The Path Behind This Offering…

This work didn’t arrive all at once. It’s been with me since I was a child — through visions I couldn’t explain, sensations I didn’t have words for, and the felt sense of what a space or a person was holding. I was sensitive. Perceptive. And though I didn’t always understand what I was tuning into, something in me was listening.

Over the years, that listening deepened. I began to understand that I was sensing the energy fields of people, places, and the unseen — tuning into the subtle emotional and spiritual landscapes in a way I now call ‘feel-seeing’. And slowly, I found ways to put language to what I had always known.

A doorway opened about twenty years ago, when a naturopath offered me a soul retrieval and shared simple rituals. Something clicked. It wasn’t new — but it was being remembered. That doorway never closed. When I later began my coaching work, I noticed that what was happening in sessions went far beyond tools or training. It was guided. Alive. Something deeper was moving through.

I began to prepare each session with intention — attuning the space, invoking Spirit, working with smoke, oils, sound. The more I leaned into this intuitive work, the clearer it became: it was arriving through me, not from me.

But for a long time, I held back. I tried to stay inside what was known, what felt safe — even as Spirit kept opening the door. There were many entanglements: inner restrictions from my upbringing, training, past lives, inherited burdens. Some parts were still afraid to be fully seen.

So I wove things quietly. I learned. I studied. I healed. I followed the threads into constellations, ritual, shamanic practices, trance-speaking, spiritual coaching, plant work, ancestral pathways. And always — I kept listening.

In time, it became clear: this isn’t just a hidden layer of my work. It is the work. Not as something outside myself, but as the essence I’m here to offer — sacred space, spirit connection, intuitive guidance, woven with presence and deep trust.

I’m not done. This is still unfolding. But I’m no longer hiding. I’m simply offering what wants to be shared — not from striving, but from the ground of my lived path, one step at a time