I Am What I Am

This week’s Woo-Woo post is not a channeled message, but the documentation of a monumental day in my personal life - a day I have been unknowingly waiting for the last two decades.

I would even go so far as to say yesterday (6/8/25) was my second birth day.

I have finally emerged from my chrysalis in my true form.

All of the questions and struggles I faced on a daily basis have melted away.

Every aspect of my life and my personality finally make sense.

I feel a peace in my soul that I have never felt before.

So what was so life-changing?

To put it plainly: I finally discovered my life’s purpose.

I finally know my role—not just what I’m here to do, but who I am. My identity. Something I’ve never felt inclined (or able) to define.

Now I understand why it’s been so difficult to figure out my place in the world, what my talents and interests are for, and why my life has unfolded the way it has.

Drumroll…

I am a shaman.

My human mind - my ego - cringes at that sentence, but my soul knows it to be true, and knows that proclaiming it publicly is part of my initiation.

I will never be able to explain all the ways and reasons I came to this discovery, but I have never felt something resonate so deeply in my being.

Over the years, I’ve dabbled with many titles: lightworker, healer, starseed, mystic, witch, teacher, mentor, counselor, seer, artist... but none ever truly felt right. That’s why I gave up on labels a long time ago (as I’ve written about in a few other posts).

But I had no idea the relief I would feel in finally identifying with a word.

And yes—I understand the controversy, misunderstandings, and offenses that can come from making such a claim. But I can’t let that fear stop me from speaking my truth.

I thought about keeping this discovery to myself. It’s so precious and personal. But part of this role is learning to withstand external commentary and judgment without wavering.

And—luckily for me—my strong, logical mind was given plenty of physical signs to make this realization undeniable.

It wasn’t just the goosebumps and full-body resonance when the knowing came. It was a lifetime of physical evidence.

For example, more recently, ever since I came out of my spiritual closet and began writing the Spiritual Sovereignty series—then launched Weekly Woo-Woo—I began receiving little gifts from the Earth.

To a “normal” person, finding a seed pod, special stick, or a feather wouldn’t really mean anything, but I knew these gifts were no coincidence. They were always in pristine condition and in outstanding places, and my intuition would scream at me saying, “this is for you!”

After I had a collection, I started creating little… things.

Just following my creative intuitions to honor and showcase each of the gifts.

First, a rattle from a walnut I found drifting in the bay.

Then, a handmade canvas pouch to carry it—filled with stones and sacred Earth treasures.

Then a wand, carved from pine.

Then a massage tool, made from eucalyptus.

Then a spiritual sword.

Finally, a full-sized staff, gifted to me from the oldest eucalyptus grove in the area.

Without realizing it, I had been collecting and crafting my first set of shamanic tools.

At first, I thought: Maybe I’m supposed to start making tools for other healers. Maybe this is my niche—the thing that will finally get my business going.

The day after I finished sanding and oiling the staff, I went to a local metaphysical shop to look for books on healing tools.

They had one, but when I asked my pendulum if I should buy it, it said “no.”

Then I saw a different book: The Hollow Bone – A Field Guide to Shamanism.

The pendulum said “yes.” I wanted to skim through it to make sure it was something I could use, but Reia was due for a nap and didn’t give me a second of peace to read it. I almost put the book back, but something told me to get it—despite my nonexistent book budget.

When we got home and I finally opened it… page after page, everything clicked.

The mystery of my life unfolded before my eyes.

I had an out-of-body experience.

My entire being tingled with truth.

And when I allowed myself to accept this identity, the dark cloud that had hovered over me since adolescence simply… lifted.

I was no longer lost.

My chronic depression and anxiety—which had spiked in the last few weeks—disappeared.

It was only then I realized I had been pushing myself uphill through life. Always hoping the next corner would bring relief, a solution, a breakthrough.

I always clung to hope, practiced gratitude, chased dreams of a better life, but life never felt easy or simple.

I lived with the constant anxiety and fear that comes from not knowing - from feeling lost, out of place, and unfulfilled.

The moment I accepted my identity as a shaman, my soul exhaled.

I stopped feeling the need to chase some unknown solution to an unknown problem.

The funny thing is, I have always said labels are not important, and I know we are all just Source energy expressing itself through human form. That’s why I never really tried to find a role or identity for myself. It always seemed silly to create a limitation knowing we are infinite beings.

I didn’t know the relief I would get from finally knowing who I am.

I imagine this is what it’s like for someone to finally receive a diagnosis that explains all of their issues.

Needless to say, I don’t know what will come of this, but I don’t actually care and don’t need to know.

That is what I mean by peace.

I am no longer searching for answers.

I am so content to just exist.

But if you see changes on my website in the near future—now you know why.