Soul Journey Guidance

within the ink, and then this needle, as it attaches itself to the skin, it brings life to show on the outside what one has within. She burns inside and shares her flame, and only those can see it those who know the touch of the fire those who also breathe it. with this ink, she shares on the outside of her skin who she is and what she brings, and that fire that burns within is the fire that the souls around her .

over the weekend while out of state in Portland Oregon , my daughter-in-law and I took upon ourselves to get matching tattoos. Her and Leo and mine and Aries inside each one of the pictures. But the meaning behind it is so much surreal than what it is.

A year ago, we tried to create this union and get a tattoo however, it was not meant to happen. The day that we decided we picked a place drove to it, walked in and was graced by wonderful man who would take us both in that same day, a walk-in. he listened to our words and heard what we wanted and drew everything out as we had wanted

As laying on the table, I spoke about how we don’t have coincidences we have togetherness, and that in this moment we were destined to be under his tattoo needle. Teaching him about energies and how to disregard those who are attached to him as he works on people. I explained how we could feel his anxiety and feel his frustration from a previous client.

assisting him through releasing that he all of a sudden became calm and was more intrigued and learning how to rid of the energies that don’t belong. Of course I would show how to get rid of these and I did as he tattooed my arm. I did my own breaths to release the pain within.

this is a magical moment in our lives and we need to embrace certain steps as we journey along. I’m here to share you just a glimpse of mine as it is a wonderful time.

In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where shadows dance and whispers brood,
A woman stands, her eyes aglow,
With secrets only fire can know.

Her hands, alight with amber flame,
Hold powers none can dare to tame,
For in her touch, a spark ignites,
A dance of warmth through darkest nights.

She calls upon the fire’s grace,
To heal the scars time can’t erase,
From her own wounds, a strength is born,
In flames renewed, a soul reborn.

Around her, whispered fears subside,
As healing warmth flows far and wide,
Her fiery gift, a soothing balm,
Transforms the chaos into calm.

With every breath, she draws the heat,
Her heartbeat syncs with flame’s own beat,
A symphony of crackling light,
That chases shadows from the night.

Her magic, ancient as the stars,
Transcends the world’s most distant scars,
For in her hands, a power thrives,
That brings the lost back to their lives.

A witchy woman, fierce and kind,
With fire and love so intertwined,
She walks the paths where darkness bends,
And through her flames, the broken mends.