With one look the Beloved started a fire in my heart. All my wounds multiplied, my body became absent of itself, and I lost all my senses. Now I see with the eyes of the soul what was always there. The Beloved holding the torch at the threshold of Eternity. Granting me entry only if my love survives this hell.
My writing is inspired by my vivid dreams, my divine connection, my active imagination, my twin flame bond, and reflections on my daily life. Empowering women who are recovering from abuse and guiding souls through their spiritual awakening. May these words guide you to reclaim your voice, your heart, and your divine purpose.