There’s this moment—quiet, subtle, often inconvenient—when something inside starts whispering: there has to be more than this.

There comes a point on the path when your truth begins to stretch beyond what most people consider normal.

I used to think transformation would feel like lightning. Big, fast, unmistakable. Like one day I’d wake up and know: this is it. I’m different now. It’s done.

People often ask me when I first realised I was psychic.The honest answer? I didn’t. Not right away.

For a long time, I tried to understand everything with my mind. I thought healing came from insight. If I could just figure it out—trace it back, name it, reframe it—then I’d be free.

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a part of my shadow that feels relentless. Familiar. Deeply embedded. It’s not new. It’s not surprising. But it’s still here—and I’m so very tired of it.

I've done a fair bit of travelling this year and it got me thinking about the energy of different places.

Trying to convince someone to do energy work—especially something as potent as Kundalini Activation—just doesn’t work.

For a long time, I approached energy work with a sense of deep seriousness. And for good reason.