I don’t believe in anything. What I know is that people see instant changes.
That distinction matters.
A client came to me carrying something heavy. Suicidal thoughts. Not passing ones. The kind that sit with you. When we looked at it through an intuitive space, what surfaced had nothing to do with her life. Her ancestors had manipulated people into taking their own lives. That pattern had travelled forward in time and landed in her body, her mind, as an impulse she couldn’t explain and couldn’t shake.
We cleared it. The impulse didn’t make sense before. It made even less sense after. But it was gone.
Another client was going through IVF. She was already carrying the weight of that process when she started telling me about a nurse at the clinic. Every injection was unbearable. Not uncomfortable. Unbearable. She assumed it was the nurse’s technique. Maybe. But something else kept pulling at me.
In session, what came up was this: in another life, my client had pushed this same soul off a mountain. The person survived the fall but landed in a tree full of large, sharp thorns. Each thorn was removed one by one. The pain was extraordinary. That experience was resolving itself now, needle by needle, in a fertility clinic in this life.
After the session, the same day, that nurse had an emergency and left. A different nurse took over. My client messaged me: no pain.
I’m not asking you to believe any of this.
What I’m saying is that we spend enormous energy addressing the situation. The suicidal thought. The painful injection. The difficult relationship. The body that won’t cooperate. But the situation is rarely the cause. Something older is usually running underneath.
Most people will say this is fabricated. I used to say that too. I know exactly how I spoke about healers, shamans, energy practitioners before I had my own experience. I was certain. Certainty without experience is just noise.
My first real experience became my truth. Not because someone convinced me. Because something shifted that had no other explanation.
So I don’t ask anyone to believe. I ask for a maybe. If you haven’t had the experience, say maybe, maybe not. That’s honest. Denying a possibility you haven’t tested is not scepticism. It’s a different kind of faith. One that keeps things exactly as they are.