Every Healer Has A Story

My Story of Becoming

My connection to Spirit has been a quiet hum beneath the surface of my life since early childhood. Born under a Full Moon in 1989, I felt most alive in the wild-barefoot in fields, exploring the woods, and feeling a kinship with animals that others feared. This innate bond with nature was my first language.

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It wasn't just the outdoors. From a young age, I perceived things others didn't:  whispers of guidance, unseen presences, and vivid dreams that felt more real than waking. But I was raised in a family caught between two worlds-superstitious but non-practicing Catholic on one side, and reservedly Baptist on the other. They couldn't offer a language for my experiences, so I was taught the one they knew:  silence.

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My search for answers led me down many paths. I turned to the church, hoping for clarity, but found the same request for quiet. My grandmother, in her own quiet way, opened a new door by giving me books on auras, astrology, and astral projection. Even when those books were discovered and taken away, the seeds of curiosity had been planted. The world was far bigger than I had been told.

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A transition to the Pentecostal Church, while challenging, unexpectedly gave me a crucial piece of the puzzle: the language of "spirits." While their interpretation was narrow-either heavenly or evil-it was the first time my experiences were acknowledged as real. It was then, at thirteen, that I taught myself to meditate, discovering a a deep, expansive connection to nature that became my most trusted teacher.

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My true path began to unfold when I chose my own spiritual sovereignty. At seventeen, after witnessing a moment in church that went against everything I know to be true, I walked away and never looked back. I devoured booked on my own terms, exploring deeper meditation, energy work, and herbalism. This journey led me to discover the world of Shamanism, and the quiet whisper in my soul grew to a roar:  This is for you. Find yourself here.

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On October 2, 2011, I undertook my first shamanic journey. It was a profound and life-altering experience. As I traveled through the rhythm of the drum, I met my first spirit teacher, who greeted me with words that validated my entire life's journey:  "I've been watching you your whole life, and I'm so glad we can finally meet face to face."

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The next decade was a sacred journey inward. It was a long, beautiful process of applying what I was learning for my own healing. Then, in 2022, my practice took a powerful turn. Spirits began teaching me new, profound healing techniques. I realized I had built a rich inner world, but these gifts weren't meant for me alone; they were meant to be shared. The only problem was, I didn't know how.

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I put out a call for a human teacher and the universe answered instantly. I found a guide nearby who, by "coincidence," was holding a core training in just two weeks. In that moment, my path came full circle. The private journey of the student became the public path of the healer.

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For every challenge, for every closed door, for every moment of confusion, I am deeply grateful. Each one was a lesson that sharpened my discernment and deepened my connection to my own truth. Today, I am honored to be in a place of service, ready to act as a conduit for your own healing and growth.

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Thank you for allowing me to share my story. I look forward to learning yours.

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With gratitude,

Blaise