Before stepping into The Shamanic Mirror, I was in a season of quiet searching — outwardly steady but inwardly aware that something was missing. I had done so much “work” on myself, yet there was still a layer I couldn’t quite reach. Emotionally, I felt caught between who I used to be and who I was becoming. Spiritually, I knew there was more — more truth, more depth, more of me — but I didn’t know how to access it.

I was craving connection — to my own intuition, to Spirit, and to the deeper current of my life. I was craving clarity and trust, the kind that doesn’t come from answers but from alignment. More than anything, I wanted to feel at home in myself again.

During The Shamanic Mirror container, I was invited into places I didn’t even know were waiting to be seen. Through the practices, ceremonies, and sacred space, I began to feel the presence of something divine guiding me — not outside of me, but through me. It was as if life itself was holding a mirror to my soul, asking me to look with compassion and honesty.

There was one moment in particular when a memory from when I was 19 surfaced — something I hadn’t thought of in years. It was an experience that had quietly shaped how I saw myself, how I trusted (or didn’t trust) my own inner voice. I realized that moment had been the point where I started doubting my intuition. Sitting with that realization was painful, but it was also liberating. I could finally meet that younger version of myself with love instead of judgment.

A moment that changed everything for me was when I felt divinity move through me so clearly that I couldn’t deny it anymore. It wasn’t loud or dramatic — it was a quiet knowing that washed over me. In that space, the memory from age 19 didn’t feel like a wound anymore. It felt like a doorway back to my own trust. That moment shifted everything.

This work impacted me by helping me remember what trust feels like — not in others, but in myself. I’ve softened, but also become stronger in the most grounded way. I see my sensitivity as a strength, not something to guard against. I’ve learned that divinity isn’t something to reach for — it’s something that lives within me, patiently waiting to be remembered.

By the end of The Shamanic Mirror, I knew that I could trust my own wisdom again. That I don’t need to chase healing — I just need to allow it. I knew that my life, even the painful parts, had been guiding me back to myself all along.

I’m stepping into this next chapter with clarity, faith, and a deep sense of peace. I feel a tenderness toward myself that I hadn’t known before. I move more slowly now, with reverence — listening, trusting, and following the quiet pull of my own knowing.

For anyone feeling the pull towards The Shamanic Mirror, if you feel even a whisper inside you saying maybe, listen. This work will meet you exactly where you are and reveal what’s been waiting for you beneath the surface. It’s not about becoming someone new — it’s about remembering who you’ve always been.