y Story, my mission
“The hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder.”
The Path That Shaped My Purpose
In the field of spiritual growth and healing, I believe it’s essential to know and understand the journey of those who choose to guide others. Authentic teaching arises from lived experience. The wisdom we share holds greater resonance when it’s rooted in real transformation, not just knowledge, but a path walked with depth, challenge, and determination.
This is why I choose to share my story, because it’s important to feel aligned, to know whether a guide’s journey reflects something true to your own soul.
If you are drawn into profundity and transformation, then I invite you to walk with me through the pages of my life journey. Hold on tight!
Part 1: the descent
I was born in Mexico in a small village. The daughter of a teenage mother and a much older father, the result of a story that already carried complexity and imbalance. At just one year old, my mother and I migrated to the United States, following the footsteps of my father, who had left before I was born. But after reunited, they divorced. As a single mother, my mom had to work long hours, and I was often left in the care of others. At five years old, during this time, I experienced sexual abuse, something I wouldn’t begin to comprehend until much later in life.
Around the age of seven, I was sent alone on a plane back to Mexico to live with my grandmother, her husband who was both my step grandfather and uncle, and their son, my younger uncle. A year later, my mother followed, newly converted to Islam. Through her, I was introduced to a new religion and way of life. Eventually, she married with a man who was also Muslim, and a military veteran. From the beginning, I felt something was wrong. That intuition was right… he became our tyrant. He managed everything: money, appearance, behavior, etc. Fear and violence was always present in our lives, and again, I was sexually abused and this time, by my stepfather. Due to the fear of him doing something to my mother I decided to hide it from her.
Because of this, I chose to move back in with my grandmother. But peace was still not something I could find. My grandmother’s home carried pain too. The environment in the house with my family was very toxic, there was verbal, emotional, and physical abuse.
I found myself moving between two environments, both of which were unstable, each in their own way harmful. I didn’t feel at home in either.
Inwardly, I was breaking. I hated myself and the world. I often didn’t want to be here. I started having auto destructive behaviors and committed various attempts of suicide. That internal darkness started to reflect on my style, music and personality. I decided to isolate myself from school and life. I would have hard problems to make friends as I never felt I fitted in… and I remember having very present this feeling of being weird and different from everyone else, always trying to bring myself down.
Despite everything, there was a quiet inner voice that kept me alive. It whispered to me, “There’s more than this.” And eventually, I listened.
Part II: the call
I began lifting weights at the age of 14, I wanted to start liking myself in someway and I needed to feel strong. Strength of any kind was a refuge. I became very disciplined and focused on eating as healthy as possible. Around the same time I had felt drawn to the “mystical”. Tarot, astrology, the stars, reading about different philosophies and psychology and try do understand what was going on with my life and who was God since I stopped believing in religion.
Two years after, almost when the pandemic started, my mother decided to travel to Canada to work an save up money for a better life and she wanted me to go with her.
So we moved there and began to work, I had many jobs starting with cleaning factories, then cleaning condo buildings and construction. Once we had enough money, we decided to move back to Mexico and reunite with our family. Eventually, my mother had a new partner and decided to move to another city. My grandmother got divorced and moved with them too. I followed, but I was tired. Tired of moving for other people’s decisions. Tired of watching patterns repeat. I always told myself from very young that when I turned 18 I would become independent and escape from my house, and never talk to my family again.
And it happened… but with a twist and definitely not how I expected.
My father who had been living again in my village for a couple of years now, agreed that I would visit him for Christmas. He suffered from depression which leaded him to become and addict, and I knew it for many years but didn’t really understood what that really meant. Until I saw him… he was in a very delicate state. So I spoke with my fathers side of his family and ask them for guidance to take him to a rehab center.
So that’s when I took the decision of move back to my village and take care of him, his pets and house. I was the only person my father had trust in.
I got a job as a waitress and cook helper so I could survive.
I watched his recovery and carried it on my back. This was a very hard moment in my life, I had fear that my father wont be able to go back to a normal life and become sober. I didn’t know what to do with my life either, I just couldn’t believe how much stuff had happened to me in the past and it looked like it would just never end.
I started to smoke cigarettes almost every day as a coping mechanism. Completely stopped caring if that would damage my body at all and then, I was back again in this deep dark hole. I had to decide between staying with my father after he was done with his treatment or move to Mexico City, which was the place I initially intended to move to. With a lot of fear and pain of leaving my father behind, I chose to continue with my plan.
Part III: initiation
Moving to the city was easy, I rented a room and got a job as a Bilingual Sales representative in a call center.
I felt very happy and proud of myself since my dream came true and I was finally FREE, until…
My mother calls me tells me that her ex-partner had gone to the police and claimed that their son (my little brother) was kidnapped by my mother. It made the news back in my village.
That’s when we realized that the peace we had worked so hard to find after years of living under fear, threats, and intimidation in our past wouldn’t continue anymore.
So my mother told me that we had no choice but to leave the country.
It broke me. I didn’t want to leave, I was tired of running away.
I had worked so hard to rebuild myself, to rise from the depths of depression and finally feel like I could breathe again. But just when I thought I had found solid ground, it was gone.
I slipped once more into survival mode. And with it, the self-destructive thoughts came flooding back.
One day, I was doing a tarot reading for a friend and she mentioned something that immediately caught my attention, she had taken Ayahuasca. The word sounded familiar, but I didn’t really know what it meant.
So I asked her about it. She began to explain and told that me her brother-in-law was a shaman, someone who had been working with ayahuasca for over 30 years. At the time, he was in Peru with a native tribe, but he would be returning to Mexico in a few days. I asked her if it was possible to participate in a ceremony, if I could speak with him. I saw this as an opportunity to change my life and find the answers I’ve been looking for.
So she gave him my contact and when he reached out, he asked me why I was seeking to do this, he wanted to know my true purpose. I told him the truth, I wasn’t okay, I felt lost and didn’t know what to do with my life. He decided to visit me so we could talk more and when we met and spoke, he knew things about me that he couldn’t have possibly known, and that’s how I knew then he was the real deal. He told me he would consult with his guides/spirits to ask if I was ready. A few days later, he confirmed that I was.
“Coincidentally’, he was living in the same city as my mom, very close from her neighborhood which aligned perfectly since I had to move back in with her so we could start getting prepared to leave the country.
Soon after, I had my first ceremony. It was intense, chaotic, painful, not because of the medicine, but because I struggled to surrender, but what stayed with me was the feeling it awakened – a spark, a glimpse of pure love, a moment of faith, and a deep understanding of all my life and experiences. I just knew that throughout my entire existence something or someone had been protecting and guiding me every step of the way.
part iv: the return
After my first ayahuasca ceremony, even though the experience brought me a sense of peace, clarity and the beginning of understanding, I was left with even more questions. It was as if the door had been opened, but now I had to walk through it and figure out how to live a truly “spiritual life”. That’s when I came across what many call the New Age path. I began learning about meditation, chakras, energy, plant medicines, starseeds, understanding what ego was, even started to connect more with my Indigenous roots. All this trying to understand how spirituality actually worked. At the time, I thought that taking mushrooms, joining more Ayahuasca ceremonies, trying to always be happy and “high vibrational” meant I was living a spiritual life. But deep inside, I was still confused. My inner world remained chaotic. I had businesses that kept failing cause of the lack of structure within me and my self esteem continued being very low. I had entered a phase known as spiritual bypassing.
Spiritual bypassing is when we use spiritual ideas or practices to avoid facing deep emotional wounds, traumas, or unresolved psychological patterns. Instead of healing, we sometimes use spirituality to escape. And that’s what I was doing, unintentionally. I was constantly seeking transcendence, thinking that I was super connected to the Spiritual realm and having mystical experiences was the goal.
I needed something that felt true on a deeper level, something that could help me grow and evolve with direction and purpose.
So I stopped trying to hold everything together on my own. I laid down the invisible weight I had been carrying the need to control, to understand everything at once, to force life into shape. I surrendered to life, again. And in doing so, something within me softened and sensation of trust started growing within me. From that space, life began to respond. Slowly, new paths revealed themselves, and clarity began to take form.
Eventually, this inner hunger led me to a deeper source: the Ageless Wisdom.
This ancient knowledge resonated deep within me, something I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t abstract or vague; it gave me the tools to understand both my inner world and and the outer. It helped me ground myself. It showed me that spirituality isn’t necessarily always about what feels good or sounds nice, it’s requires inner refinement, alignment, discipline, and true service.
Through deep and extensive study, I began to find the guidance and structure I had been searching for that slowly helped me bring balance to my inner world.
With time, this path led me to discover something I had been longing to understand for years: my purpose.
For so long, I asked myself why I was here, what was the meaning behind everything I had lived. And finally, I received an answer. I understood that our true purpose of each one of us, is to be of service.
Service for me, meant using my own journey, my gifts, talents, my story as tools to support others.
The very experiences I once wished to escape were the foundation of my purpose. The phrase “THE ANSWERS ARE WITHIN” finally made sense. I had to live it to truly understand it.
And don’t get me wrong , it took me time to truly accept that this path was meant for me. There was still an inner resistance, a subtle voice that made me question my worth, that whispered I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t enough. It’s a voice I had carried for years…but this time, I chose differently. I chose to stop feeding the doubt that had shaped so much of my life and finally let my soul guide me.
And now…
I'M HERE
My mission
I’m here to walk along those wishing to enter on the path of inner alchemy, those ready to transmute pain into power, confusion into clarity, and fear into service.
My mission is to offer the best of myself: my knowledge, my experience, and the insights I’ve gained through extensive study. I want to help you discover the brightness and strength already within you, and guide you to become a source of positive influence in your own life and in the world around you.
From this place of alignment, one begins to continue their life with steadiness, conviction, and meaning.
Allow me to serve you as your companion.
