Part 2: The Journey of Awakening & Embodying My Healing Gifts

In May of 2018, I said yes to a women’s empowerment retreat in Florida. I didn’t know it then, but that trip was divinely orchestrated. The moment I met my roommate Gabriela, I felt the first click of cosmic alignment. She was young, but so gifted and a soul sister of mine. We connected instantly, and after the retreat, I booked a virtual Soul-to-Soul session with her.

In that session, Gabriela became the vessel for a message that would haunt and guide me for years to come. She told me there was deep past-life guilt I was carrying; a karmic wound rooted in an ancient lifetime, where I had been the leader of a tribal village. A decision I made had led to the death of my people, and I had carried the guilt ever since.

At the time, I didn’t even know if I believed in past lives. I certainly didn’t know how to heal one. But I tucked the message away like a seed.

She also saw a vision of me standing in front of a great door. On the other side, thousands and thousands of souls waited. But each time I tried to open it, I slammed it shut, too afraid. Not yet, I told myself. I’m not ready. But that image, that sacred door, it never left me.

Five months later, in October 2018, I arrived in Asheville, North Carolina, for my breathwork healing training. 

I stayed in a hut with three walls and one open side that faced the river. I felt so free and wild, living out in nature, sleeping right on the river every single night. I knew I was supposed to be there, there was no doubt about it.

The whole point of that week was to go deeper into ourselves and heal so that we could be the best, clearest vessel of ourselves to be able to host our own classes.

The first two days were beautiful healing sessions. I was purging so much, crying, releasing, and just letting go. But on the third day, everything changed.

Within twenty minutes of the Breathwork, something shifted. My body went completely limp. My Vaughn brain was very conscious, but I didn’t have any control over my body. I was in a deep, deep meditative state and inch by inch I felt my body get heavier and heavier.

And then the energy surged.

I was still new to energy work, like a little spiritual baby, but I could feel the energy move up through my body. My face got so hot and my body was shaking, and all of a sudden I wanted to stand up.

I was so shaky and unsteady, barely able to stand, and then I began to speak, but not in English.

In a deep, ancient, commanding language that just poured out. I had no idea what I was saying, but I felt what the message was. We have got to move, we have got to take action. We have got to clear, we are ancient wisdom medicine women, and it is our time to remember and embody our truth. And as I’m speaking this ancient language, the other women began to speak too. One by one, they dropped into their own ancient soul language. 

The Past-Life Guilt Comes Full Circle

Afterward, I collapsed onto the floor and wept. My body shook with emotion - grief, awe, confusion. I couldn’t explain it but I knew something holy had happened.

One of the women approached me with tears in her eyes. She had a vision during my activation. She saw me as the leader of a tribal village, standing in the middle of a great argument with my beloved. He begged me to take the women and children to safety. I refused. I insisted on staying. Fighting. Leading.

And because of that choice, we didn’t escape in time.

Everyone was sacrificed.

The guilt from that lifetime had followed me here, into this body, this life, this name. It whispered in every moment I chose others over myself. It echoed in the guilt I carried for the smallest things - ordering dinner, taking up space, wanting anything at all.

That day, the guilt cracked. The memory returned. And with it, the knowing:

I came here to heal this. To rise from it. To reclaim my soul’s purpose.

Here we are almost seven years later,  and that door…the one Gabriela saw in 2018?

It’s no longer closed. I stand before it, wide open, channeling that ancient shamanic medicine woman.

I didn’t know what I believed back then. But now I know that our souls pick experiences and lessons to learn in each lifetime, and we keep repeating the lessons until we figure them out. We keep evolving and growing, and that’s the beautiful thing about cosmic healing. We get to rediscover what’s possible and experience the joy and excitement of it all over again. 

It’s so exciting to finally share my story because for so long, it didn’t feel safe to share. But this is a huge part of my own healing that has made me who I am today, and allows me to channel these angelic frequencies to facilitate healing for others.

If you’re feeling inspired, come back for more. This is just the beginning.