I won't try to fix you,

Just hold the light while you remember yourself

Now I am a story teller, a creator of ritual and temple spaces, an intuitive guide for your soul path.

We can meet the shadow together.
We can descend into the place where your inner child was buried beneath the bones.

Layer by layer, they return.
And your highest self emerges, radiant, from the soil.

My own wound is the ache of being unseen, of never feeling I belong to anyone, or anything - no one chooses me because no one sees me. And my shadow says:

“If you were truly good enough, you’d be seen... stay small, don't try.
When you fail, you’ll only prove you were never worthy in the first place.”

When my wound was reopened again, and my shadow confronted me in my work. I began to hear the real invitation - come home to the Temple of your Soul.

Black Moon Lilith was my threshold,

she brought me to The Bone Temple and showed me where I had buried the bodies.

Don’t reach for the myth that the answers live outside you.

The magic is already within.

I offer my presence — my highest self — as a vessel to hold you gently while you shed the layers and remember your radiance.

I can feel your longing for belonging, for safety, for certainty. I resonate because I have met all these parts in myself. I feel your abandonment, your relational longing, the deep down certainty that you are broken, not enough but yet too much, unworthy - these are the cries, unheard and unmet, of the exiled children, all given messages of shame with no repair.

These parts were too small to hold such big feelings.
And now they fear they will overwhelm you — or drive others away.

But you are not too much.
And you are not alone.

I will stand with you as these parts rise, with courage and reverence.

Even when it feels like you are cracking apart,

you are never shown more than you can hold.

You can always trust your own system to protect you and manage the pace.

We are each mythic beings.
And when you begin to remember your myth,
you live your story more deeply.
More resonantly.
You begin to see the pattern in your cosmic unfolding.

Now that I understand my destiny the path makes so much sense. I can see all my wounds, my lessons and my karma and how perfectly designed it all is to ensure I grow into the person that can meet that destiny.

This work isn't linear
It’s a spiral of remembering —
each layer revealing another.
And like the Mother Rose,
you bloom — petal by petal,

in sacred time.

We can descend into the place

where your inner child was buried beneath the bones

I found my mythology in the stars,

when I uncovered my path of the Pilgrim's Journey.

There, we leave the ancestral burdens with the dead —
we call the soul pieces home.

Enter my sacred space to see how I work