There is a quiet paradox at the heart of the spiritual world right now. On one hand, we are witnessing a rapid expansion. More people are waking up. More people are remembering their sensitivity, their intuition, their relationship to energy, ritual, and meaning. Practices that were once hidden, protected, or passed through apprenticeship are now accessible at the click of a button.

There was a period of my life where I sincerely believed that if I held the vision strongly enough, if I stayed aligned, if I trusted hard enough, the life I wanted would simply appear.

This is the part of the journey people don’t talk about enough. The space after the training. The integration.

There is a particular kind of tenderness in the relationship between the one who lives close to the unseen and the one who lives anchored in the tangible.

There is something uniquely revealing about dating. Not in the surface-level way of preferences or compatibility, but in the much deeper way it shows us the exact places where we still leave ourselves.

There is a particular quality in the air at the moment. A kind of restlessness, or awakening, or remembering. I don’t think it is imagined. I don’t think it is accidental. It feels like something in the collective body is stirring after a very long sleep.

This is a topic that has been very close to my heart lately. The more this world of energy work grows, the more I find myself sitting with a mix of awe, concern, reverence and responsibility. The spiritual space is expanding at a pace that feels both exciting and unsettling. On one hand, it’s beautiful to see more people waking up to their own energy, intuition and inner wisdom. On the other, we’re witnessing something delicate turn into an industry. A marketplace. A space wh

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There is a certain kind of quiet that intuition speaks in. A softness, a warmth, a clarity that doesn’t rush.

There was a long stretch of my life where I thought the goal was to get rid of anxiety.

A reflection on the next chapter of kundalini activation and energy work.

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.