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Violet Storm, Sydney (2026)

16/02/2026

When I look at the photograph of my grandmother and grandfather, I see endurance. He came from traveler blood, from a people who knew the road, the wind, the unspoken codes of survival. He went to war as a sergeant in a tank division, pushed into Germany, carried through battles that history reduces to dates and maps.

In one crossing he was left in the water, suspended between nations, between life and death. He came home with what we now call PTSD, though in those years there were no soft words for shattered nerves. There was only silence.

My grandmother stood beside him and raised five children in the shadow of what he had seen.

In Night Bloom work we honor the flower that opens after the shelling stops. It is the woman who holds a household together when the man wakes from dreams he cannot explain. It is the traveler who learns to build stability without losing the instinct to move. It is children raised in rooms where strength is quiet and love is practical.

We inherit more than eye colour and bone structure. We inherit coping, resilience, unfinished grief, and the capacity to transmute it. What they survived becomes the soil from which we grow. When we choose awareness over repetition, we are not rejecting our ancestors, we are completing something for them.

There is an ancestral ritual in this and it does not require grandeur.

Sit with your ancestors photograph or their names written in your hand. Light a single candle in honor of them. Speak their names aloud. Thank the road that shaped them, the fire that tested them.

Acknowledge the wounds without dramatizing them. Say clearly that what was carried unconsciously can now be carried consciously. Then place your hand over your heart and state what you choose to grow moving forward in your life.

Night Bloom teaches that darkness is not an identity. It is an environment. Some of us come from war, from displacement, from men who could not speak and women who could not fall apart.

To honour our ancestors is not to romanticise their suffering, but to recognize the power that moved through them and still moves through us. We are not here by accident.

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06/02/2026

There are moments in life when everything feels like it’s collapsing at once. And yet, in the middle of those moments, there are pockets of light. A ferry ride across Sydney Harbour with my children. Wind in our hair. Laughter cutting through the noise. Choosing to be present and joyful while everything else feels uncertain.

That day wasn’t about escaping.
It was about remembering who we are.

I know how to rebuild because I’ve done it. I was raised by parents who taught me there were no shortcuts. You work. You show up. You build things properly. I walked that path. I built it. I watched parts of it fall and I built again.

I’ve faced things people usually only see in movies, courtesy of my ex husband (now deceased).
Pressure, threats, legal battles, police at the door, personal upheaval, courts.

I learned how to hold it together when everything inside was shaking. I learned how to keep going when stopping would have been easier. I learned to press ahead through the fire.

I also learned that I was never doing it alone. My guides, my ancestors and unseen support carried me when I was exhausted. Did I always listen? No. I learned the hard way. But I learned.

Storms don’t come to destroy us. They come to strip away what isn’t true. They show us who we really are.

Rebuilding isn’t about pretending nothing happened. It’s about releasing the old story, the trapped energy, the survival patterns. It’s about choosing clarity, strength, and self-trust.

So I’ll ask you this.
Are you ready to let go of the past and step into who you are now?

I know the way back. I’ve walked it.

This year I have open more availability for speaking engagements, seminars and one on one coaching. To connect with me you can book via website in bio or to discuss further you can email me on
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04/02/2026

Recently, I took some quiet time to travel home.
Not for an event or reason. But to sit and remember. To retrace the soft, invisible pathways of my youth.

I’ve been visiting more often, walking old streets.
Sitting in familiar rooms. Listening again to the stories I’ve heard my whole life.

Stories once told to me by my parents, carried by grandparents. Stories passed hand to hand, heart to heart, generation to generation.

I’m listening differently now. Not just hearing them
but trying to absorb them attempting to weave them into my memory so they live on.

Time may in fact be an illusion, one day though we will step past this reality & when that moment comes I believe the only wealth we carry with us is who we have loved, how we have loved and whether we learned to find love in all things.

Over the last five years, many of you know I’ve walked alongside deeper health challenges.

I’ve always had sensitivities.
An immune system that asked for gentleness and rest. (Spirits orders ;)

There were moments where I had no choice but to walk more slowly and to rest. And in that slowing down something beautiful happened, I learned reverence for this physical form and for its capacity to heal when honoured.

I learned that rest is not weakness.
It is sacred. Slowing down gave me something I didn’t know I was missing.

Time to hold the people I love, to witness life
And to sit inside ordinary moments and feel their magic.

Tea at the table, stories on repeat, laughter reaching throughout the house and silence that is belonging.

I stopped rushing past life. I started living inside it.

This is part of my Night Bloom a sacred returning to the soil, a remembering of lineage. A honoring of the body. Choosing presence.

This year, I plan to do a lot more sitting and watching.

Holding space.
Listening.
Letting people be exactly as they are.

And I hope to bring you with me.

On this slow, sacred, unfolding journey.Because life is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to be witnessed. 💜

To work with me one on one coaching sessions or if you wish to sit with me as a psychic channel (clairaudient/ clairvoyant / physical medium). You can book via website link in bio ✨

01/02/2026

Little Things. Big Truths.

Ginger, curled up with his little Highland cow, like the world is gentle and safe and exactly as it should be is so beautiful to me I thought I’d share it.

He is my daughter’s baby but really he’s family to us all. He’s also substitute daddy to Stormy he helped raise her.

And in this tiny moment, holding his favourite comfort, he reminds me of something simple and sacred that all life deserves safety and all hearts deserve softness.

This is what matters to me not noise or chaos or endless striving.

What is the lessons we can all learn from Ginger.. well let’s start with peace and rest because true wealth starts here.

01/02/2026

Boundaries Are Not Walls. They Are Required Structural Engineering.

Because here is the unglamorous truth there are people who do not walk with you. They walk on you.
Softly at first, politely with compliments, with need.
Until one day you realise you have become the pavement. They arrive tired, you give rest. They arrive lost and you give direction. When they arrive empty you fill their cup. You have in fact handed them a stage to seen constantly.

And they take.
Not always out of malice but out of habit.

Some people mistake your generosity for infrastructure. They assume you are a public utility with open access, an unlimited supply with no maintenance required.

And once they have what they need
once they are fed, funded, visible, confident, established, they put you to the bottom of their list.

Just remember you’re not in this life to be harvested you’re here to be cultivated. You are not someone supply chain!

This year it’s time for structural upgrades. 💜

30/01/2026

This is the moment the old architecture of your life finally collapses under the weight of who you have become. It is never gentle. It does not ask for permission.

It arrives as exhaustion, grief, rage, numbness, disillusionment. It strips the paint from your spiritual structures. It exposes every lie you told yourself in order to survive. Every silence you swallowed to stay safe. What feels like losing yourself or losing control in truth, is the first honest moment you’ve had with your soul in years.

This is the psyche burning down the false house you’ve been living in. This is initiation not failure.

We are taught to medicate this moment. To bypass it. To brand it as weakness. To fix it quickly so we can return to productivity, politeness and pleasing. But Night Bloom knows better. The breakdown is where the mask finally suffocates. Where the nervous system refuses to carry inherited trauma, unpaid emotional debts and unlived truth any longer. It is the body saying I will not pretend for you again!

It is the spirit reclaiming territory. It is the wild recalibration between who you were taught to be and who you were born to become.

On the other side of this portal, nothing is performative. You no longer chase alignment you embody it. You stop negotiating with what drains you. You stop romanticising struggle. You stop mistaking chaos for passion.

The breakdown burns away the counterfeit life so the real one can finally root. And when you emerge, quieter, sharper, untouchable in your knowing, you realize the darkness was never punishment.

It was the womb.

To the Mother of creation that birthed us all as one
Forever it has been and forever it will be.
So Mote it be

-Violet 💜

23/01/2026

Here’s to a year of less doing for the sake of appearing to move forward.
Less motion born of fear.
Less urgency mistaken for purpose.
Less exhaustion worn as a badge of worth.

Here’s to a year of stillness as devotion.
Stillness as intelligence.
Stillness as the place where life finally catches up to us.

Manifestation does not come from forcing a frequency or performing positivity.
It does not arrive through nervous systems held in vigilance, collapse or quiet panic dressed as ambition.

What we call “manifestation” emerges from a body that feels safe enough to receive.
From breath that is unguarded.
From bones that know they are not being chased.

Regulation is the root.
Not striving.
Not constant becoming.

When the nervous system settles, clarity returns.
When the body trusts, timing reveals itself.
When peace becomes internal, life responds without being hunted.

Here’s to choosing bone deep peace over relentless motion. Here’s to allowing life to meet us where we are, not because we chased it,
but because we finally stayed.

V.S.

22/01/2026

After confrontation, after sharp words, after aggression, we are not the same vessel we were before.

Not because we are weak.
Not because we agreed.
But because heat alters form.

When someone meets us with hostility,
accusation or force, something in us responds.
Our nervous system registers it.
Our edges harden or thin.
Our pour changes.

Night Bloom teaches this truth gently but clearly,
you do not remain untouched by repeated heat.

This is why boundaries matter.
This is why discernment is sacred.
This is why choosing where you place yourself is not avoidance, it is wisdom.

You are allowed to notice how certain energies reshape you.
You are allowed to step away before you become a vessel you no longer recognise.

Growth is not always becoming softer.
Sometimes it is becoming truer to the shape you choose.

-V.S NightBloom

21/01/2026

On Letting the Identity Die

There comes a point where the pursuit itself becomes the prison.

Not because you failed but because the nervous system can no longer survive being treated like a tool of ambition.

We were taught to become at the expense of being.
To chase, optimise, brand, ascend.
To measure worth in milestones and momentum.

But the body keeps a ledger the mind refuses to read.

The ancient texts never warned against success,they warned against restless becoming.

The alchemists called it calcinatio,
burning away the false self forged in urgency. An identity that cannot rest.

Night Bloom is not about giving up desire. It is about letting false urgency starve.

When the pursuit collapses, the nervous system exhales. When the performance ends, the soul returns to the body.
When the title dies, presence begins.

This is the part no one sells you,
The self you are becoming is quieter.
Slower. More sovereign and profoundly uninterested in proving anything.

If your life feels like a constant chase,
it may not be because you want more
but because something in you is ready to stop running.

Let it die.

What remains is not less powerful.
It is finally inhabited.

- V.S Night Bloom

19/01/2026

This is not a warning.
It is a law.

Across ancient traditions the serpent is not feared, it is revered. It is the keeper of renewal, the silent teacher of cycles, the living symbol of wisdom earned through surrender. The serpent survives because it knows when to release itself.

To shed one’s skin is not a metaphor for improvement.
It is a metaphor for death of the obsolete self.

In life we encounter those who cannot shed Identities built on old wounds or roles that once kept them safe.

They resist not because they are weak but because shedding requires responsibility. To release a skin is to admit it no longer serves you.

The esoteric truth is this-
Stagnation is not neutral, It is decay.

The serpent teaches us that growth is instinctual. It listens to an inner pressure that says now. When that pressure is ignored life tightens. Illness appears. Chaos repeats.

As humans we are bound by the same law.

When we stay in environments, relationships, beliefs, or identities that have already expired, we begin to suffocate not immediately, but slowly. Quietly.

And when you encounter people who cannot shed, do not try to peel the skin for them.

That is not compassion.
That is interference.

You are not required to stay in spaces where growth is resented, where your shedding threatens another’s comfort, or where evolution is mistaken for betrayal.

The serpent does not argue with those still attached to their old skins. It simply moves on.

Wisdom is knowing when to leave.
Power is trusting the instinct.
Sovereignty is allowing others to face their own pressure.

This is not cruelty.
It is alignment.

Some will shed.
Some will harden.
And some will demand you shrink so they don’t have to change.

The serpent bows to none of them.

Neither should you.

V.S. / Night Bloom

17/01/2026

So often we imagine bravery as something loud.
A leap. A break. A burning down.

But true bravery, the kind that changes a life
is quieter.

It’s the moment you admit you’ve outgrown a version of yourself. It’s choosing not to numb the discomfort of becoming.

It’s allowing the old skin to loosen, even when it’s familiar.

Night Bloom Coaching is not about forcing transformation. It’s about trusting the intelligence within you that already knows something new is asking to be lived.

If 2026 is calling you toward change
not chaos, not urgency
but alignment, sovereignty, and truth
Then this is your invitation.

You don’t need fixing.
You don’t need rescuing.
You need space and guidance
to walk forward as who you already are becoming.

And yes
you are braver than you think.

- V.S.

Coaching spaces now opening for those ready to step into their next season.

16/01/2026

There is a quiet discipline in knowing what is not yours to carry.

To refuse the weight of another’s unexamined life is not cruelty, it is clarity. Each soul is entrusted with its own lessons and to interfere too deeply is often to interrupt the very growth they are meant to undergo. We may offer compassion, counsel when invited, and a steady presence at the threshold but we are not required to enter every fire that is not ours.

Those who are perpetually surrounded by drama are rarely unlucky. Repeating patterns speak. They reveal where responsibility is deferred, where self reflection is avoided and where chaos has become familiar enough to feel like home. To observe this without judgment, yet choose distance, is an act of self respect.

Support does not mean self sacrifice. Understanding does not require entanglement. Wisdom knows when to step back, allowing others the dignity of their own becoming while preserving one’s own peace, energy, and sovereign path.

Not everything that calls for attention is worthy of attendance.

V.S 💜

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