Welcome,
Beautiful
Souls

I've lived through traumas that made me feel like I was made of tar. Thick. Heavy. Mired in a darkness that made it hard to move, to breathe, to be. For most of my life, I danced around the edges of mysticism - Wicca, spirituality, energy work, yoga - but never fully stepped in. I was raised Southern Baptist, later Pentacostal. And in those spaces, everything outside of Christianity was demonized. Shamed. Branded as a fast track to hellfire.

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But Christianity as an organized religion never sat right in my bones. The gas-lighting. The fear-mongering. The control. I was told not to question, only to trust. But I did question. And I never stopped. Even as I felt the beauty of Yeshua's (Jesus's) core teachings - love, Grace, healing - I also felt the grief of how those teachings had been twisted into tools of fear and submission. I carried that shame for years. I silenced myself. I shrank. I didn't know how to live openly or speak freely without the weight of judgment.

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Then I met my husband.

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He never once asked me to hide. He gave me the freedom to live as my full self - and welcomed that version of me with open arms. It took years of safety and love in that container before I allowed myself to fully unfold. But this year, I did. I stepped in. All the way.

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In the years leading up to this, I did deep internal work - with my ego, my trauma, my inner child, my mental patterns. I faced my triggers. I learned to let go of hyper-independence. I practiced vulnerability. I allowed my husband to support me, even when that meant revealing parts of me I used to keep hidden. I peeled myself open. Layer by layer.

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Still, even after decades of healing, I felt stuck. Like something ancient inside me was waiting.

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That feeling - that stagnation - is best described as being full of tar and muck. Dense. Old. Unmoved.

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At the time, I was working in a large chain grocery store. Customers and coworkers - Pagan, Wiccan, Luciferian - kept asking me what I was. "Are you a witch?" they'd ask. "What are you?"

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I didn't know.

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But I went looking. I researched mysticism, alchemy, energy, Gnosis, the old ways. I took online courses, studied tarot, and dove deeper into the unseen. That's when I stumbled into a free week-long healing course that changed everything. The meditations cracked me open. I released emotions I had buried for a lifetime. It felt like something ancient uncoiled in my belly and began to rise.

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During this same time, I also discovered Kundalini Yoga - a practice that helped me move stuck energy and begin resetting my nervous system. It awakened a new current of vitality in me, both grounding and electrifying. That course, and the way it stirred my soul, became the doorway that finally led me to the Akashic Records.

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I'd known of the Records for over 15 years, but I'd never truly pursued them. This time was different. I felt the call - and I answered. I enrolled in the Akashic Records Practitioner training and immediately knew I was on my path. I learned how to open my own Records and others'. I received healing transmissions and powerful clearings that helped me finally move the old sludge.

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But I didn't "heal" in the way we usually think of healing. I didn't banish my wounds or pretend they never happened. I alchemized them. I woven them into my light. I reclaimed myself - my magic, my knowing, my voice.

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And now I walk this path as an Akashic Oracle.

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Still becoming. Still rising. But no longer lost in the tar.