Healing Aurora

I often hear questions about what makes my approach distinct. For me, it's about shifting deep-seated beliefs and patterns.

I've experienced learning that stayed only in my mind. It didn't touch the ingrained patterns I carried.

Many of these patterns come from generations before us. Just knowing about them isn't enough to truly change them.

My focus is on working through these patterns in your body. This helps you break free from old ways of thinking and being. It's about creating your own new path for healing, one that you feel deeply.

I found this quotes on card under my desk. I can’t remember exactly who gave the little card.

it wrote:

Advice from a tree
Stand tall and proud,
Go out on a limb,
Drink plenty of water
Be content with your natural beauty.
Enjoy the view.

I remember I did love these words when I received it.
Tree is just there and grow no matter anyone praises on it. They just do not care.

So today I made myself a tiny painting and write them on it.

You never know all the messages and all the actions we take from kindness how would it spread.

My women solo journey to sit with the self, nature and darkness.

On the third day, I developed a fever and high temperature.

It felt as though I had walked through the gates of death and returned.

I thought they would send me back to the base camp, but instead they simply asked:
“What would you like to do?”
After all, I chose to stay. I was not sure about my decision but I do not want to just give up.

Most of the time, I drifted between sleep and wakefulness inside my small tent. I watched ants crawling overhead and listened to flies endlessly circling around me on the middle layers above my head. The nights were bitterly cold.

Surrounded by trees and darkness, I realised that what I feared was not the dark itself, but Nature—I am so disconnected to nature.

I wasn’t even sure what I was holding on to anymore.

The sisters brought me remedies and medicine for the fever and pain, yet they cared for me without intruding.

During my Vision Quest, I felt as if I saw everything and nothing at the same time. My sense of self and time became uncertain and physically really suffering.

My only comfort was hearing the distant drums from the camp at dusk. That sound told me another day had passed.

Nearby, I could also hear the drumming and singing of another woman on her own journey.

Everything became almost unbearable.

With my head pounding, I truly thought I am not sure how to pass another day.

But somehow, I made it to the final morning.

I packed all my belongings at speed like a snail. I watched the sun climb higher and higher in the sky. The time when I should have already been walking back to camp had long passed.

No matter how anxious I felt, my body simply would not move any faster.

By the time the sun stood high overhead, I finally lifted my pack and began the long walk back, stumbling forward one slow step at a time.

When I finally arrived, one of the women quietly came to stand beside me.

Without imposing, without trying to fix anything, she simply asked:

“Can I carry your bag?”
And in that moment, I burst into tears.

She gently took my belongings and then asked:

“Would you like a hug?”

It was such a simple thing.

That quiet, gentle presence.

That acceptance.

That willingness to simply be with me.

It moved me deeply.

Under the Pink Moon, I arrive —
soft, open, willing to see.

This light does not hide.
It reveals.
It illuminates the spaces
where I have given too much,
and the places where I have held back my truth.

Tonight, I sit with the mirror of Libra —
not to judge,
but to witness.

I witness the ways I have loved.
I witness the ways I have left myself behind.

And with breath, with presence,
I begin to return.

I call my energy home
from every place it has been overextended,
over-offered,
or unreceived.

I release the need to be chosen.
I release the need to keep the peace
at the cost of my own.

Balance is not silence.
Balance is truth held with grace.

Under this soft pink glow,
I remember my worth is not negotiated —
it is embodied.

So I let go —
of roles, of patterns, of quiet compromises.

I make space
for love that meets me,
for connections that see me,
for a life that feels like alignment.

I trust what falls away.
I trust what remains.
I trust what is coming.

And in this moment,
I choose myself —
fully, gently, unapologetically.

And so it is. 🌕🌸✨

Prayers above to help me change patterns may you might also be benefit from repeat it read it loud out. It is a sound healing therapy to self by hearing what we read and what we telling our self.

Journal questions:
If I fully trusted my worth, what would I choose differently?

Where am I being invited to set clearer, more loving boundaries?

Where in my life am I choosing harmony over honesty?