This one is learning about forgiveness and letting go and letting God, in a whole new way.
Remembering that there is only one, so forgiveness is always self-forgiveness.
And when I say God, I don’t mean the Christian man in the sky. I mean source, spirit, the essence of all.
Coming from the separate, selfish “I want what I want for me” self, I wanted to have a chill New Years.
However, I have also declared that I am choosing to let go of personal stories and desires and come from service to all, so that being said, I got what was “needed” not what was “wanted.”
Even as I type that, I know it’s just a story. It’s all just a story pointing towards truth and the dissolution of the illusion of separation, which are also words that, as soon as they are typed, are simultaneously not truth. Words are of the mind, and the mind is not the truth.
Life put me in a situation that showed the programmed smaller self’s tendency for fear and control. Instead of coming from love, I came from fear and a situation escalated. Love would have de-escalated it.
I’m grateful no one was harmed, and that only a small amount of “property” was damaged.
Throughout the experience I oscillated between witness, asking “What is Me?” and “Who am I?” to give spaciousness to the experience, and the smaller self of fear and attempted control.
In this situation, although I didn’t embody “I am not these thoughts” and “I am not this body,” I was at least intellectually aware of these concepts, even if it wasn’t a felt experience.
I also notice that when there is heightened sensation in the body, such as fear, it appears more real. And I see that this body-mind’s programming tends toward fear more than many, through identification with past experiences and stories.
In the moments I come back to loosening identification with “me” and “this body is me,” I notice that I “need” the appearance of being “alone” to do this quite often.
I also see the possibility of anchoring in this state whilst it occurs that “others” are appearing.
Looking at it from a zoomed-out perspective of knowing that all the darkness is actually still light.
No matter how much I fck up, big or little, I will keep rising and recommitting to purify myself of ego-based distortions of fear and control, and give it to god.
From here, I find myself accepting with gratitude and non-attachment the angels that god puts on my path. I see that god is breathing, god is typing, god is walking.
Knowing that if all is god, then I am god, then I am everything and nothing. From this, responsibility for all facets of creation naturally arises.
I return again to the commitment of living a non-possessive life. This is not “my” life. It’s god’s life.
I can see the difference it would have made in the crisis to have remembered that it is all god. Forgiving myself, “others,” and god. Instead of controlling my vibration, I allow god to uplift my frequency.
This recent situation, although confronting on a human level, served to ground me more deeply in my commitment to continually return to god, to love, to service, no matter how often I forget.
What I’m noticing again is how easy it is to get drawn back into believing the human story, believing I am a separate human self, when things feel good and comfortable for that separate self. When life feels nice, identification creeps back in quietly. And yet, when things don’t feel good, when there is discomfort, fear, or suffering, it feels much easier to want to let go of the story, to loosen identification, and to come from god instead.
Through this, I’m seeing that as long as there is suffering within humanity, I am not actually free. In recognising this, my interest in getting lost in my story naturally falls away, even when it feels good, and there is an ease in letting whatever is resourced here be used in service.
I’m also seeing that while I often speak about being solo, self-sourced, sovereign and free, I had been missing something essential. Yes, I am solo, sovereign and free from wanting or needing anything from other humans, and at the same time totally dependent on god. Surrendered to god. With god.
In forgetting this, I find myself taking on managerial responsibility that was never meant for a small separate self to carry.
When I’m here to serve all of life, my actions in the moment come from:
“What do I need to do for myself right now that has me resourced to be of service?”
This has a completely different vibration than when I’m thinking in a selfish “me, me, me” way, although the actions can often be the same.
The other thing is that a common theme of this one’s life has been feeling “bad” when I have it good and perceived other selves do not.
But when I’m coming from giving life to be of service, there is no feeling bad. There is just the understanding that I’m well-resourced to live from service. Giving my life to realising a humanity that is free of identification with thoughts and stories.
With no attachment to the outcome.
I am committed to keep getting back up, to keep remembering who I am no matter how much I forget, and to keep giving my life to the undoing of separation wherever it appears.
You ask life to show you where you are not free. It delivers.
This has been my lived experience over the last few months.
It has shown up most clearly for me in parenting and in sexual relating.
In this moment, free from strong identification with my human story, I see that you are all my gurus. You are all my teachers.
Every moment is here to show me something about myself; to reflect me back to myself.
To know the false self, so the Self can be.
In parenting, my youngest son has shown me where I was coming from attachment rather than love.
All his life he has “forced” me to surrender control; to do the best I can to keep him safe, and then to let go and trust life.
To face the truth that I would rather he live (and even die) in freedom than live under control.
As a nine-month-old baby, he was already determined to sit on the edge of the table, one butt cheek hanging off, playing with a sharp knife and staring at me.
It occurred to me that he was observing my discomfort and fear until I surrendered, trusted him, and continued making dinner. I knew that if I stayed in fear, he would continue to push the limits.
At nine months old, he had no concept of attachment to his life. He simply appeared to be delighting in the game whilst being fascinated, curious, and attuned to my responses.
I had already had some practice by then.
My firstborn was always determined to climb the highest tree and get onto the highest roof. As a young mum, I copped a lot of judgement for allowing his freedom.
But my youngest, my third son, took it to a whole new level. He loved climbing coconut trees, and he never chose the shortest one.
Every time I prayed. Every time I felt like I would vomit with fear. And every time, he dropped the coconuts and came down smiling.
Once, he did fall from a shorter tree and somehow landed softly. A total miracle, especially given I’ve had friends injured from falls, one still in a wheelchair, determined to walk again against the doctor’s prognosis.
Born rebelling against my fears and asserting his independence, my third son started experimenting with substances this year. I did not cope.
The fear of addiction, mental damage, and overdose was overwhelming. I oscillated between paralysing fear and rage. It triggered remnants of a bipolar-like condition from earlier in my life.
I could see my intense attachment to his life, but I could not shift it. Everything felt wrong, and I blamed myself. For the first time ever, I did not know how to communicate with or connect to my son, and this terrified me.
A few months later, with more spaciousness around it, everything occurs differently. The connection with my son feels stronger than ever. I trust him completely.
As I came to earlier in his life, I would rather he live, and even die, in freedom, knowing I support that freedom, than live under control.
At the same time, I feel empowered to set clear boundaries around what can occur in our home so as not to jeopardise our lease. And there are moments where I can genuinely join him and his friends in experimenting.
I am deeply grateful to those who supported me through this. And I am grateful to have loosened my grip on attachment to my son’s life, so that I can be with him in love.
And swiftly on the heels of this, life brought me medicine through men I am, or have been, sexual with.
What followed wasn’t dramatic on the surface, but it felt dramatic internally. In reconnecting with a man I had been sexually connected with in the past, I watched myself slip into old programming almost immediately. I got excited. I future-casted, despite myself. I felt attachment begin to form. And with that, I felt myself move out of my free, sovereign, grounded centre and into a narrowing focus on him.
As my attention focused more on one person, my inner love-light dimmed. When my love is equanimous, I feel the most open and expansive. I love without grasping, without preference, even though some people are naturally more relevant to interact with than others.
These past few months have crystallised my understanding that focusing from attachment rather than presence diminishes my availability and generosity for life. I have been shown, once again, that my tendency to fixate on one person has not been transcended and is something I need to remain mindful of.
There is nothing wrong with the interaction itself. Sex is not the issue. Desire is not the issue.
The issue is subtle and internal: attention turning into fixation, curiosity turning into story, openness turning into expectation. I saw how quickly I moved from learning and meeting life as it was into unconsciously trying to get something from the interaction.
With that shift, I was no longer free. I became a prisoner to my own mind.
At the same time, I found myself on the other side of the same pattern. In experiencing someone fixating on me, I saw with confronting clarity the dynamics I have participated in many times before.
What is hard to see from the inside becomes unmistakable when witnessed externally. This experience renewed my commitment to prioritising freedom and staying connected to source.
I have been reminded of my conviction that the purpose of interaction is learning and growth, nothing more and nothing less.
When I am not pulling toward me or pushing away, when I am not grasping for outcome or identity, connection remains clean. Sex can happen. It doesn’t need to happen.
What matters is staying anchored in freedom, allowing life to show me where I am not, and responding with honesty rather than story.
I am not perfect, of course, and in my commitment to freedom, my own and others’, there are times when I can come across as insensitive. I can move into teaching or offering perspective without first asking for consent. I can speak into stories before I’m invited.
Not because I want to fix or override anyone, but because I am oriented toward what I can see beyond the cage of identity and conditioning. Still, I can feel where I move too quickly and lack attunement, and I am taking responsibility for that.
In the past, I didn’t always hold these moments well. I collapsed into self-doubt, over-accommodating, or abandoning my own ground. This recent situation showed me that I’m becoming more adept at noticing where I miss the mark while still staying committed to my own freedom and the freedom of others.
I don’t live exclusively from inner freedom, although the moments when I do are increasing. There are times like recently when I get drawn back into the mind, into analysis, into fear, into trying to work things out from a human perspective rather than from source. And I don’t always move myself out of it immediately.
There are also times when I consciously choose it. I enjoy my friends. I enjoy relating. I enjoy human story. Sometimes I indulge it because connection and relatability matter to me. For me, freedom isn’t the absence of story. It’s the ability to move in and out of story without being owned by it.
When I was in the thick of the parenting crisis, I questioned whether I had any right to support others at all. I felt like I wasn’t “together enough,” like I needed to resolve everything before offering anything. What I see now is that this was just another story. If anything, that experience has given me a deeper capacity to hold people in fear, shame, rage, and uncertainty.
I’m not a coach for everyone. I work best with people who genuinely want freedom. Some of those people are parents. Others are not. What they share is a willingness to question assumptions, look honestly at their stories, and take responsibility for how they are being with life, with their relationships, and, where relevant, with their children. They care about aliveness, sovereignty, and living powerfully, and they are brave enough to examine their own conditioning.
I hold my offerings lightly. There is a pricing structure, yes, but resonance and freedom matter more to me than dollars alone. If you have financial constraints, reach out and we can talk. 0476032201.
I’m a single mum, my time and energy matter. At the same time I’m deeply committed to working with those who are truly ready. If you’re excited by the idea of getting free of old stories, inherited patterns, and programmed limitations, then I invite you to begin here.
And even if you never work with me, the orientation that Everyone is my Guru stands on its own. Life is always teaching. The question is whether we are willing to listen.
This is the practice I’m committed to, no matter how many times I forget.
The moment I’m triggered, irritated, or wanting something to be different, it usually indicates that I’ve forgotten this premise. Remembering that everyone is my teacher returns responsibility to myself, and with that comes empowerment. Then, reactions become information and every charge is an opportunity to see where I’m not free yet.
And may this post plant a seed of curiosity in you, inviting you to let go of trying to get something from life and instead surrender to being a student of it, so you can realise the inner freedom that is always already here.
Before I go any further, I want to be clear about the plane of reality I’m speaking from.
In an absolute sense, there is only pure awareness. Through my own experience, I’ve come to know this human life as a kind of dream, an illusion most of us believe in as real most of the time. I do too. And at the same time, I’ve had enough moments of pure God-spirit, universal source energy moving through me, and experiences through psychedelic plant medicine, where it’s been unmistakably clear that this is all a kind of cosmic joke, a play, an exploration. One consciousness exploring itself. None of this can really be put into words. But I’ve felt it, and it’s what I’m constantly seeking to remember.
So when I say “me,” I’m not talking about ultimate truth. I’m talking about the character, the personality, the collection of thoughts, stories, and ideas that appear as a separate individual.
I’m sharing all of this because I’m publicly naming a shift. This is about me recommitting to devotion to Source, above relationship, attachment, and identity.
Speaking from the human plane of reality, I’ve had an incredibly intense few days.
My nervous system has been activated, and what I really saw is that I’m not living my truth. I’m not living my soul purpose. Even saying “soul purpose,” I know it’s not true in an absolute sense. None of these mind-made stories, no matter how spiritual, are truth. Language can only ever point. And even so, this language helps my life, so I use it.
What I’ve noticed again and again is that when I feel anxious, when my nervous system is activated, it’s because I’m coming from the thoughts and stories of the separate self, what I’ll call the lower self. When I’m coming from the highest perspective, source, soul, spirit, however you want to name it, I feel clear.
What’s come up again recently is relating.
I got so stuck in my head. My mind was going wild. I knew you can’t solve a problem on the same level of consciousness that created it, and yet I kept trying, because it felt helpful, even though it also felt like a complete head fck.
Through a beautiful friend asking me some questions, I really saw how passionate I am about being sovereign and prioritising my connection to Source. And I also saw how, for so long, men and sexual connections have gotten in the way of that. And yet I keep getting drawn back in.
Then I got into the shower. I felt the warm water on my head, and everything dropped away. There was this crystal-clear knowing. Everything that matters to me is prioritising connection to soul and spirit, and moving from that place in this human experience, and sharing that.
With my bestie, even though we’re no longer sexual, everything about our dynamic was still operating as though we were partners. We dropped the partnership label, but we kept acting like partners. We stopped having sex, but we kept acting like partners. Admitting the attachment there was huge.
I rang him and said we need to stop doing this. I cried. I grieved. And I really saw how scared I am without the illusion of security he represents. I’ve seen this before, but I haven’t been courageous enough to fully face it until now. This time, I couldn’t deny it.
Whenever I’m in Brisbane, I just want to see him. It’s addictive for me, and it interferes with my priority, which is my connection to Source.
He was amazing in that conversation. We made a clear agreement about how we’ll see each other, with much less frequency and much more honesty around what I really want. And outside of that, I’m recommitting to what I’m always saying I’m here for, prioritising connection to Source, prioritising waking up from the illusion.
Recently too, I have been sexual with a friend, and I could feel how quickly I slipped back into the dominant cultural story around partnership and romantic meaning. Even with clear “just friends” boundaries, my mind began organising reality around that connection. Assigning significance. Fantasising. Narrowing.
When core wounding was triggered, I could see it clearly. This wasn’t love deepening. It was my attention contracting. My devotion funnelled toward one person, and the light within me dimming. I was reminded again how exclusive, concentrated love pulls me away from my natural state of openness, where love is spacious and available to all of life.
It wasn’t that anything was wrong with the connection. It was that I was mistaking ego desire for truth, and form for Source. Seeing that brought grief, and it also brought relief. Because once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee how much of what I’d been calling love was actually attachment, reinforced by a cultural story that tells us fulfilment lives in partnership, when for me, it never really has.
My priority is being connected to Source while moving through this human experience, without believing I am this separate self. Sexual interactions when I’m emotionally attached pull me off centre, and I’ve finally made the courageous decision to stop that pattern. Erotic play in expansive, non-attached spaces still feels welcome to me, as a way to amplify life force rather than organise identity.
A friend recently asked why I seem averse to attachment. My answer is simple. It’s not ideology, and it’s not because I think attachment is wrong. It’s because I know myself. When attachment forms, my centre shifts away from Source. My nervous system destabilises. I start looking to another human for safety or completion that I already know only comes from spirit.
Attachment, for me, creates an illusion of security that costs me something far more precious, my clarity, my devotion, my truth. And because I’ve spent so much of my life seeing differently, attachment is also where I go quiet and abandon my knowing in order to belong.
So this isn’t rejection of love. It’s refusal to let relationship become my reference point. Through teachings that have shaped me deeply, Bentinho Massaro, Ram Dass, and others, I don’t hear a call to avoid relationship. I hear a call to stay oriented to truth. To love without clinging. To not substitute form for Source.
Another layer that clarified this was being on the other side of fixation. Having someone direct toward me the same kind of intensity I’ve directed toward others. From this side, it was obvious. What was being aimed at me wasn’t really about me. It was misplaced love of Source, focused onto a human form.
I saw this again whilst talking with a previous partner, the one I’ve fixated on the most in the past. I was clear I didn’t want to be sexual, and yet I felt this huge wave of love, just like before. When I expressed it, something felt off. And I realised I was still doing the same thing, taking the love that lives in me and placing it onto a person.
When I’m most in my power, I don’t weight love like that. I love everyone equally. Some people are more present in my life, more relevant in my day-to-day experience, but when I put disproportionate meaning onto specific people, I know I’m out of alignment. I have forgotten that they are simply permission slips, reflections of the love already within me, not the source of it.
Another really important piece has been how alone this path can feel. Which is ironic as when I’m most connected to Source, knowing that it is all one (so I am alone) is liberating. However, when the human feels alone, it is a sign that I have forgotten who I am. When I remember, loneliness is irrelevant.
But from the human perspective, when I look around, almost nobody is talking about what I’m talking about. I start making it mean something is wrong with me. I stop speaking my truth and get pulled into dominant perspectives of reality.
There’s so much focus on improving relationships purely within the 3D human realm. And yes, that’s a huge upgrade from what’s been normalised. But almost no one is pointing to prioritising Source.
There’s a deep loneliness in that. A sense of being different. A fear of losing people I love. A fear that if I really surrender to waking up from the illusion, I’ll no longer be relatable. That fear has kept me quiet many times.
But when I don’t say that my priority is my connection to spirit, I forget it too. I get pulled into the collective orientation, into the belief that something outside of us will complete us. When I don’t speak my truth, I start believing that story as well.
I want to honour my friends, hear their experiences, and stay anchored in what’s most true for me. I don’t feel there’s anything outside of us to get. I don’t even feel that “outside” really exists. It’s a felt knowing more than something I can explain. And there’s fear of being shunned, laughed at, misunderstood. That fear has been a lifelong theme.
I also feel called to name how easily we get pulled into suffering through stories, sides, outrage, and fear. I feel that pull deeply. My son showed me footage from Sudan recently, and I cried for hours. I feel the pain of this world viscerally.
And that’s exactly why I’m so committed to this path. Not because I’m bypassing human suffering, but because I feel it so deeply that I know staying identified with separation only perpetuates it. When we believe we are separate, when we take sides, when we forget the whole, war continues.
None of us get out of here alive. And yet we cling to birth and death as if they’re ultimate truths. From where I’m standing, the only way through is to loosen our attachment to individual identity and remember we are one family, one field, one life. None of us are free until all of us are free.
I want to acknowledge and thank every single person I’ve interacted with over the last week. Everyone has been an important piece. Comforting or confronting. None of it feels accidental. We’re all playing our part in each other’s unfolding, whether we realise it or not.
From the human perspective, I work in the field of sexuality, and I genuinely love that work. And when I’m connected to Source, I am deeply regulated. I don’t need touch. I only become needy when I forget who I truly am and believe I’m just this human self. So, I feel my highest path is not simply soothing the human story but waking people up from it. This is not to say I need to stop my job, but it is to say that I am rechoosing my purpose.
Yes, I have responsibilities. I’m devoted to my children. To my clients. To contributing lovingly to this world. Yet so much of my life I indulge in distraction rather than devotion. To this is where I’m choosing to stand and lead from now: devotion to all of life. Devotion to Source above all else. I am available for awakening, not attachment. For remembering. For devotion. For love that doesn’t cling or substitute form for Source.
This is me claiming that orientation publicly.
If you’re feeling this pull too, if something in you knows there’s more than the human story, more than attachment, identity, and endless repair, I’d love to chat. If you’re keen to prioritise Source, or you’re feeling disillusioned with attachment-based living, DM me on FB or IG.
What I’ve really seen through this recent lesson is how, in the past, whenever I’ve gone through breakdowns, I’ve made it mean I’m too broken to help anybody. I’ve hidden my gifts. I’ve played small again.
But through all the work and training I’ve been doing lately, I’ve faced how stingy that is. My gifts and my story are unique, just like everyone’s. The way I show up is different to anyone else. And yet, for so long, I’ve made myself wrong for that. Afraid of being too much, too intense.
All my life I have been SO afraid of people seeing me as crazy, even though many times I’ve even felt close to driving myself into a psych ward. Being seen as crazy means that I will not be loved and being not loved means that I will die. Yet, I get that I will not die, and the more I get that this life is between me and me (me and God) and that I cannot “get” love “out there,” the more this fear drops away and I become ok with risking not being loved if it means that my story can help even just one other self.
What I got from this recent breakdown is that yes, there is a kind of crazy to my human avatar… and it doesn’t take away from the value that sharing this ego personalities journey. If anything, it’s part of the gift.
Another thing that has held me back from sharing is that I don’t want to feed more into the collective asleep in the dream-ness, nor into “my” asleep-ness. I don’t want to feed more into believing the stories in the illusion.
I want to contribute to all of us waking in the dream. Yet, as I grow and learn, I see that there is a way to do both. To use the illusory story to support all of us in coming home to our true nature.
So this post is “me” choosing to stop hiding. To share openly, and sit in the personality’s discomfort whilst holding the higher perspective that that personality doesn’t actually exist once the stories are released and we are now. And now. And now.
Part 1: The Facebook Post
“Lately I’ve fallen hard back into the density of the human.
The separate self. The personality. The stories.
Anger. Rage. FEAR.
My nervous system feels fried.
It’s been touch and go today. Like the fabric of reality could rip open at any moment. Not in the blissful way that dissolves into awareness, but in the terrifying way where I fear I could lose it, unravel completely, disappear into madness.
But I stayed sane, whatever that means in this insane world.
This morning I saw a vision:
Me lying on the sand at the edge of the waves, The waves like angry tendrils, pulling, pulling, and me resisting.
Then I let it take me. I let myself feel it all. I cried and cried and cried.
The darkness in me. The darkness in all.
I realised I’d become afraid of the dark. Afraid of death.
But I’m not actually afraid of death. It’s just the old imprinting. The little girl survival instincts still doing their thing. Fight to survive.
Here’s what I am reminding myself:
Awareness never left. Even the feeling of being trapped is appearing inside the awareness that I am. Nothing’s actually broken.
Darkness showing itself is grace. The fact that my shadow feels stronger means my light is brighter. This is what it looks like when distortions rise to be transmuted.
I don’t have to fix the psyche. I can gently turn toward what feels lighter, freer, more inspiring right now. The sky. A song. A movement. Frequency is always a choice.
The personality isn’t me. It’s just the avatar doing its thing. I am the one who sees it, the space in which it appears.
Even the discomfort itself is awareness. Even the chaos is awareness.
And maybe you’ve been here too. Maybe the medicine is in the remembering. Together.”
Part 2: What I shared with the Landmark program participants
“I’ve been mostly in the world of the ordinary for days now, just clinging to little possibilities of ease to get me through.
Sitting with this fear of not knowing how to get myself out of what felt like existential terror.
It’s like none of the Landmark distinctions, or the pointers from other trainings, were getting through.
As I drove at 4am to pick up Phoenix and his friends from the train station, something just dropped in. A thought from “god” or whatever you want to call it: I’ve been feeling no gratitude. Not only that, I’ve been in total resistance to life. So much anger that I triggered what felt like a mild manic episode.
I “healed” what once presented as Bipolar years ago, and I haven’t come close to a manic episode in many years. Back then, I noticed it was always triggered by trauma. But this time I got that there is no external trauma, only my thoughts and fear creating it.
And I realised that I’ve been completely consumed in the world of “me, me, me.” Trying to shape life into how I want it, instead of simply being here to give and be love. Literally driving myself crazy.
I forgot that it’s not about me and that I’m here to be of service.
I’m nurturing my body as it takes a toll due to so much adrenalin/cortisol when I do this, and integrating the lesson, and mainly feeling so relieved to feel peace and love again.
So. I am the possibility of contribution, authenticity and love.”
Part 3: The Raw Blog Draft
“I just saw my last post and it made me want to vomit. Actually my whole website makes me want to vomit. Actually, anything that feels curated and polished makes me want to vomit. Actually, I think I make myself want to vomit.
And just to be clear, I don’t actually want to vomit. It’s an exaggeration.
And even this writing is going to make me want to vomit one day as it is going to be a beautiful, poetic version of disgusting, messy, human-ness that never feels poetic in the moment. It feels fckd in the moment.
This morning was incredible stuck energy and discomfort. I meditated with my pod in Bentinho’s community to see what wanted to be looked at. Anger and frustration that I couldn’t let spirit in, pricked at my eyes. Even though I know that’s such BS. Spirit so everywhere. But this felt so real.
Afterwards I lay in bed and cried a bit. Ahhh yes, here it is. Finally the welcome relief from my own self-made torture chamber. Ok. Let me be dramatic. I fkn love being dramatic. It helps me see the ridiculousness of the suffering I create for myself.
But no, as soon as I saw my tears as an escape from discomfort, they stopped. Faaark. What am I meant to do? Accept it. Stop trying to fix it. I heard this. But I didn’t want to listen. I just wanted to escape myself and feel God.
This is God, I heard. Then the anger and hatred and rage welled up inside me and I felt like I was fighting god. You’re fighting yourself. You’re always only ever fighting yourself.
You can choose love or you can choose to fight. I want to feel love. Well, feel it. It’s always right here. Annoying little voice.
Then I gave in to it. I surrendered to the rage, the hatred, the anger. I surrendered to the pain and the damage and the impact. I surrendered to the rape and the torture and the murder. I let myself be it all.
I saw it all in myself, I saw it all in the world, I saw it all in everybody and I saw it all in my son. Jeebers, who needs Ayahuasca.
And I cried. I welcomed the mess, I welcomed the insanity, I welcomed all the bits of my psyche I was scared of. Hate, blame, anger, rage, fear lashing out. “Out there” because it was being repressed, unaccepted, rejected “in here.”
And with that I can say: your rage is welcome. I don’t want the perfect, curated version of you or me. I want it all.
The world is not broken. The world does not need fixing. There is fkn nothing wrong. If there is something wrong out there then there is something wrong in here. And if there is something wrong in here, then I cannot love out there.
So I don’t need to delete my coaching offer. I don’t need to delete my vomity perfectly curated website. All the curated, polished bits are welcome too.
Through this journey of coming back onto socials I’ve wrestled with how to show up. Overshare my crazy shiiiiit as I used to? Undershare and be stingy? Still trying to get it perfect. Still afraid of the darkness.
Who cares?
None of it is ultimately true. Nothing that comes out of my mouth as words or typing is true.
The BS is the human experience. The BS is why we’re here. Sometimes judged as pretty, sometimes ugly — but it’s the human experience. And none of it is real.
But trying to not do the thing that gets me excited and alive (typing verbal vomits) feels like my life force stops flowing.
So, so, so, SO much judgement. And then, I take it SO personally.
Like, oh I don’t wanna post this, what will people think? Like I’m the only one that thinks these thoughts, like these thoughts are me.
If I am not my thoughts, if I am the one that observes the thoughts then why do I care?
Because I still believe I am a separate, limited human having thoughts. I still believe that this separate little human knows better than spirit, than higher intelligence.
Hahahaha.”
Closing
The catalyst for all of this has been parenting. My deepest fear has been seeing my younger son suffer, and in that fear I disconnected from simply being the channel that allows God’s love to flow. That disconnection threw me into existential terror. I linked it to outer circumstances, but the real lesson was inside: when I say to life, “purify me of everything that blocks me from remembering I am pure awareness,” life shows me exactly where I’m still attached.
And of course, my attachment to my kids is the biggest one. It’s my weakness, my teacher.
Through this, I was reminded once again that it is just me and me. That when I stop fighting the stories and open to awareness, everything transforms. Suddenly the trees, the leaves, the world around me feels beautiful again. I can simply hold space for my boys as they are, and as they are not. Love them in all of it.
That’s what I see more clearly now: my gift is not in being a perfect parent. My parenting has been messy, inconsistent, imperfect. One moment controlling, the next moment giving too much freedom. But that’s exactly what makes me powerful in supporting others. Because I know what it is to wrestle with fear and self-doubt. I know what it is to think you’re too broken, and to keep showing up anyway.
What I offer isn’t answers or strategies — it’s presence. It’s the willingness to sit with you when you can’t hold yourself. It’s space, love, and the remembering that even in the darkest moments, awareness never left.
And if you feel called to reach out — do. I don’t have a fixed price for this kind of support. My website prices are an indication of how I value my time (and all the money I make goes towards my transformation and mothering my children) AND I already earn well through my bodywork practice, so I’d rather keep this fluid. We can work out what feels right — maybe a contribution, maybe exchange, maybe free. What matters to me is the connection, and that we find a way that honors both of us.
Because in the end, it’s never about the money. It’s about love. It’s about awakening. It’s about walking each other home.
Holy shit. My shadows have been shown to me from every angle lately. And I know that when I step up and play a bigger game, when I say yes to coaching, to transformational work, life is going to show me every place where I’m not yet walking my talk, and that’s exactly what’s been happening. It’s a constant unfolding. It’s not like we’re ever done, ever fully transformed. But layer by layer, the breakdowns carry more mastery, and the breakthroughs come quicker.
I haven’t shared for a long time. I haven’t felt like I had anything clear to contribute, and I didn’t want to add to the noise; the endless world of believing the mind, believing the 3D human illusion. It occurs in my reality that most people seem to live entirely from that place, and I’ve wanted to push them away, shut them out, blame them. But that’s my mirror, showing me I’m coming from that place too.
It’s not about shutting anything out. It’s about transforming my inner experience so that my outer experience transforms.
The thing is, when I’m connected to full love, light, source, presence, awareness right here, right now, all of this falls away, and nothing else is relevant. That state is always available. It’s so simple. I know I’m the only one getting in the way of it.
The forgetting is part of it. Falling off the bandwagon and then coming back to awareness, love, presence. That is the gift. Because I know resistance, hatred, anger, disconnection so well, I can coach people through it in a way I couldn’t if I were always connected to Source and coming from love.
And yes, I see that reflected in my feed; either anger, pain, blame, and believing in the 3D illusion, or else just people being more superficial and fake, not fully fucking real about their transformation. Neither land for me. And yet when I shift inside, my feed shifts too. I start seeing content aligned with my truth; inspiring, uplifting, reflecting back the higher version of me.
My intention is simply to bring my gifts forward and contribute.
In so many moments over the past six weeks my body has been so uncomfortable from being triggered and activated, from sitting in my fears and shadows. In the last 72 hours I’ve cried more than I have in years. Those cries where you gasp for breath and everything pours out until nothing is left; full surrender, purifying, amazing.
I want to acknowledge the people I voice messaged while I was crying it out. Those messages helped me release the tears, and I’m grateful.
Since moving into this new apartment with my middle son back home, life has demanded a whole new level of transformation. And I also want to speak to the beauty of it as I’ve wanted this for so long. But paying $1000 a week rent, holding my kids, holding myself; all the shadows waiting to be transformed so I can step into the next version of myself have come up. I was prepared for it, but wow, it’s been way more intense than I realized.
What’s become clear is that what I call trauma responses come when I cut myself off from Source and believe in the 3D illusion. From that place, of course the world feels traumatic. I don’t understand how anyone who only believes in this physical reality could not be traumatized, because there’s so much fucked up shit going on. And yet, there’s so much beauty too. When we zoom out and see this 3D game as illusion, even conflict is harmony. And only from that place do we have the power to influence this reality in a positive way.
Disconnected from Spirit, I start trying to get something from life instead of being of service; coming from attachment instead of contribution. Which only compounds the trauma response.
I want to acknowledge my human ego personality self (not the real me,) but the way my little girl decided she needed to be to survive. She sees the world as mean, people as mean, and believes she has to defend and protect herself. I’ve seen that fight-protection mode so clearly lately, even in its subtler forms. And yet, behind it all, the ever-present background of awareness is more available than ever; that peace quietly sitting behind the rage and discomfort of believing in the 3D illusion.
And despite it all, there’s so much I’m grateful for.
With my youngest son, parenting has been huge. He and his friends have been wanting to experiment with substances, and I’ve been resistant, unwilling to accept and support what they want in a healthy way. It triggered a trauma response in me.
I felt grief, like the amazing team my son and I used to be had fallen apart. He was my number one fan with my coaching, and it felt like that connection got shattered. I know that as I transform myself, that connection will shift too.
And yet the beauty is that all the parents have come together. It’s been exciting, transformative, empowering. Stepping up as a team. I even question why we didn’t do it sooner, but here we are doing it now.
And my father. I’m grateful for him. He held space in a new way, not authoritarian but protective, minimizing risk for the boys. That was a breakthrough. Considering he’s lived through one child lost to suicide, me almost gone too, another not speaking to him. I’m impressed with how he’s changed.
So many times these last six weeks I’ve prayed: Spirit, hold me, guide me, hold us, hold all of this. Total surrender. Turning it all over to life.
Since being up in the Daintree rainforest, I initially struggled to be back in Brisbane. But even at 4am as I write this, my experience is transforming; I notice I’m starting to enjoy the city more.
And relationships have been another mirror.
My previous lover, who’s overseas, told me he’s in love. All my shit came up. Rage, grief, hatred, that little girl screaming “how dare you.” It mirrors my father wound. What I’ve realized is that I don’t want lovers who drown me in lovey-dovey attention. It throws me off center; it makes it too easy to get hooked. I want lovers who are sovereign in themselves, who see relating as a place to learn, to see shadows, to play. Not to grasp or cling.
Casual, in-the-moment sex can be beautiful. But if anything becomes ongoing, I want to keep bringing it back to nothing: just two humans meeting in this moment, not assuming the next. And even as I write this I see that I don’t even resonate with wanting lovers. I don’t want anything from anything is one of my favorite pointers.
I also see where I let my previous lover’s attention feed my wounded child instead of calling it out. Moving forward, I need to be super onto that.
And now, with another friend (sometimes lover), I see the contrast. Language matters. When someone says “I missed you,” it hooks that wounded part. But “I’ve been thinking of you” leaves space for presence and curiosity. That’s the difference.
And then with Haylen. When we saw each other after two weeks, I felt discomfort; it seemed like expectation, need, dependency. I haven’t spoken to him yet, so I don’t know if it’s projection. What I did get is the importance of checking in every moment, making no assumptions, no obligations.
We tried on the label of couple, but it doesn’t resonate. Too easily it slides into obligation and expectation. What I want is to meet in the moment; no assumptions, no roles, just presence.
And I need to hold myself in that too. With the other friend/ lover, I see the importance of checking in with what he’s wanting/ feeling in the moment without assumptions. With Haylen, I am learning to say no when I mean no, instead of acting from obligation.
And through all of this, coaching has been on my mind. The thoughts come: I can’t coach while going through this. But that’s not true. This is the work . Transforming “me, me, me” into contribution. This is purification. I asked for this when I stepped into coaching, even though it scares the shit out of me.
What blocks my self-expression is fear. And yet, my coaching is walking together, transforming together, coming home together. If I had clients, I’d step up, the transformation would move faster, for me and for them. That’s new-paradigm coaching. Old paradigm is polished programs, pretending to be above the mess. New paradigm is being in the mess together, and transforming it.
And that’s where I stand: imperfect, unraveling, grateful, forgetting, remembering.
I remember one moment in particular that taught me more about parenting than any book ever could.
My middle son was around six. He’d been gaming for hours and had skipped lunch. By mid-afternoon, he was spiralling. Hungry, dysregulated, and completely overwhelmed. He started screaming at me to make him food. Yelling that I’d promised to help him beat a level in his game (which I knew I hadn’t, and wouldn’t have even known how to do), but I let him have his experience without correcting him.
I knew it wasn’t just about the food. I knew he was very capable of making food for himself, and there was something deeper at play here. I was usually very generous in making food for him, but in this instance I could feel something more was surfacing. So instead of jumping to act on the demand, I chose to witness him with an open heart. I chose to stay in command of myself , to generate peace within, no matter what. I knew this was a pivotal moment, one that could either heal or harm. In the past, I’d reacted and caused harm. But I’d also reflected, learned, and made a commitment to show up differently when next time came.
Next time was here. And I held space.
He kept yelling. He started throwing toys off the veranda.
At that time, I was still with their Dad, who walked out and started speaking in a harsh tone, threatening consequences if anything broke. In that moment, something fierce rose within me and I clearly motioned for him to get out. I’ve got this.
Our son didn’t need interference. He didn’t need control. He needed trust, presence, and neutrality.
This is what transformational parenting is to me. It’s not about avoiding or suppressing our kids’ strong emotions. It’s about welcoming them; lovingly, and without fear. Their intensity isn’t something to be fixed. It’s something to be witnessed. If we can stay grounded in the storm, we become the stable nervous system they need in order to learn how to hold themselves.
I knew what was happening. I knew how to hold it. I knew that if his dad stayed, it would escalate. And thankfully, to his credit, he trusted me and left us to it.
I stayed grounded. I didn’t try to fix or control. I trusted my son.
Trusted that what needed to come out, needed to come out. Trusted that what he was throwing wasn’t truly harmful. And even if it broke, it wasn’t more important than what he was moving through, and we would find a mutual solution later to rectify any damages.
He raged for 45 minutes. Screamed. Blamed. Fell apart.
And I let him.
Of course, there are boundaries. I don’t allow my kids to hurt others or destroy things that belong to someone else. But if it’s their own stuff, I let it break. And then I hold them through the consequences afterward. I’ve even physically held my children while they were raging and in danger of hurting others. I held them not from anger, but from deep calm. So they could feel: “You’re not bad. It’s just not okay to harm another when you’re angry”. That distinction is important.
At one point, his older brother who was eight at the time, offered to go to the shop with his own pocket money to buy him a pie. And it wasn’t the pie that changed things. It was the timing.
My eldest felt the rage softening in his younger brother and wanted to support him. No fixing. Just love.
Within minutes, my middle son was quiet. Calm.
Whilst my eldest was riding his bike to the shops, my beautiful six year old walked outside, picked up every toy he’d thrown, and returned them to their places. Nothing was broken. No forced apology. No forced resolution. Just a natural return to himself, held in total presence, love, and acceptance.
He picked up the toys not because I asked him to, but because once he felt clear again, he wanted to. He’d already learned that after a breakdown comes a breakthrough, and with that comes taking responsibility for the impact. He learned this through my role modelling and gentle guidance in similar situations with him and his brothers.
He didn’t need to be corrected. He needed to be trusted, so he could learn to trust himself.
That is what I want to pass on to my children. Not perfection, but a deep sense of welcome. A knowing that all of them (all of us), can be held, even in our hardest moments.
Of course, this kind of moment doesn’t always unfold so seamlessly. In families where deep trust hasn’t yet been built, or where there’s a backlog of unprocessed emotion, it may take longer. My coaching goes into more detail on this, but I want to name that the ease of this moment came through years of inner work. Mostly in repairing and learning through the harder parenting moments I’d had with my eldest.
With my middle son, trust was already strong. But if it hadn’t been, this moment would have looked different.
I probably would’ve sat outside with the toys, just calmly being there. Not waiting for him, but being available to him. I wouldn’t have forced him to stay with me, and he would’ve been free to continue on with his day. This isn’t about control. It’s about creating openings for reconnection and the possibility of self-responsibility.
And when he came to me, as he eventually would, whether to ask for help or just be near me, I would have placed this moment above all else. There have been times I’ve cancelled commitments to prioritise this kind of learning. Not always, but when it felt most aligned, I did. Because this is where it happens: the real teaching, the real trust-building.
I imagine I might’ve said something like, “I really want to help you with that. And it’s important to me that we first clean up the toys. Not as a punishment, but so you can learn to take responsibility for cleaning up the mess caused by an meltdown.”
This part matters. The intention matters. This isn’t about making them wrong or forcing compliance. It’s about empowering them to take responsibility in a way that feels safe, connected and even playful. You’re right there with them. Not shaming, not controlling, but standing beside them, as their ally, to help them pick up the pieces. This particular son of mine is now twenty years old and creating an epic life for himself, and he still calls me occasionally to help pick up the pieces. And it’s such an honour.
And as I continue to transform, I continue to witness and support their transformation too.
My babies are my greatest teachers.
This transformation is ongoing.
It’s fuelled by the fierce, primal love that only a mother knows.
By the knowing that how I love myself is how they learn to love themselves.
This moves me from old patterns of self-loathing, fear, and blame –
to radical responsibility, love, and presence.
Parenting is, and always has been, my deepest spiritual path.
The intensity of the love, the rawness of the fear, the heartbreak, the mundane, the magic… this is the alchemy.
This journey isn’t perfect, but it’s not all shadow work and sobbing either!
These days, I get to hang out with my kids, laugh with them, eat delicious food together, go for walks, listen to music with them and have long, meandering conversations. And honestly? Just being in their presence cracks my heart open to a deeper love. And that’s been the fuel that’s carried me through the hard bits.
And no, I didn’t have a lot of resources.
I chose to be with them. I chose a path that didn’t come with financial security or external validation.
I didn’t have much money. I didn’t have a formal support system.
I had time.
I had my intuition.
I had devotion.
And I was willing to face myself, over and over again.
That was the resource.
That’s what made the difference.
I don’t share this to say do what I did.
I share it because I want every parent to know:
It’s possible.
Not easy.
Not perfect.
But absolutely possible to create a peaceful and empowered connection with your kids.
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We spent a lot of time road-tripping, including two trips to Northern territory. Here we are at Mataranka Hot Springs, where my youngest son learnt to swim.
I have been watching Cory Katuna’s new podcast “Perspective.” Her 4th episode is the most relevant to my journey yet. I’ve included it at the bottom of this post.
Cory is one of the clearest, wisest woman that’s ever come into my field. I found out about her as she joined Bentinho Massaro’s team. I used to follow Bentinho’s teachings, and although they helped and planted seeds, I really wasn’t “ready” for them. Cory was a bit of an “access in,” or so it occurred to me, so I had some coaching with her on and off over the years. But I also wasn’t “ready” for her coaching either. Although I intellectually “got” what she was saying, and deeply resonated, and it lit me up momentarily, I was waaaay too stuck in attachment to my human personality and what it wanted to get much transformation.
Really, the teachings simply helped me keep my head above water and survive the human experience. For that I am grateful. And for the seeds they planted, I am also grateful.
Although I’ve always had the seeking urge, most of my human existence I have not had a heart full of love, radiating that out to my other selves. Despite many times of accessing this state, I would get pulled into the temptation of anger and blame and fear and ego, small-self “taking” energies.
And all this is ok. In fact, it’s completely perfect and beautiful. As I consolidate the state of being more of a “giving” rather than “taking” being, I see that my life is the perfect opportunity to help others like myself that WANT to get out of the smaller self state but keep turning back to the addiction of personality. I get it. I’ve not mastered it, but we can walk the journey together. And supporting others also supports me to more frequently anchor in love.
I get how the ego actually makes one believe that something will be lost if the personality is let go of and one aligns with the higher self. Hilarious even as I glimpse the experience of more effortlessly being aligned, more often.
It was our trip to Thailand that had me cutting the cr*p (finally hehe) and committing fully to this path. It was a wonderful trip with my son. Yet what I got from it is that I no longer get anything out of purely engaging in things for the separate personality self. It was beautiful connecting with my son, but I do that every day anyway. It felt like it took us both away from what we’re committed to creating. Yet, I decided to fully “have” the experience, as we were there. And in its way, of course, it was EXACTLY what I needed. As I saw that I’m only fulfilled when I’m engaging in thoughts, actions or stillness in order to amplify the love within and to support others to do the same. Riding around a scooter, visiting beautiful beaches in Koh Tao felt empty. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what I’m here for.
I was also seeing that being in Landmark’s leadership program was challenging me more than I was ready for. Landmark’s curriculum has really made the difference when it has come to a real state change for me. I highly recommend Landmark and I stand by what they offer and pretty much everyone I know would benefit from their curriculum. Their programs are accessed by being invited by a friend and I’ve invited many and will continue to do so. And I will also continue participating in their programs and may, one day, attempt their leadership program again.
However, in Thailand, I was starting to “crave” Bentinho’s (and Cory’s) teachings and community that I let go of a few years ago. All these things that I didn’t get, and these blind spots that I couldn’t see within myself (until Landmark), were showing me that NOW their teachings, along with Landmarks programs, would make a real difference to me making a real difference AND to me living my calling (people discovering the ever-present love that’s always, already here).
In the past I identified with “the hippie part in me”, which still had lingering judgments about things like makeup and manicured nails and polished beauty. There was a part of me that only wanted to be coached by someone who looked and lived more like me; no make-up, no hair-dye (grey hair), but naturally beautiful in an earthy, no-fuss way. This was slowly shifting and then dissolved with Landmark’s curriculum. I’m no longer attached to my form or image. With the desire to support all of us to remember who we are, I choose to show up in whatever way will powerfully support this commitment.
During the Landmark trainings we learn about taking responsibility when we break our word, and I knew I wanted to eventually get in touch with Cory and acknowledge how out of integrity I’d been with her and her business partner. About 3 years ago, I dropped out of their 6-month women’s mentorship without communication and had also not paid the membership fee as per our agreement. I’d justified it by saying that it wasn’t for me, and that I wasn’t up to their standard. And they’d be fine without the money. Total lack of self-responsibility. Not to make that previous version of my personality “wrong,” just to acknowledge what was so.
From Consuming to Communion
In the past, Cory had coached me around my weakness: men. While I was in Thailand, I had a sleepless night where old patterns resurfaced; those familiar triggers around men that used to consume me. But this time, something was different. I transmuted it quickly and powerfully within myself. In the past, I was deeply entangled in addiction to male attention and the fantasy of being chosen. Yet here I was, after only a few hours, totally at peace knowing that a lover I was deeply connected with, was spending the night with another woman, and one of my closest friends at that. I wasn’t spiralling (or not for long). I returned swiftly to stillness, clarity, and love. In that moment, I realised: I’m ready. I’ve come a long way. This shift from seeking to sovereignty is something I now feel deeply called to share.
That night, I knew that Cory was my next-level coach, even though she’s coached me before. At the very least, I knew I needed to take responsibility for the past and check whether she felt inspired to work with me again. If not, I trusted another coach would appear. I now see that if we truly want to make a difference, a coach is essential; to help us stay aligned to service and accountable when we slip back into old patterns. And part of what I feel called to offer is coaching others in returning to self-love and transforming their relationships, especially with their children. These are the themes of my life. My unique gifts. So if I’m going to coach, I definitely need to be coached.
That same lover has now left the country with no plans to return anytime soon. His departure revealed something I hadn’t fully admitted: I was still seeking oneness through him; through the intoxication of our connection, rather than anchoring into my own sovereignty and dissolving into oneness from within. There was still a subtle clinging to the illusion of a separate “other” as the gateway to bliss. But true wholeness doesn’t come from outside ourselves. There is no outside. It’s all one. You can’t add to wholeness. And now that I’m embodying this more deeply, it’s been a profound breakthrough. I no longer crave connection just for the sake of physical closeness, not even cuddles. If a cuddle is there, I can enjoy it if I choose. If sex is there, I enjoy it if I choose. As I feel more and more filled from within, blissful for no reason, there’s nothing I need to get. And that changes everything.
I’ll share more about this soon, but it feels relevant to mention that, for the first time in a long while, I also have what most would consider a partner (that I live with). It’s been unfolding in a very different way than any dynamic I’ve experienced before, rooted less in needing and more in practicality, freedom, and learning.
He is a mirror for all the parts in me that are not love; like blaming, judging, and making wrong. This brings me to name some more shadows, because I’m committed to no longer letting them run the show, and to offering this as a permission slip for others to get honest with their own. I’m also committed to awakening over comfort. One is projecting that others don’t like me or are being mean, which often mirrors the harshness I can direct inward, or sometimes outward. In response, I tend to shut down my heart, preemptively closing off to avoid potential rejection. I’ve done this in the past, including when I left the women’s mentorship with Cory, I convinced myself I wasn’t good enough, and instead of communicating honestly, I hid. Hiding is another shadow of mine. Rather than speaking up, I sometimes disappear.
One of my shadows is only ever “just” having enough money. It’s a pattern I’d really like to shift. As part of my stand to deepen my commitment to remembering who I am, I’m noticing that when my why for money is rooted in service to others, it flows in with abundance. And then, bam, the ego gets scared. It finds ways to spend it, block it, or sabotage the flow altogether, just to (ironically) feel safe and stay small.
Anyway, Cory agreed to coach me again, as long as I paid for the package up front (although she’s now said we can get started yay!). At this stage, I’m halfway through paying it off. I’ll still participate in Landmark’s courses from time to time, with the Communication Course coming up in July, which I know will be another game changer. And I’ve just rejoined Bentinho’s Adept Training after more than three years away. I’m super excited. I feel like I’m working with the best tools on the planet to support me in letting go of living for a separate “me” and instead, living as One.
Touching back on the money piece: I recently (randomly or synchronistically, depending how you see it) came across a woman named Alex Tripod. She’s a manifestation coach who shares loads of free and low-cost content, alongside her high-ticket offerings. She talks about aligning with service, getting clear on the why behind your financial desires, and ultimately recognizing that what we’re really trying to manifest through “stuff” is just the feeling of love.
That part I already knew but to hear her speak it gave her merit in my eyes. 20 years of soaking up just about every spiritual teaching under the sun has made that clear that what we want is because we think that we will feel good in the having of it. And I’ve experienced massive up-levels around being love. But there’s still a huge block when it comes to money. I can feel it and my bank account shows it. It needs to be transformed. Not for the sake of wealth itself, but because the stuck-ness is stopping the full flow of love. So for now, Alex is another support in my “support myself to support the world” tool belt.
I also want to name ISTA (the International School of Temple Arts) here. I did their Level 1 training in November 2023, and it was instrumental in my transformation. It’s another modality I recommend, especially for the somewhat self-responsible seeker on the path of transformation. Towards the end of that training, I felt such profound love and connection with the whole group. I experienced what it was like to rest in unity. But as I left, I saw how absent that feeling had been in my daily life. And I committed to changing that. Not by going to more trainings, but by shifting how I relate to myself and others in the everyday.
It’s funny. Three out of four of the most transformational containers I’ve been part of are also pretty controversial in the media. Of course, no system or person is perfect, mistakes happen, but I find it fascinating how quick some people are to cancel, call out, or condemn, without looking within. To a discerning eye, those accusations usually say more about the accuser. What also fascinates me is how readily people believe those accusations. On one hand, it’s a shame, because it might stop them from experiencing real transformation. On the other hand, maybe it’s the perfect filter. Maybe it’s a way to naturally weed out those who are still determined to cling to victimhood, ego, and separation.
It’s ironic as I’m aware that all these words, this story, is coming from ego. The paradox of wanting to support myself and others to remember who we truly are, whilst using words. Let’s “use” the words, then let them go and breathe into that which exists before the words.
Anyways, simply in the committing to coaching with Cory, I am living into that future, and there have been SO many shifts into deeper alignment with the higher self and it’s felt more noticeable when I’m coming from ego.
When the Call Becomes Louder Than the Fear
Lately, I’ve immersed myself almost exclusively in dialogue and content focused on transformation and awakening. Though I’ll be honest: last week, I abandoned that standard. I chose comfort, connection, and the familiar over my commitment. I take full responsibility and I’ve since re-anchored in my devotion to engaging only in conversations and content that serve transformation.
I I’ve even started using the word awakening again, a word I previously ditched because it felt bypassy and a bit vomit-worthy. For a while, I explored somatics, sexuality-based transformation (and I still work in the field of sexuality), and shadow work through various modalities, including ISTA. That path taught me a lot. It was probably a necessary chapter, one I’d still recommend, and will likely return to from time to time. But it’s not what lights me up right now.
My experience is that embodiment and sexuality practices can take us far… but only up to a point. I’ve reached incredible states of bliss and transcendence through the body, but nothing compares to what I’ve glimpsed when I’ve gone beyond identifying with the body entirely. Awakening is about transforming one’s state, not bypassing the human experience. Of course, discernment is essential. We must be willing to feel, to be with what’s here, to not skip the human parts. Just yesterday reminded me of that. I wasn’t able to access a state change, and what supported me most was being with all my parts, not trying to transcend them.
Okay, that brings me to one more powerful tool I use: parts work, or Internal Family Systems (IFS). I had coaching last year with one of the incredible ISTA facilitators, Caitlyn Cook, and it was a game changer. During that time, I learned how to use the modality on myself, somewhat effectively, even without a coach.
I mention all of these tools because they’re what support me. My intention is to support us all to walk together in transformation and awakening. There are many paths that lead home. My journey might one day become a tool in someone else’s tool belt, just as so many others have been tools in mine. That’s why I’m no longer hiding, playing small, or staying silent.
Another reason I let go of talking about awakening for a while was because I had this story that I’d lose my friends. I was still caught in the personality’s smaller desires; seeking approval, connection, belonging… rather than being devoted to global transformation. And I still love my friends. But I’m okay now if some of them no longer want to walk with me. Because finally, staying small and quiet feels worse than the risk of being misunderstood or left out.
So anyways, circling back to the start of my post. Cory’s podcast on “Why Safe Spaces Aren’t Safe” felt really relevant to what I’m witnessing globally and personally. An increased expectation that “others” provide us with safety. There’s a few layers here. Firstly, the human body is never really safe. We can die at any time. So, in some ways, we are never safe. The other piece is that just like love, safety can only truly be found from within, and given to ourselves. If you are hitting me, I will keep myself safe, and leave. If I do not leave, if I choose to stay, I will not shun responsibility and place blame and say that you are an abuser. That may be so, but that is not my business. My business is to be self-responsible. If I see you as an abuser, then how am I an abuser? Did I abuse myself for staying around someone who hits me? Yes, I did. All hypothetical but you get the point of where I strive to come from in life.
Well, Cory is way more in depth and succinct in her exploration of this, so I urge all to watch it. She points to safe friendships being those where each person errs on the side of self-responsibility and I want everybody to watch this as I feel like if we could just get this and choose self-responsibility over blame and reactivity, that would transform the world. Although she’s exploring as she talks, and she’s just suggesting that it is responsibility that is the basis of safety in friendships. However, my stance in this moment is strong, I totally see this is my experience. Although I absolutely don’t agree with her that responsibility doesn’t sound very sexy haha and will gladly stand by my perspective here that self-responsibility is sexy as fck. The sexiest thing actually. I also see that up until recently, I wasn’t a safe space. I didn’t take 100% responsibility. I’m committed to this now and I’m committed to acknowledging when I fck up, as I will.
And as I mentioned in my last post, I’m committed to sharing transparently as I transform my shadows. So I’ll start with this: this morning I woke up feeling self-doubt. I’d poured hours into my last post. I cried. I felt this deep resonance that I was sharing from contribution. And then… I noticed hardly anyone had liked it (though thank you to the few who did!).
In the past, that would’ve stopped me. But not anymore. I’m committed. And I also see this as a “test.” Where am I coming from? Am I sharing from a place of deep, inspired soul truth? If so, likes don’t matter. As soon as I coached myself through it, I felt my power return. My conviction. My commitment to global transformation. This isn’t about validation. My inner knowing is validation enough.
I also saw a practical learning. Maybe I should’ve mentioned that the caption contained a deeper share, as many people don’t read them. Lesson for next time. AND on a deeper level, I trust that those in resonance will find it. This was actually great practice. My perfectionist part (already challenged by the imperfection of my social sharing) had another opportunity to be seen, held, and lovingly dissolved into the truth: that part is not me, because it’s not love.
Alex Tripod’s journey has helped here too. Seeing how she started imperfectly and her business still exploded. I believe that’s due to a few things: her authentic imperfection, her willingness to make mistakes, her commitment to show up, her conviction to share her mission (raising the vibration of humanity), and her devotion to state transformation.
And I know I didn’t post a trend. I didn’t post a dopamine hit. I posted a call for frequency recalibration. And that’s not what a scroll-hungry culture conditioned to reward performance over depth is usually looking for.
So, here I am, continuing to show up in my truth. Committed to the long haul. This is what I am here for. And now I am excited to face all the ego’s little stuff that used to stop me.
From Smaller-Self Seeking to Higher-Self Service
Another part of Cory’s podcast that landed deeply for me was her exploration of how often people misread intentions and project their unhealed pain onto others. She names how Bentinho and the team have, at times, been falsely accused or labelled as a “cult,” which I touched on earlier. I remember clearly when (to my awareness) the first major smear campaign happened. I was actually at the workshop it stemmed from.
The event itself was incredible. Powerful and expansive. But I was still deeply stuck in attachment to form and in my own suffering, so I wasn’t able to fully integrate the teachings at the time. What shocked me most wasn’t my own disconnection, it was seeing someone who’d also attended go online and spread a highly distorted, malicious narrative.
It was a moment of confrontation: how could someone twist and pervert something so pure, so devoted to liberation, in a way that actively tried to sabotage it? I felt the heartbreak and the rage. It was painful to watch someone’s self-serving agenda interfere with a path that could genuinely support so many people.
And yes, I know even that judgment arises from ego. The desire to defend, correct, make wrong. But I also see clearly that this kind of projection and takedown culture doesn’t come from love. And it doesn’t serve collective awakening. In fact, it gets in the way of people being able to discern when there is something truly dangerous unfolding. It’s like the boy who cried wolf.
The antidote, as always, is self-responsibility. Finding love and safety within. When we live from that place, we are not vulnerable to cults, or to the illusion that something outside us is ever the real enemy. Oooooh. Goosebumps as those words are typed.
Here feels like the perfect moment to acknowledge that during my earlier involvement with Bentinho’s trainings, I was operating from a “taking” energy. I was somewhat aware of this at the time, but I wasn’t yet able to transform it. On the surface, I told myself I was there to be of service, and a part of me genuinely was, but underneath, I was still stuck in my own mental suffering.
Suffering, which I now fully get, I was creating for myself. No one was harming me; I was harming myself with my thoughts and old emotional patterns. from that place my engagement with the teachings became more about consumption than contribution. I was constantly asking, “How can I feel better?” As if awakening was more about personal relief rather remembering truth.
That was the energy I brought, and I see it clearly now. It feels important to name this, because what’s shifting for me now is a movement from taking to serving. From needing to feel better to a commitment to embodying love. The path is no longer about escape. It’s about living from love.
It’s about showing up, no matter how messy, in devotion to something greater than the individual self. Not to be perfect, not to be seen, but to be used by love, for love. And if this post speaks to you, and you’re willing to take full responsibility for the world that we’re co-creating, then get in touch!
I keep seeing posts from well-meaning people pouring their energy outwards. Pointing fingers. Naming enemies. Fighting what’s wrong. Reposting outrage like it’s activism.
But what if all that energy was turned inward? What if instead of trying to fix “them,” we transmuted us? What if the real work, the work that actually shifts the field, isn’t in what we say, but in the frequency we hold?
Because when our attention stays out there, it is a distraction. It keeps us from the one thing that truly transforms the world: remembering who we are beyond the ego’s personal, small-self stories.
I’m not suggesting don’t speak. I’m encouraging you to ask yourself: Where is your voice coming from? Is it rising from your heart? From deep knowing? Is it born from silence, reflection, inner inquiry? Or is it just a reaction? Are you echoing the voices around you, fuelling the cycle of blame and fear, and calling that clarity?
Let’s not confuse performance with presence. Let’s not pretend reposting rage is the same as building a new world. Let’s remember: when we feel triggered it’s ego, not love, that we’re speaking.
Let’s come together and create that new world. Let’s build communities rooted in love, truth, and the courage to see the darkness within. Let’s tell the truth about what’s happening inside us, not just what we think is happening outside.
Because everything we perceive “out there” is a mirror. We are vibrational beings living in a field of frequency. Matter is mostly empty space, 99.9999% space. Even science now points to this: it’s not matter, but energy, that shapes reality.
So instead of trying to change the form, let’s shift the frequency.
Let’s ask ourselves, what am I broadcasting through my energy today? What am I creating, with my words, with my presence?
It’s not about bypassing the human experience. It’s about remembering who we really are, beyond it.
When I let go of my ego, when I shift from fear to love, when I start radiating love instead of consuming, everything shifts. That’s not some weird new age BS. That’s physics.
So I call for radical self-responsibility. Because there is no “out there.” There’s only projection. Reflection. The world we see is our own consciousness. When we see the world as sick, we’re naming the sickness we haven’t yet healed in ourselves. Our perception is a confession. Whether we see beauty or chaos, both reveal our inner world.
So, I request, for the benefit of all, instead of sharing your opinion on what you perceive is happening out there, please have the courage to share how you’re dissolving the war within yourself. I want to hear how you’re sitting in silence and meeting your shadows. How you’re transmuting fear into love. Separation into wholeness. How you’re holding the mirror up to your own face and choosing to see all that is ugly, and loving it.
So yes, please speak up. Speak up about how you’re becoming the frequency of what you wish to see.
And in my next post, I’ll be the change I wish to see in the world, by sharing “my own” inner transformational work. Because what I see is in me. It’s all me and it’s all you and it’s all we.
And let’s not just scream into the illusion. Let’s wake up inside it. Let’s embody the vibration of peace, love and unity.
This question has consumed my thoughts lately. Well, I have many questions. But it all keeps circling back to this one.
How can I live a joyful life when others are suffering?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve contemplated this question. When I was younger, caught in the grips of mental illness, I didn’t have the capacity to think about anything beyond my own pain. But as I have healed, and I’ve experienced increasing states of peace, joy, and love, this question has returned, louder and clearer.
How can I feel good when others are suffering?
Sometimes I wonder if part of me preferred suffering, because then I didn’t have to face this question.
Through years of healing and transformation, I’ve had glimpses, and sometimes embodied experiences, of the truth that we are not separate. That there are no “others.” That all of this is one vast interconnected field of life. I’ve felt it in meditation. In breathwork. Listening to music. Having sex. Dancing. On psychedelics. In stillness. The self disappears, and all that remains is now. Bliss. Oneness. Perfection.
And yet, in the outer world, suffering continues.
When I see images of torture, war, starvation, destruction; it hits me in my body. I coach myself through it with what I was once reminded of in a medicine space, when I asked, “But what about the others who are suffering?” The answer: “There are no others.” At that moment, I knew. My joy, my gratitude, my love is healing. Fully living, fully loving, is service.
I often think of the body. When some cells are sick, the solution isn’t for all the other cells to also become sick in solidarity. The best thing those cells can do is thrive, and focus love and support on what needs healing. We are the cells. Earth is the body.
So, how can I enjoy my amazing life while others suffer?
Not the way I have been.
Lately, compared to the high bar I know is possible, I’ve been living in a contracted, distracted, semi-disconnected way. Not fully devoted. Feeding subtle patterns of separation and avoidance. Addicted to little dopamine hits and small ego stories. Neglecting what matters most.
And I’ve felt the guilt. Not to punish myself, but to wake me up. To remind me: I know better. I’ve experienced the truth. I have a responsibility to live it.
Because I have been contributing to suffering. Not loudly, but energetically. By not fully committing to my inner transformation. By occasionally choosing comfort over growth. By choosing scrolling over showing up. By choosing to stay small.
That is not what I’m here for.
The other day, someone shared an emotionally charged Facebook post on the Israel/Gaza situation. It was originally written by someone else, and it called out those who are silent, claiming that silence is the oxygen “genocide” breathes.
The tone felt self-righteous, accusatory. At first, I was frustrated. It felt like someone stuck in the drama triangle, playing saviour, pointing fingers outward, fanning the flames of conflict and drama, while appearing to call for peace.
And then I saw the mirror.
I saw how I, too, have fanned the flames. Through my silence. Through judging people for their anger and divisiveness, without seeing that judgement is the same frequency. Through neglecting to transform the parts of me where war still lives.
So I made this choice. To speak. Not just to speak, but to make a stand. Not to declare who’s right or wrong, or what the media is or isn’t telling us. But to take responsibility for my part. To break the silence in a way that feels aligned with truth.
I can live my life with joy when I am no longer feeding suffering, externally or internally. When I am committed to healing, to awakening, to transforming the roots of violence within me. When I am brave enough to say:
Where am I blaming instead of taking responsibility?
Where am I focused on “out there” while ignoring the war “in here”?
Where am I living to get, instead of living to give?
Where am I contributing to division, even subtly?
Where am I acting like this life is mine, instead of remembering I am part of something much greater?
Where am I being controlling of others, life or myself?
I see now that I have not been truly committed to global transformation. I’ve flirted with it. Tasted it. Talked about it. But I haven’t surrendered fully. I haven’t gone all in.
That changes now.
We cannot solve a problem from the same level of consciousness that created it. (paraphrasing Einstein)
So I ask: What if what’s truly needed right now is not more opinions, or louder voices, but a complete shift in consciousness? What if trying to fix the world through division, through outrage, through reactivity, is exactly what keeps the whole world stuck in the same energetic loop? What if the transformation of this world depends not on taking sides, but on transcending them?
This isn’t just about Israel and Gaza. That’s what the media is spotlighting. But horror and suffering are happening everywhere. And have been. And will continue to, unless we wake up.
If we only respond when a story is trending, are we truly awake? Or are we just being pulled around by external forces, forgetting to think and feel and inquire for ourselves?
I’m standing for you, for all of us, to wake up.
To stop letting your mind and heart be hijacked by the media, and instead to ask: What is the agenda behind this message? Every message carries an intention. Every communication has an agenda.
Transformation requires discernment, a willingness to question what feels righteous and familiar.
So I ask: What are we feeding with our attention? What kind of world are we energising with our thoughts, our words and our actions?
I’m here to stand for love, oneness and transformation.
The real revolution is consciousness. The real activism is healing.
And that begins within.
For those of us with food in our bellies and a roof over our heads, we have a responsibility. A sacred one. To raise our vibration. To shift our frequency. To heal our trauma. To transform fear into love.
Because so many others simply can’t. Not right now. Not while they’re in the middle of war, rape, torture, starvation, systemic oppression. Not while they’re just trying to survive in places like Gaza, Israel, Sudan, the Congo, Afghanistan, Myanmar, Yemen, Ukraine, Iran, the favelas of Brazil, the refugee camps in Syria, the slums of India, and in Australia: systemic racism, domestic violence, inhumane treatment of refugees and asylum seekers, homelessness and mental health crisis.
I’m not listing these horrors to lower our vibration. I’m not trying to spiral anyone into despair. I’m listing them to urge us to stop keeping our heads buried in the sand. To be willing to look at what’s actually happening so we can be part of the solution.
In my second medicine journey, five years ago, I was forced to witness the worst of humanity. Torture, mutilation, rape, starvation, genocide. The medicine wouldn’t let up. It showed me the full scale of brutality that exists on this planet. Not for shock. Not for punishment. But because I had not yet opened.
In the oneness the medicine invoked, it wasn’t “out there.” I felt it all as happening to my children as “my children” were not separate. Every scream was my child’s scream. Every violation, my own. Every act of violence in the history of humanity, all happening now, felt in my own body as the giver and the receiver.
There are no others.
And I was shown: until I can witness the full spectrum of human experience, not just the bliss and beauty, but the agony and horror, and remain present, remain open-hearted, remain loving, I have nothing real to offer.
It’s taken me five years to even begin to integrate that medicine journey. Five years to peel back the layers of comfort, conditioning, self-obsession, and denial. To remember why I’m here.
We who are fed, sheltered, resourced, we who can heal, feel and transform, must do so if we want the horrors to stop. Because most of the people in the depths of war and trauma do not have space to self-reflect. We do.
And with that privilege comes a responsibility. A responsibility to raise our frequency, not just for our own well-being, but for the collective. A duty to stop getting lost in small egoic drama. A call to step up and live in a way that uplifts the whole.
We are not separate. That child starving on the other side of the world is our child. That mother burying her family is our sister. That Indigenous elder losing her language is our ancestor. This is bigger than us.
And I’m standing here with my heart cracked wide open, saying: please, wake up. Not from fear. Not from guilt. Not from anger. But from love. Because when we remember we are one body, one heart, one field of life, then everything changes.
When I devote myself to the whole, to the health of the whole body, the whole Earth, the whole human family, I don’t feel guilty. I feel expansion. Softness. Truth.
So I ask myself: how can I be of service at this moment? What can I do that uplifts the whole? How can I shift from separation to unity in this breath, this interaction, this thought?
This is my answer: To recommit to my writing as a voice, a catalyst, an alchemy. To live with intention. To call in a community that is ready to stop consuming and start creating. To use social media with intention; to amplify presence, connection, and purpose.
This is the seed of Project Whole that I’ve been ruminating over. A call to those who know that global transformation begins with inner transformation. A call to choose responsibility over blame. Creation over consumption. Love over outrage. Let’s come together and fan the flames of love and transformation.
Another seed I’m planting is Intentional Socialisation. Spaces where we gather not to escape ourselves, but to return to ourselves. To co-regulate. To connect. To meditate. To play. To heal. To reflect. To be real. Together.
Because the world doesn’t need more noise. It needs more coherence. And coherence starts here. With me. With you. With us.
If I see war out there, then there is war in here. And I’m willing to face it. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s time. Because this moment, this one right now, is my opportunity to choose differently.
Are you willing to face it too?
If so, reach out. I’m calling in others ready to walk this path.
Thank you, Dvir. We all fell in love with you, especially me.
Bon Voyage!
Enjoy the next chapter of your adventures, and I’m so infinitely grateful that you visited Australia for 1 year and that we crossed paths. It’s such a miracle to both be alive, let alone cross paths.
Tears fall freely down my cheeks as I write this, and it feels so good to cry and to feel.
Grateful does not down begin to sum it up, especially as Phoenix and I continue our Thailand adventures that you spent hours planning out for us.
And now, as I somewhat let you go, it feels time and it feels right to focus on creating life with Haylen, the most amazing loving compersive self reflective partner ever (for me), even though I’m also (finally) totally happy solo.
Thank you, Dvir, for all that you’ve taught me about love. I am changed forever.
Thank you life, for the miracle of even existing and for all the pain, all the lessons, all the love, all the joy, all the fears, all the freedom, all the excitement, all the peace.