This humble journey of life.

This is a vulnerable and humble share.

A story shaped over many years — a journey that slowly, relentlessly initiated me into who I am today.

Being a Priestess and a medicine woman does not place one above human experience. It does not exempt us from pain, illness, or initiation. In my life, this initiation has lived in the womb.

Fifteen years ago, a uterine fibroid appeared and began growing rapidly inside my body. I underwent a myomectomy, followed by a very difficult recovery. Before my body had even learned how to walk normally again, the fibroid returned. That moment marked the beginning of a deeper initiation — a quiet but relentless invitation to look within, to ask not only how do I heal, but why is this living in me?

I became raw vegan for three years. The fibroid kept growing.

I went to the jungle for many months, guided by promises of healing. I learned powerful ancient shamanic ways through master plant dietas. The fibroid kept growing.

I became a Kambo practitioner, sitting with the medicine month after month for many years. The fibroid kept growing. I learned wisdom from the indigenous people around the world.. and fibroid kept growing

I did not want another surgery. I did not want to lose my womb. I was stubborn.

I studied everything I could about natural healing, about the womb, the body, the emotional and energetic roots of disease. Still — the fibroid kept growing.

Then, once again in this lifetime, the Priestess path found me. Daily devotional practices became the ground beneath my feet, the way I met life, the way I met myself… and still, the fibroid continued to grow — quietly, steadily, relentlessly.

There is a particular kind of wisdom that only comes when denial dissolves. When resistance softens. When truth is no longer avoided. The fibroid had grown to 26 centimeters. There was nowhere left to run — only a place to bow. To accept. To listen. To consider surgery once more.

And yet, here is the mystery: Through all of this, I lived without pain. Without discomfort. With a body that continued to carry life, beauty, devotion. Doctors could not understand how this was possible.

I know it was not accidental. I know every prayer, every ritual, every moment of devotion mattered.

As Mary Magdalene once whispered to me:

“See how large it is — and yet how gracefully it has arranged itself within you, causing no pain. Keep your practices. Keep faith in the medicine.”

February 26 2026, I underwent a uterine fibroid embolization with the intention of shrinking it — at least 50% — before any further surgery. Doctors still speak of removing the womb.

I am now at home, recovering. My body feels weak. My heart feels tender. And my spirit is in deep surrender — trusting the highest unfolding, even when I cannot see it yet. What a humble journey this has been.

A journey through many doorways of awakening. And also, the path of the wounded shaman.

I share this because you may see yourself in these words. Because healing is not linear. Because devotion does not always mean immediate resolution. Because faith sometimes means continuing to walk — even when the miracle hasn’t arrived yet.

May this remind you to keep trusting life. To keep going. To keep asking for miracles — even when it feels impossible.

And above all, keep sharing your medicine. Not because you are perfect, but because you are human and you know that you have something meaningful to share. Because you are humble. Because you are compassionate. Because love moves through you — even in the places that are still healing.

March 1st 2026