MY STORY
Take it from a starseed who knows.
These years were the farthest thing from all “love and light”. They were exhausting. Messy. Brutal, at times. Lonely. Through trance journeys and psychedelic-induced healings, I pruned out the memories of abuse, neglect, and hardship. I leaned away from the world I had created - not understanding why it no longer resonated. Instead, I leaned into my gifts.
Into my practice.
Into my work.
Just as I was embodying the truth of my path as a healer and guide … the pandemic happened. The practice where I had been offering energy healing sessions and readings shut down, along with everything else.
…So I got on Youtube.
It was deliciously cringe.
I started my energy forecasts in 2020, and continue them to this day. When I got deeply ill with covid, and then a corresponding autoimmune condition in 2022 – losing everything that year - my housing, my work, my health; I got on medium.com and started writing articles about starseeds, ascension, and everything related to the 5D experience.
In 2023, lucking out in a rental arrangement that allowed me ample time to breathe (and recover), I started writing my book on energy management that came out the following year under the name Starseed Survival Guide (soon to be Energy 101)!
None of this was for attention, or praise, or even to help my own business, truthfully. It was because I couldn’t help it. Alongside taking clients for single sessions, doing readings and healings at spiritual expos and summer markets, my desire to connect with other starseeds and express my knowledge was leaking out of me – like a sparkly, crystalline, leaking faucet.
There was no “cornerstone moment” where everything changed for me on my path to develop and embody my gifts. It has been a process that has titrated over time, slowly but surely. There is a part of me that has always known this is why I’m here on this planet, at this time. As many healers will resonate with, the path wasn’t paved for me. In fact, I had to hack at it, with a machete, on more than one occasion. Trauma, loss, autoimmune disease, long covid, debt, heartbreak, homelessness… I get it.
I refused this mission of serving as a guide for years - but now I know there is no other way.
At this moment in time, on this planet, we need every single starseed, lightworker, and sensitive being on this planet to step into their power and help align this planet with the 5D reality we’re headed towards.
We, as the former underdogs — those too sensitive to play, too affected to handle the energies — are transforming into our true selves — using our gifts for the subtle energies to guide the planet where it needs to go.
Autistic, Alien-Rooted, Seer…Human
I saw my first spirit at age eight.
They were twins, actually, running up and down the attic stairs of my then-billion year old cottage while I lay, terrified, in the bedroom that sat underneath them. (Like Harry potter, but not cool).
I’m a bit of what they call a spiritual mutt. Not in a offensive way; but more so in a … kaleidoscope way. I’m in touch with my galactic roots; my cosmic essence. I’ve met and been with my twin flame, and I’ve spoken to spirits that are older than the earth itself (you don’t want to mess with those kinds, I’ll tell you that much).
I’ve had false guides that have led me astray, energetic implants that I’ve learned to remove myself and have spent almost 60 days in the underworld (that one was my own fault).
I refused the message of stepping into my power as a starseed guide and spiritual teacher for years. I balked at the mission, terrified that sharing my deeply … galactic experiences and very cosmic downloads would push me out of the realm of normalcy that I would never be able to go back to.
I don’t know who I was kidding; I’m neurodivergent (Autistic and ADHD) – it’s not like I ever felt like I fit in in the first place. Hell, I spent a handful of years being confused about the fact that I occupy a human body, let alone all the social rules that went along with it.
The winter after my 20th birthday, desperate to escape the future of the mundane that so many of my peers seemed to be lining up for, I packed up my life and moved 6,442kms across the country to a small town on the West Coast. My consciousness had already started to open back then. I had begun meditating at 19 after a tumultuous bout of bulimia and university pressure that I wasn’t coping with well, and had touched the edges of my soul through psychedelics during my summers plantings trees - a job which to this day, I owe 90% of my resourcefulness and connection to the land to.
In the beginning, I was happy in this small surf town. I surfed, partied and meditated lots. My awakening kundalini energy, with endless broken links (after a childhood of sexual abuse), oozed out of my pores with nowhere else to go. I was restless. Seeking.
In 2016, after I had uprooted my life and taken my plant pot with me, I met my Twin Flame. I wrote an article, here, about the experience. In short, it woke me up. The awakeing power running through my veins, undeniable synchronicities and strange experiences that made each day feel like a walking dream, I began to lean into what - and who - I was.
In 2016, “starseed” was not a household spiritual term. There were books, mostly about ‘indigo children’, but not much else. I lacked the spiritual guidance to navigate the path myself – so the universe did what it does best: enlisted earth to help.
The following Christmas day marked the beginning of a seven year journey of travel…and lessons. Lots of ‘em. “Home” was really all that I had on my back; moving 23 times in those seven years. I’ll tell you, It was a lot on the nervous system. I felt like I was running and seeking all at once.
And yet, the message drummed through me — Step into your power. Access your power. Use your power.
