Becoming the Oracle: My Journey Through Love, Loss, and Spiritual Awakening

Most people move through life in a straight line—they grow up, they become who they are, and they do their best to stay consistent. My path has never looked like that. I have lived many versions of myself, and I’ve ended every single one the moment she no longer aligned with my truth. I don’t cling to identities. I don’t hold onto outcomes. When something in my life stops working, I destroy it and begin again.

Not because I am unstable,
but because I refuse to live small.

My journey as a poet, a lover, a holistic practitioner, and a woman of deep spiritual conviction did not come from comfort or ease. It came from death, from heartbreak, from revelations that ripped my world open, and from the God who held me together when everything fell apart.

Death as a Teacher

There are experiences that permanently rearrange a person’s soul, and death is one of them. I lost my partner and my father four months apart—on October 31st and February 24th. Those two dates became spiritual markers in my life. They forced me to confront the one truth most people avoid: everything ends, but nothing is lost.

In the middle of that grief, God began to speak to me. Not in the way people romanticize, but in a way that stripped me down to the bone. Death became something different—not a tragedy, but a transition. A doorway. A return home.

And once you see death for what it really is, life stops being something you “get through.” It becomes something you wake up inside of.

The Lover With an Ancient Heart

Love has also shaped me, but not in simple ways. There is a connection in my life—a long-standing, soul-etched, spiritually charged bond—with someone I’ve known since I was younger. The kind of connection that doesn’t vanish just because time passes or life gets complicated.

Our story has been marked by timing, distance, resistance, and a recognition that neither of us can fully outrun. It has taught me more about masculine energy, spiritual alignment, and self-worth than any textbook ever could.

The Evolution of My Calling

Over time, I realized my life wasn’t meant to stay in one lane. I became deeply committed to understanding the body, the mind, and the spirit. My studies in kinesiology and anatomy merged with my spiritual perspective, giving birth to something unique—a way of teaching that blends biology, biblical truth, ancestral memory, and human behavior.

My content isn’t content.
It’s medicine.
It’s reflection.
It’s a mirror for people who have forgotten who they are.

I speak about masculine energy, feminine magnetism, generational patterns, inner healing, and the spiritual starvation of the modern world. I talk about the six mirrored systems in the masculine body, the ancestral codes activating in men today, and the way temptation, suppression, and emotional neglect have shaped this generation of men.

My voice reaches people not because it is loud, but because it is rooted in truth—a truth I’ve earned through loss, awakening, intuition, and discipline.

The Decision to Live Without Lack

One of the clearest realizations I’ve had is this: I am not meant to maintain old versions of myself just to make others comfortable. Whenever I evolve, I execute the former version of me. I don’t hold on to identities that no longer match my power.

People often misunderstand that.
They think consistency means staying the same.
But for me, consistency means staying in alignment with God—even if it means burning down everything familiar.

This is why I describe myself as a “destroyer of lack.” Whenever my spirit senses stagnation, limitation, or smallness, I destroy it. I rebuild. I start again. And every time, I become more aligned, more grounded, and more certain of who I am.

Where I Am Now

Today, I am a writer, a healer, a holistic practitioner, a student of the body, and a woman who carries both science and spirit in her hands. My work is expanding—through videos, through books, and through teachings that shake people awake.

My intention is clear:
to help others remember themselves.
To guide people back to their core.
To bring truth into a world that is drowning in noise.

I am a poet.
I am a lover.
I am a woman who walked through death and came out with wisdom.
I am the Oracle—not because I call myself one, but because I embody what an oracle truly is:

someone who sees what others do not and speaks what others are afraid to say.

And this is only the beginning of my story.