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What does a Spiritual Rebirth look and feel like?! Let me welcome you into my world!
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As someone who evolves very fucking fast, it can be hard for others to comprehend the level of growth I go through. Every day, week, month and year.
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Even I struggle to comprehend it at times – despite living through it – being in the pure raw energy of growth feels hard, scary and like total submission to a higher energy.
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This is what it means to be what is termed a Blueprint Changer. A Transformer. A Bridge.
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A Shapeshifter.
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Transformation – of the revolutionary kind – is my gift.
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Around July time, I felt the strong urge to shut off from the world. I didn’t want to “people” anymore.
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This meant going into myself, Hermit mode so to speak, shutting off from social media, not wanting to be around many people and only those I could truly relax with.
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I needed space from the world.
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Being a Highly Sensitive Empath, I can be like a sponge. Absorbing. Which is why I can’t have draining people in my life. Aside from them being boring as fuck, I don’t want the energy zapping vibes around me.
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Or to be bored to death either 🤣
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I feel the energy around us all. I also process it – which some would choose to discredit saying that’s not for an Empath to process – but I’m also unlike any Empath I’ve met before.
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I’m a Shapeshifter. A Transformer. Here to facilitate transformation.
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A Blueprint Changer.
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Tapping into the Earth’s natural blueprint and the vision she has. I work within the energetic grid – finding the glitches within the system – the Matrix – and processing that energy.
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I’ve come to realise – through time – that whatever I’m processing energetically within myself – is what has needed to be processed for the Collective.
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This summer – I switched off.
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More like – I was ground to a halt energetically. A Spiritual Rebirth was upon me.
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Death and Rebirth are not unfamiliar to me. They are the work of my soul.
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For in order to grow, something must die. And so the cycle continues.
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This summer I experienced what I can only describe as a Rebirth. Literally – it felt like I was giving birth. Not from my womb – but an energy pushing through me – raw, potent – ripping through me.
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Cracked wide open like an egg.
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That’s what it feels like.
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No wishy washy, airy fairy, all singing Kumbaya together.
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Ripped.
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Open.
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It ripped through me. I had no idea when it would start. Just an inkling that something felt off within me. A deep sadness. An indescribable despair.
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The Dark Night of the Soul.
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Ripping through me.
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Turning me into a foetus as I would curl up on my bed.
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Sobbing.
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Screaming into a pillow.
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Deep pits of despair rising from within me.
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A primal need to let this out.
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Set it free.
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Give it space to come out as it ripped me open.
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Leaving me exhausted afterwards.
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Like giving birth.
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The urges to do this came thick and fast. A few weeks in between each other. Then a few days.
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Just like contractions.
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Rebirth.
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After one such episode, I was gifted with a butterfly finding her way to my bedroom.
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I said hello to her – and set her free.
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The next day, she returned.
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The symbol of the Spiritual Rebirth. Right there. In my bedroom.
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A sign that the worst was over. That change was upon me.
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Coincidence?! I think not. I don’t believe in them – only synchronicities.
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What she taught me was that the worst was over.
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I had allowed what wanted to be seen, felt and heard – to rip through me.
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To crack me wide fucking open.
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The despair of not being fully me.
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The pain of not being fully in my power.
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The sadness of letting fear and shadow get the best of me.
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I allowed that pain to rip through me. So I could feel it within the very depths of my being.
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Allowing my soul to communicate with me the pain of not being myself. Sharing all the times I submitted to another’s needs instead of my own.
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Every time I’ve not been good enough for myself. Not loved myself enough. Not held myself with love and compassion.
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I felt it all.
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As it ripped through me. Tearing a crack within me. Feeling the pain.
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Creating the foundation for my own Rebirth.
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A Spiritual Rebirth. Built from the very foundations that had needed to crumble and shatter beforehand.
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For we cannot rebuild on foundations that were shaky to begin with.
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We must rip it all down. Every aspect.
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And then – only then – can we rebuild the foundations of who we are.
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Piece by piece. Stronger this time. Built with a fierce determination. No more settling.
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Built on our own truth – once it has been discovered within the pain of what we have shed.
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Revolutionary transformation is the gift I share with the world. It’s painful – but it’s worth it – for you no longer live in the illusion of who you thought you were.
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This is why I only work with those who are truly ready for the work of their soul. Truly ready to unleash that level of raw & potent powerful energy from within.
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Everything you’re seeking for is within you right now – you have to be prepared to look within.
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For it isn’t always pretty.
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But through the mud grow the flowers.
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And beauty will always prevail.
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