My Journey

For me, walking the shamanic path is both an honor and a joy. Every time I guide someone in reconnecting with their soul, meeting a guide for the first time, or reclaiming a lost part of themselves, I end with the same words: thank you, thank you, thank you.

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This work is sacred. It takes us beyond time and space, into the realm where healing and magic are always possible.

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My path here was not a straight one. Like many of us, I moved through dark and difficult places: childhood trauma, divorce, and the devastating loss of my three-month-old nephew. For years, I carried conditioning rooted in fear, scarcity, and distrust. I longed for someone outside of me to heal my wounds — not realizing that the journey home could only be walked by me.

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When I finally said yes to the call of Shamanism, everything shifted. From my very first journey, I felt the presence of my guides and their unwavering love. I traveled to the Amazon to sit with Shipibo shamans and Ayahuasca, studied with teachers in the Q’ero and Native American traditions, and trained in practices of energy medicine, yoga, and plant spirit healing. Each experience spiraled me deeper inward — helping me shed old patterns, integrate shadow aspects, and trust both myself and life.

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At the center of the spiral, I came home to my heart. From there, my purpose became clear: to walk back outward, offering what I have learned as a guide for others on their path of awakening and expansion.