The Parts that Hide
I am deep in meditation. There are four women surrounding me. My hands are chained. I want to get away from them. I’m terrified at
This is where I share stories about my life as a healer, traveling between worlds. I use many lenses being someone who has “been through hell”, so has definitely “been there”. Becoming stronger and wiser for it I am here to connect with people on a resonant path. The intention of these stories is that whoever reads them will feel more at peace and less alone on their individual journey.
I am deep in meditation. There are four women surrounding me. My hands are chained. I want to get away from them. I’m terrified at
At the age of 12, I was placed in a back brace and asked to try and live like a normal teenager, which was next
“You sick?” the shaman asks. He’s looking at me, his ancient dark eyes peering into my soul. I stutter for a second, trying to figure
ACT I- As soon as I arrived in Hawaii I knew that I had a calling to go see the lava. The lava exists in
If you would have told me two and a half years ago I would find myself living on a beach in Central America, healing rock