ABOUT

MY STORY

I’ve always seen the energy behind the world—
where the physical meets the subtle,
where the disharmony hums beneath the surface,
and where the flow of truth wants to return.

I was born into a world that tried to silence this knowing.
Raised in a cult where one truth was forced upon all,
I felt the rupture between what I was told
and what my spirit remembered.

But in that constriction, something else was revealed.
The very structure that tried to tell me there was only one way
also sharpened my inner sight—
for in the face of limitation, the multiverses within me grew louder.

The complexity of life—the ecosystems within ecosystems,
the invisible threads weaving all things,
the cosmic dance reflected in Earth herself—
showed me that truth is not a single path,
but an infinite unfolding.
The Mystery that cannot be contained.

For years, I lived the disconnect.
Told I was wrong simply by being alive, too much, too sensitive, too strange—
To survive, I began to retreat.
I left my body, silenced my truth, dimmed my gifts.

But Spirit never left.
The medicine was always there—waiting.
Even in the absence of what once felt like the clear knowing of my Spirit,
that void became an initiation of its own.

What once felt like a loss
became a sacred task:
to reclaim my Soul’s presence
through the very vessel I had once wanted to escape.

To re-enter the body as a living altar.
To no longer seek transcendence by leaving myself,
but to descend into the sacredness of form.
To remember that Spirit doesn’t disappear—
She weaves herself into bone, breath, blood, and memory,
waiting for us to meet her there.

This became some of my deepest, most intimate work:
to embody the alchemy of spirit and matter—
where the body is not a prison,
but a microcosm of the cosmos.

The same pulse that spins galaxies
lives within our cells.
The same rhythm of collapse and creation
echoes in our heartbreaks and our healings.

In this journey of opposites—
pain and pleasure, shadow and light, exile and belonging—
I came to understand that each polarity holds its own medicine.
Each opposite carries the seed of the whole.
We are not here to bypass the dark for the light,
but to let both speak,
to let both be seen and integrated
as sacred.

Through trauma, addiction, loss, and the ache of separation,
I was initiated back into the body.

Each heartbreak became an entry point.
Each rupture carried wisdom.
From grief, I learned reverence.
From addiction, I learned intention.
From trauma, I reclaimed sovereignty.
And from death, I was reborn into deeper layers of life.

This path is not linear.
It is a continual spiral—
a rhythm of remembering, forgetting, returning.
Over and over again.

Because wholeness is not a destination—
it is the way we hold all the pieces.
With presence.
With devotion.
With love.

Today, I walk alongside others in their own return—
into body, into truth,
into the wholeness that has never been lost.

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