03/09/2025
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: For those ready to witness the raw. My journey has never been neat or tidy, it’s been fire, blood, breath, and bone. And this is how I turned survival into sovereignty ‼️
To every one of my clients here on this page, you have been part of this fire forging. Each session, each story, each layer of healing you trusted me to walk with you, mirrored back the codes I needed to face in myself. Whether you knew it or not, you held a thread in this journey. Together, you became part of something bigger than a treatment room.
You became part of a remembrance that healing doesn’t just happen in one body, it ripples through all of us and for that I am internally grateful 🫶🏼💜🫶🏼
✨🐦🔥 From End to Start ~ The Map of My Cancer Journey & the Land Point of Eternity 🐦🔥✨
📅 3/09/25 - 10:10AM
🎂 Birthdate: 22/11/88
“The Phoenix 🐦🔥 didn’t rise once. She rose every time I refused to forget who i was”.
This date and time will forever mark the moment when all the scattered fragments came together, when I finally connected every piece of the puzzle 🧩 and could see the whole map of my journey with full clarity.
When I first came out of surgery from my double mastectomy, I had a black eye. Strange, right? But in ConTact C.A.R.E., the eyes correspond to the breasts. My body was showing me something deeper, but I knew as soon as the story surfaced as soon as I came out of surgery. The removal of my breasts was not just about cancer, but about tracing a thread all the way back to where the seed was first planted.
At 10 years old, I had a horse fall that left more than physical scars. It was the root accident that embedded a survival imprint into my skull, nervous system, and large intestine. In that moment, the shock imprinted the frequency of death into my body!
My large intestine became the anchor, holding endings it couldn’t release. My skull and nervous system absorbed the jolt, locking my pineal and pituitary gland into survival alert. My lungs carried the silence of it, compressing life force into flame.
From then on, my body lived as if death was always circling not because I was dying, but because the imprint of “false death” had never been released. Every collapse, every illness, every rupture after that carried the same echo. It wasn’t until now, walking the land point of Eternity, that I could finally alchemise that imprint transmuting death into sovereignty, and survival into life.
That imprint became the soil where silence, suppression, and ancestral fire grew for decades. My womb and belly carried the distorted feminine (13) bound, burning, waiting to be released so the pure 4 could root.
This wasn’t just my story. On my father’s side, the women carried the BRCA gene. My Nana Monica died of breast cancer when my dad was only 11. Later, my aunty also carried it. The whole lineage bore the weight of the distorted feminine, the unspoken grief, the silenced voice, the inherited survival coding.
And yet, every time I tried to organise testing for the gene myself, the universe would detour me. Doors would close, plans would fall through. I came to understand it as a sign: I could either go down the survival path and imprint the BRCA gene into my body, or I could walk straight through the fire of the distorted 13 and end it forever.
That’s why, when it came to radiation, I chose to step into it consciously. Not from fear but because fire was the very element encoded in my line, and I knew I had to burn it through to completion. Radiation became part of the initiation ~ the external fire meeting the internal fire. My body became an incinerator. The fire raged against my organs. My spleen went to war with my liver and gallbladder. My yang burned so fiercely that it knocked my yin off balance. Every cell became a battlefield but also an alchemy chamber.
In 2023, I promised my daughter Amarlia that this would stop with me. That she would never have to walk this same fire. That our line would root forward not in distortion, but in the purity of the 4 “Bal8nce, foundation, and sovereignty”.
That’s why this moment this return to the land point of eternity has mattered so much. This is not just any land. It is the Lost World of Lemuria, The land of the black pot holes “no beginning, no end”, Volcanoes, the 7-metal alchemy “loops of ancestral karmic entanglement”, Beaudesert the biggest flinchlock 🌀 in Australia, The Camel that carried the survival imprint, and the Bermuda Triangle of QLD “The 3 point activator”.
Australia carries codes of remembrance without hierarchy, where spirit and form are not separate. But it also tests you. If you cling to survival, it throws you into chaos. If you trust, it opens the gate of remembrance.
Land point 4285 carries the Trinity Frequency; Bone (Body), Breath (Spirit), Blood (Lineage) and over the past 19 months, this land stripped me bare. I met the final remnants of ancestral trauma. I felt the exhaustion of karmic timelines I never chose but inherited. I walked landpoints that pulled soul debris out of my bones. This land point activated the closing chapter, the past life where I lost my foot and identity, the womb wound of my maternal line, the masculine pain in our bloodline my Uncle Rick and others carried.
4285 didn’t just trigger me it humbled me. It brought me to the fire’s edge and asked: will you cling to survival, or will you step into sovereignty? By holding faith, trusting my intuition, and surrendering to the Big Fella, I would be able to walk through the ancient fire and emerge in the love frequency of the pure 4 ready to lead the rest of my life in pure sovereignty.
Through it all, my daughter Amarlia carried her own soul assignment. She fought the dragons, their fireballs, and she held the New Earth codes safe until I could emerge. She wasn’t asked to she was chosen. Strong enough. Assigned to stand beside me. Without her, I would not have made it out of the flames alive.
And when the fire inside me became unbearable, my best friend in New Zealand was always just a phone call away. There were more moments than I can count where I was on my hands and knees, screaming to the sky, praying this wasn’t the end. And it was her who helped me hold my Higher Self. She shifted the blaze when it threatened to take me out. She didn’t judge. She didn’t question. She simply loved me in every state I travelled through. Her presence reminded me “fire doesn’t only destroy. It forges”.
Then i cant forget Monkey dog, my bloody hero. My soul’s guardian. He loved me unconditionally, laid with me for hours when the world turned against me, and took the overflow of fire that tried to consume me again and again, grounding it through his own body nearly at the cost of his own life. Without him, I truly dont know how the story would’ve ended.
And when the timing was right, another very special soul appeared. An Earth Angel who has walked with me for only five short months, and in this brief crossing of paths, he has helped me beyond measures helping me remember the true meaning of life. He sits on the council with the Big Fella, so this life time for him is about guiding souls like myself home and remind me of my souls mission for here on earth. Through him I found my unshakable faith in our Creator and his team of angels. He showed me that when we have 100% faith, we can trust fully that if I was to fall out of a plane tomorrow, the “Big Fella” would be there to catch me. Not because I earned it. Not because I proved it. But because I asked (yes it’s okay to ask for help). Because I trusted. Because His love never turns away no matter what. That lesson became my anchor. That faith became my freedom most pivotal moment.
To everyone else who walked with me, whether a little or a lot thank you for holding me amidst the flames. And to those who crossed the line of my trust, I am grateful for you too. Without you, I may never have fought this hard or gone this deep. Yes, I became stubborn. Yes, I drew hard lines in the sand. Not out of selfishness, but because I refused to let distortion win. I refused to leave my daughter without her mum. Some roles were painful. Some looked cruel. But I chose you because I knew you would push me to the cliff’s edge so I could stand here today and say…… I did it, it wasn’t to hurt you in anyway and i hope one day you can see that i had to do ai had to do 1. Too stay true to myself and 2. So I could time stamp this victory in time and share my story to remind others that nothing is permanent and we have a choice in everything.
And finally the mandala that entered my journey st the very beginning now is my reminder that this is not endless. The number 10 guided me, and reminded me about the true meaning of “End of a cycle, New Beginning”, my mandala with 10 petals, the accident at 10, the full circle, and now on 9/9/25, the circle will close. The ancient fire will be complete.
The next 6 days are the crucible, the final test. The battle of breath, my deepest wound since that horse fall at age 10 but I am ready.
So yes the cancer was the physical effect. But the deeper truth is this…… I had to heal in reverse, from end to start. Surgery first. Then the black eye leading me back to the breasts, the eyes, the nervous system, the lungs, the womb, and finally the horse fall at age 10. Only then did the whole map reveal itself.
This was never about punishment. It was about remembrance. About walking the fire all the way to the end so that my daughter could walk forward free because I could not close this circle in the place that still remembered my loss. I had to stand on new ground, nameless, so my soul could write a new name.
This is not survival anymore. This is sovereignty.
I Am the Bone.
I Am the Breath.
I Am the Bloodline reborn.
🪶 My book is coming.
And when it lands, it won’t just be words.
It will be a transmission.
A map.
A remembering.
Because I didn’t walk, collapse, and burn on this journey, I became the fire 🔥
And I’m here to remind you, so can you 💗
