who had worked through mastering themselves through a hard hand they were also dealt with in life. He tasted the darkness as I had, but he also allowed his heart to grow amongst it all.
Believe in More
Life can be hard, but we are given the tools and resources we need to get through it. We placed with what we need to grow and evolve in life. We all have a choice, we can allow the cycles we face to swallow us whole and throw us into the void, or we can overcome them and reap the karmic rewards that are locked away behind these lessons and experiences. We are here to learn, and no one's lessons are the same, or delivered in the same way, but the goal is the same - to clear the karma.
This is why I offer readings, crystal intention jewelry, ritual kits and the blogs on my website. I healed myself through these methods. They also helped me stand in my power, shifted my vibration, and helped reprogram my thought and emotional patterns, as well as become more in tune with my soul. I am living proof that you can overcome PTSD and supreme sadness by diving deep within yourself and activating your healing path. You can manifest anything you desire, and yes, you are most definitely here for a higher purpose and have a mission to fulfill that. Life is magical when you look for magic, you have to believe in more, and allow it to bless your life.
Everyone's healing path is different. This is mine, and this is how I came to be who I am today. I am not a perfect person, by any means. I still have my bad days, and feel as any human does. I just learned to transmute the pain and to transform my life. I dove in, and found myself, and a lot more as well.
This is why I offer readings, crystal intention jewelry, ritual kits and the blogs on my website. I healed myself through these methods. They also helped me stand in my power, shifted my vibration, and helped reprogram my thought and emotional patterns, as well as become more in tune with my soul. I am living proof that you can overcome PTSD and supreme sadness by diving deep within yourself and activating your healing path. You can manifest anything you desire, and yes, you are most definitely here for a higher purpose and have a mission to fulfill that. Life is magical when you look for magic, you have to believe in more, and allow it to bless your life.
Everyone's healing path is different. This is mine, and this is how I came to be who I am today. I am not a perfect person, by any means. I still have my bad days, and feel as any human does. I just learned to transmute the pain and to transform my life. I dove in, and found myself, and a lot more as well.