The Road Back, Resurrection and Return with the Elixir

The Flight of the Sovereign Woman

​

I didn’t plan to return to my hometown.
       There were too many memories.
            Too much pain rooted in the soil.
        Too many ghosts still lingering

 in the trees and street corners

​

But sitting with Ayahuasca in Spain,
the medicine whispered through the veil:
“You must go back…
to wake up the lions.”

​

Not long after, a call came.
A woman I once worked for wanted to sell me her house —
fully furnished — back in my hometown.

​

And I knew.

​

This was the sign.
This was the summons to return
 

Not to the old me —
but as the woman I had become.

​

I bought the house.
Remodeled it.
Turned it into a sanctuary —
quiet, peaceful, filled with gardens, altars, meditation spaces.

I created a reflection of my inner world in bricks and stone.

​

A life once filled with noise and survival
was now anchored in stillness and ceremony.

​

And then… they came.

People curious about the path I had walked.
Hungry to know themselves more deeply.
Drawn to the light of something ancient, embodied, real.

​

          I shared what I had learned:
               Astrology.
               Meditation.
               Plant medicine.
               Cacao.
               Esoteric wisdom.
               Sacred ritual.

               Mindfulness and Self Inquiry Practices

​

Not to teach…
but to remember with them.

​

Because this was why I had lived through it all —
not just to survive,
but to illuminate.

​

To guide others across their own rivers.

through their deserts,

into their sacred becoming.

​

The years that followed brought more cycles —
death, rebirth, deeper humility, and heartbreak.
But I was no longer afraid of pain.
I knew how to presence with it.
To let it move through.

To let wounds become wisdom.

​

Eventually, I sold the house.
Released it with love.
And became the nomad once more —
gathering experiences, deepening in the sacred power of community.
Expanding into connection with like-hearted souls
building a new world for myself.

I became the wandering light I once searched for.

My home became the horizon.

​

And now… I walk on.

​

I continue to become.
I continue to surrender.
I allow what must fall, to fall —
what must rise, to rise.

​

Each transformation,
each shedding,
each quiet realization
frees me further.

​

I have touched the divinity within me —
the still small voice —
and she loves me.

​

I am no longer tethered by fear.
Not held hostage by anxiety.
Not circling the stories of pain like vultures on the past.

​

I have taken flight.

​

A sovereign woman.

​

Untethered.
Unshaken.
Unafraid.

​

I soar above the walled city,
above the betrayals and the betrayers,
above the projections, the prisons, and the personas.

​

I see the entire journey —
the crossing of the river,
the desert of shadows,
the mountain climb,
the lake of reflection.

​

And I bow to all of it.

​

Because every fall
was purposeful.
Every loss
was sacred.
Every ending
was an anointing.

​

And now, with wings wide and heart open,
I live in reverence.

​

Reverence for Life.

Reverence for my Life.

And reverence for the Becoming still unfolding.

​

May the whisper find you.

May you leap when the wind calls your name.