A Sacred Pilgrimage of Transformation
I have been on a sacred pilgrimage. What began as a reunion with my dear friend Rachael unfolded into a journey of profound transformation.
We met in the Moon Temple, created by Sophie Bashford, where an immediate connection blossomed. It was thanks to her that I booked a ticket to the inaugural Avalon Priestess Training in Wales, also led by Sophie.
This journey called to me—a calling I didn’t even know I had. Let me share the magic that unfolded.
Reflecting on the time we spent together, I realize that we are not just participants in this timeline; we are healers of the past. We spoke of wounds, betrayal, sisterhood, hopes, and dreams.
Rachael taught me sacred reciprocity and intention—lessons I thought I knew, but this time they sank deep. I felt the difference it made.
What we healed in those three days was something deeply ancient—a wound echoing through lifetimes. I reclaimed the power of our bond, transforming it from fear into trust and love.
We are the architects of the future. Our journey was not linear; it was a spiral returning to the heart of remembrance.
There is so much more to share, but words can’t capture the depth of our connection—the magic that unfolded in the midst of the mundane.
So let me say this: Never give up hope. Never fear to speak your truth. Never crawl back into your shell and hide.
Stay strong. You are here for a reason. Your healing is healing the earth and humanity.
Trust the process. Dare to see yourself and others fully.
I love you. Take care and stay strong. Shine your light bright.
A Calling I Never Knew I Had
This was not just a pilgrimage; it was a calling that resonated deep within me. The calling is, in fact, my healing. This calling aligns with my purpose, rooted in the soul contracts I intended to honor in this lifetime. It is my unique oath.
I share my journey not to brag but to invite you to explore your own calling. Perhaps you’ve felt it—a yearning you didn’t follow, whether due to fear or the thought that it wasn’t meant for you.
I had a profound yearning for more depth in my life. At one point, I questioned, “Is this everything? Isn’t there more to it?” Signs appeared in my field, and I began to follow the crumbs of intuition, daring to open up to that deep connection to the mystic—eventually leading me to work with the goddess.
This connection was there since childhood, buried beneath the desire to fit in—layers of adaptation and patterns that obscured my truth.
The vision of the spark of light within me has always captivated me. In an astrological reading years ago, I was asked, “What do you choose—light or dark?” I chose the light. The initial spark lit my path to remind others of their light by shining my own brightly.
My pilgrimage with my dear friend allowed me to be of service to the goddess. Through awareness and consciousness, we anchor light within the land. Generations of mistreatment and fear have been absorbed by the earth, creating distortions that I feel in my body—sudden waves of anxiety, pain, and symptoms I can’t explain.
I have learned that my body is a vessel. I serve as a conduit to release the distortions of divine energies trapped in the land.
My pilgrimage was a personal healing and a journey of anchoring light. Wherever I go now, I am attuned to my body’s messages. What resonates? What does not?
I am the spiral of remembrance, the light that bridges realms. With each step, I anchor the Codex, transforming distortion into divine coherence.
This Journey Continues
The journey of anchoring the light, awakening it within the land, and clearing distortions through presence continues. This work is not always visible; it often begins in the hidden, quietly rippling out into the land and your closest relationships.
We sometimes feel the need for precise facts and security, but the true work occurs in subtle, unseen ways. It’s about being present, allowing the energy to flow, and trusting the process.
During the Solstice in Somerset, I felt a shift in energy. I visited three sacred places, each with its own unique vibration. In all of them, I witnessed the energy being brought down—like a thread of light woven into the land. This wasn’t just symbolic; it was a realignment of energy—clearing distortions and allowing more light to shine through.
As my travels continue, I envision a line of light penetrating the earth, connecting one point to another. It doesn’t matter if it’s by air or by plane; the golden thread of light looks like sacred geometric patterns weaving together.
It illuminates what is ready to be undistorted. I did this when I returned to our home in the south of France. It felt meaningful. I may not know the impact this has on the earth, but it feels incredible. And from what I’ve learned and experienced in sacred and non-sacred sites, it works.
The most profound experience was in June in Avebury with Rachael—it blew my mind. Yet I remain a vessel, consciously saying yes to this work. I feel called to do it. So I do.
I used to brush off these thoughts—wondering who I was to do such things. But why not? If it benefits Mother Earth and humanity, then why not embrace it?
I believe I can make a difference, igniting the light within others.
Closing the Cycle at San Peyre
This journey I’ve shared began in the unknown—out of curiosity and joy, experienced with respect and honor. Perhaps I’ve had experiences in past incarnations that were too heavy. Who knows?
What matters is that I am here and now.
The cycle opened out of curiosity and joy, and I instinctively knew it was meant to take me to Glastonbury Tor and back to San Peyre again.
Next Stop: Northern Germany
I am curious about what will unfold next.
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