19/04/2026
I don’t walk alone.
Before I ever understood what I was seeing…
before I ever trusted what I felt…
before I ever spoke what moved through me…
There were two women.
My grandmother.
My first teacher of the unseen.
She showed me that the world was more than what the eyes could hold.
She spoke to me about fairies, about energy, about consciousness…
not like stories, but like truth.
She taught me how to see.
How to trust my third eye.
How to ground myself when it all felt too much.
How to stand in what I knew, even when no one else understood it.
And then there was my auntie.
We didn’t just talk about this path…
we walked it together.
Tarot.
Platform work.
Spiritual church.
Healing.
The deep dives into what most people are too afraid to face.
We explored it all.
She didn’t just witness my journey…
she was part of it.
These women were my first teachers of consciousness.
They didn’t just guide me…
they activated me.
And now, even though they have transitioned…
their presence hasn’t left.
I feel them.
I hear them.
I carry them.
Every reading.
Every moment of knowing.
Every time I stand in my truth…
They are there.
This is more than memory.
This is lineage.
This is honour.
This is legacy.
I am who I am…
because they showed me who I was.
And I walk forward now…
with them beside me, always.