Lately, I’ve been receiving a wave of projections….

What if water could remember the truth of who you are?

Last year, I embarked on a deep passage through the Medicine Wheel as part of he Munay-Ki Peruvian Shamanic Rites—a year-long process of merging with the ancient wisdom of the Peruvian Quechua Mountain traditions. It was a journey of profound surrender, penance, perseverance, and ultimately, transformation.

Two nights ago, anxiety wrapped itself around me like a storm. I couldn’t get comfortable in my body, couldn’t settle in my bed. I was in a hotel in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The name itself felt encoded, mystical. This journey I’m on with a dear friend has taken us through galactic gateways and sacred lands over the past 48 hours. We came seeking truth. And oh, have we found it.

Over the weekend, I had the blessing of hosting a beautiful group of women visiting Sedona, led by a retreat leader I know and greatly respect.

From the moment I began my coaching practice, I always said two things:
One, God sends me people. Two, I hope someday to work myself out of a job.

Have you ever remembered something your rational mind says you couldn’t possibly have lived?

Once upon a time, many, many lives ago, I and many others came to this planet to help it remember.