21/07/2025
Something happened in meditation this week, and I want to tell you the story.
I was travelling inward, asking for guidance—about where I’m going, what’s next, and what might still be in the way.
And what I saw wasn’t the future.
It was a woman.
She looked like she was from another time. Dressed simply, head covered, quiet. But her eyes… they carried something.
She had visions. Strong, vivid ones. She could see things before they happened. But she didn’t trust what she saw. It scared her. And the world around her had no space for that kind of knowing. So she buried it.
She kept hiding who she was. And eventually, she died without anyone even noticing her. No one saw her gift. No one saw her pain.
I stayed with her. Sat with her through the end. And then, something unexpected happened.
A turtle appeared.
It moved slowly and silently toward her, just to sit beside her. No rush. No judgement. Just peace.
I knew in that moment: she was free.
And as soon as her spirit lifted, I was taken somewhere else.
A childhood memory.
A moment I hadn’t thought about in years—but one that shaped something in me.
It was a moment of shame. Not because I’d done something wrong, but because the world around me responded in a way that made me feel small.
I saw that little girl again. I looked her in the eyes.
And this time, I stood with her.
I told her the truth: “You didn’t deserve that. You did nothing wrong.”
These two—this woman and this child—felt worlds apart. But they were both part of me.
They were holding the fear, the shame, the hiding.
And I brought them home.
This is the kind of work I do.
This is the kind of healing I believe in.
It’s gentle. Deep. Often unseen. But completely transformational.
We don’t always need to “do more.”
Sometimes, we need to return to the parts of ourselves that got left behind.
If you’re on your own journey back to yourself… I see you.
And when you’re ready—I’m here.
🌿 Kat x