The unraveling had begun.
The foundation had shaken.
And now?
Now, it was time to go even deeper.
Decloaking wasn’t just a course.
It was an initiation.
And I had no idea that just two days after Decloaking, I would start my own private Telegram group—a space where I could share this process with other women who, like me, were searching for something deeper.
I didn’t know where it would lead me.
I didn’t know what it would bring up within me.
But I knew this—I was being called.
And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t hesitating.
The Birth of My Own Community
I reached out to Stela first. I wanted to make sure that starting my own space wasn’t stepping on any toes or going against any protocols.
Her response?
“Do what feels right.”
And so, I did.
I created my group with the simple intention of revisiting The Foundations of Evolution, an introduction to the WEL-Systems approach and Boundaries Bootcamp—Good Girls.
I wanted to go through each email and voice recording again, but this time—with a different lens.
With the perspective of someone who had already begun being Decloaked.
With a deeper understanding of the intelligence I had ignored in my own body for so long.
I also wanted to share the power of Decloaking with my friends—
Women who had been on their own journey of therapy, coaching, healing, self-help—yet still felt like something was missing.
And I had found what worked.
It’s almost too simple.
But it’s not stupid—it’s brilliant.
Because the answer isn’t outside of us.
It’s in our own bodies.
Our own deeply embedded intelligence.
If only we had been taught to listen.
Instead, we were trained to trust the voices of others—
The patriarchal structures, the societal rules, the conditioning that bound us into playing small, apologizing, conforming.
But the true path?
It’s ours to reclaim.
And I was finally doing just that.
The Energy Shift—And What It Awakened in Me
By February 6th, just a short time after Decloaking, I felt the energy around me shift drastically.
It was in my body.
It was in my aura.
It was in the frequency I was vibrating at.
Manifestations and synchronicities were rolling in at a speed I always knew was possible—
But hadn’t fully experienced until now.
It was magic.
Pure, undeniable magic.
But magic doesn’t come without its challenges.
Feeling It in My Body—And the Trigger That Hit Me Hard
That day, someone in my group sent me a private message instead of sharing in the main chat.
She didn’t want to trigger others with her trauma.
And I admired her for that—how, even in her own pain, she considered the experience of others.
But the moment I listened to her voice clips, something hit me hard.
My heart started racing.
My breath shortened.
I caught myself holding it in, then releasing in jagged exhales.
I wasn’t just hearing her words.
I was feeling everything she wasn’t saying.
Blurred visions surfaced. Faded memories.
Pieces of her story. Pieces of my own.
My logical mind jumped in:
Am I imagining this? Or am I actually seeing something?
(There I go again, questioning my own abilities.)
But my body knew.
The truth rushed through me in a nanosecond, leaving me hyper-aware, filled with love for her—and then, with an even deeper realization:
What other gifts do I have?
What does this “seeing” mean?
How do I use it responsibly?
And suddenly, my seven-year-old self was knocking at the door.
The Old Story of Being Hushed—And the Truth I Wasn’t Ready to Face
This experience was shifting something in me.
It was nudging me to explore different ways of processing—beyond just journaling or writing.
Maybe through voice clips.
Maybe through art.
Maybe through something I hadn’t even discovered yet.
I felt the urge to share this realization—because someone, somewhere, needed to hear it.
But I also knew…
This wasn’t just about her.
This was about me.
Fuck.
This is about me.
I hear Stela’s words replay in my mind:
❌ Don’t try to fix. No one needs to be fixed.
She’s right.
I have a savior complex. I know this.
But this wasn’t about saving anyone.
This was about seeing.
Because haven’t I been hushed, too?
Haven’t I spent years silencing my own voice?
Releasing Perfection—And Claiming My Own Way
Starting my own Telegram group taught me so much, so fast.
At first, I tried to follow some kind of structure.
Some old, therapy-based model of “holding space.”
But this?
This isn’t therapy.
This isn’t about following a model.
This is about being.
And the moment I realized that, everything shifted again.
I don’t have to be Stela.
I don’t have to be anyone else.
I have to own my way.
My truth.
So I let go of trying to control how it unfolded.
And I leaned into what felt right.
A safe space.
A place where people could share their truths and their deepest traumas.
A place where I could simply share my experiences and let them speak for themselves.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
What Does Living Intentionally Mean?
On February 11th, someone in my group asked me a question:
“What does living intentionally mean to you?”
I started to answer.
Then stopped.
Then let it flow the way it needed to.
And what came out?
Wasn’t an answer.
It was a poem.
Living Intentionally
A quantum pulse of energy, a biological symphony,
Designed not for limitation, but for expansion.
We are built to heal, to feel, to transcend.
Our bodies, intricate beyond comprehension,
Do not whisper—they speak.
Not in words, but in signals, vibrations, truths
Etched into every cell, every breath, every pulse.
I do not believe we were gifted this vast intelligence—
This neural cosmos, this electric temple—
To use a mere fraction of it.
No, we were meant for more.
To live intentionally is to listen.
To trust the unseen wisdom woven into our bones.
To honor the body’s truth,
Because the body does not lie.
Science may measure it,
But the soul already knows:
We are meant to live fully,
Beyond survival—into purpose, into truth,
Into the divine architecture of our own becoming.
This was first published on Substack on February 14, 2025