The Artist’s Journal
Reflections from the path of spirit-led creativity and transformation.
Step into the sacred rhythm of creation, where every knot, word, and moment is part of the journey. This space holds stories from my path as an artist, healer, and seeker—woven with lessons from sacred places, soul initiations, and the quiet beauty of devotion.
Here, I share behind-the-scenes glimpses into my creative process, the inspirations that move through my hands and heart, and the ways art becomes a living prayer. You'll find reflections on growth, vulnerability, joy, and the powerful medicine of honoring your own evolution.
This is not just about making—it’s about remembering who you are through the act of creation.
My Experience with the Pleiadians
A Bridge Between Earth and Stars
In 2011–2012, I worked as a tour guide at Uluru and Kata Tjuta, guiding groups of around 30 international travelers through the sacred red heart of Australia. I was entrusted with sharing the Dreamtime stories of the land—oral histories and creation myths that speak to the soul more than the mind.
Repeating these stories day after day, I noticed something strange and beautiful: the more I told them, the more I felt them. The words didn’t just explain—they began to initiate. I was no longer just translating culture across a language barrier—I was acting as a bridge of energy, embodying something deeper that stirred beneath the surface of words.
I began to feel Uluru not just as a physical place, but as the energetic heart chakra of the Earth. The silence of the desert, the echo in the stone, the ancient intelligence in the land—all of it began to resonate inside me. I didn't have the words for it then, but I now know that I was being attuned, gently and soulfully, to something Pleiadian.
And this is where it gets interesting.
I’ve always thought I was more deeply connected to Sirian or Arcturian energies—and in many ways, I still am. Those frequencies feel familiar to my soul’s architecture. But now, as I write this and begin reintegrating with Light Language, I see clearly: the Pleiadians are how I return. Their lightness, softness, and open-hearted codes are the exact medicine for the chapter I’ve just emerged from.
In 2020, I gave birth to twins. They’re five now.
The birth experience brought deep emotional and physical trauma, and the years that followed took nearly all of my energetic life. I lost touch with my practice, my voice, my starline connections. I became quiet.
I diverted from the path—but I see now, I was never lost. Just rerouted into the kind of transformation that only Earth can initiate.
And the Pleiadians? They came back in softly, without pressure. Like a whisper saying,
“Start here. Begin again. You haven’t missed a thing.”
Today, when I hear or feel their Light Language transmissions, they come in like a soft breeze—light, flowing, and invitational, never overwhelming. There’s a joy to them, a clarity that dissolves resistance and opens the heart without force. They’re not intense in the way some cosmic transmissions can be—they’re like a remembering, a smiling presence, a sense of ease.
In many ways, the work I did at Uluru prepared me for this. It taught me how frequency lives in sound, how story becomes initiation, and how words—when spoken from presence—carry codes far beyond meaning.
This is the heart of the Pleiadian connection for me:
A lightness of being.
A clarity of presence.
A call to remember who we are through joy, not struggle.
Stonehenge: A Morning of Mist & Memory
The activation I didn't know I was walking into - and the soul remembrance it stirred
Stonehenge Activation – Wiltshire, England (2004)
Ancient Awakening · Earth Grid Initiation · Soul Memory Stirring
In 2004, at 20 years old, I left Brisbane for a 2-year working holiday visa in the UK — my first big leap away from home. I landed in London, and within the first two weeks, my body completely freaked out. The biggest migraines I’ve ever had, cold sores, full-body stress and anxiety. I stayed in Earls Court, where I burned through my only £2000 in no time — hostels, bond for accommodation, everything just rampaged through me.
I had gone with a childhood friend — someone I was close to from ages 2 to 7 but hadn’t had much to do with since. We reconnected through our mums and decided to go on this life-changing adventure together. She was way more grounded, mature, and self-valuing than I was at the time. It was clear even then that I had a lot to learn, and she became one of those quiet role models life sends when you're ready, even if you don’t know it yet. I’m so grateful for her and all that we experienced together, even though we’re no longer in each other’s lives now.
Back then I was still floating between worlds. On one hand, I was buying crystals, going to psychic readers, having energy healing sessions. On the other, I was partying every weekend — always searching for the next pub, the next drink, the next distraction. I was deep in that duality. But even now, one of my strongest truths — something I know right down to my bones — is that spirit doesn’t mix with spirit. These days, I don’t touch alcohol or any substances. People sometimes assume I smoke weed (especially in knotting communities), or ask if I run “sip & create” style events — but that’s just not me. I’m a clear vessel, and I choose to stay that way. A black coffee or piece of chocolate here and there, sure — but I keep my channel clean.
If I hadn’t gone with my old friend, I never would’ve made it to Stonehenge. She was amazing at planning, wanting to see the land and history. She booked the tours, and I just kind of went along for the ride. The morning we visited Stonehenge was cold, early, misty — mystical, even. It was still a time when you could actually walk into the circle and touch the stones (I don’t think that’s allowed anymore?). I remember the strange, powerful feelings stirring as I walked among them. It was ancient. Strong. Slightly eerie.
There were moments where I stood quietly with the stones, and something was definitely happening — soul memories were stirring, DNA was being activated. I remember looking out across the slight rolling hills and seeing beings coming toward the space. Whether it was through vision or energy, I could feel them — ancient presences, approaching. I wondered where the stones came from... but also just knew they were always meant to be there.
The land was humming beneath me. There was something watching. Something remembering. It was as though Stonehenge wasn’t giving me something new — it was helping me remember something I had always carried. Something I had come to this planet with.
I know now that my role as a crystal gridkeeper didn’t begin at Stonehenge. It began long before — before this lifetime even. But this was one of the moments it was activated in a tangible, physical way. A moment where my body and soul started to wake up, to realign with that path — even if I wouldn’t fully understand it for years to come.
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Light Language Phrase (Stonehenge Activation):
“Sa iek nik ti / Ar sek ik [tongue click] kah / Oooooo’t’ aaaar’k’ [throat breath] / Mah’k’ teh”
Origin: Earth-Lemurian with Galactic Memory Echoes – Ancient Inner Earth & Star-Grid Blend
This transmission carries ancient Earth resonance, with Lemurian undertones and echoes from multidimensional origins — possibly Sirian or early Lyran. It weaves timelines of sacred site consciousness, interdimensional memory, and planetary anchoring.
Energetic Interpretation:
This phrase activates ancient Earth memory codes and opens the energetic lens of the Third Eye to see through time. It facilitates soul recognition of sacred sites, connects to inner Earth consciousness, and realigns one’s path with the planetary grid. It stabilizes deep earth-soul remembrance while calling in guidance from multidimensional ancestors and guardians of the land. This transmission invites the listener into stillness, silence, and seeing — returning to a knowing that transcends linear time.
Breakdown:
Sa iek nik ti – Awaken memory held within the Earth
Ar sek ik [tongue click] kah – Call to the ancient ones of the land to open the portal
Oooooo’t’ aaaar’k’ [throat breath] – Breathe through timelines and let the veil thin
Mah’k’ teh – Anchor the knowing deep into the physical and energetic grid
From One Knot to a Movement: My Journey into Micromacramé
How one handmade necklace sparked a journey of creativity, resilience, and soul-led entrepreneurship.
It all started with a necklace I stumbled upon at a small pop-up market in Coolum Beach. I was on my way to study the Essence of Angels teacher training when I wandered through the stalls and spotted a basket-style necklace—delicate, earthy, and completely enchanting. A thin quartz crystal was tucked inside a handwoven olive-green basket, closed with a wooden bead. I was captivated. Could I create something like this?
Weeks later, after completing the workshop, I visited a local bead shop where they showed me waxed linen cord sourced from Thailand. I left with a small brown roll and the spark of something new. I began teaching myself how to weave basket wraps.
At first, it was fiddly and slow. My hands would sweat with concentration. But something about the process lit me up. With time, the motion became rhythmic. Meditative. Addictive. I couldn’t stop. My hands were always moving—thread and crystals constantly passing through my fingers.
I started making necklaces, anklets, bracelets—one after another. When I showed my early creations to those closest to me, the responses weren’t what I expected. One of my best friends laughed and said, “I’d never wear that shit.” Another asked, “Did you plait all of that?” My sister simply said, “Why would you make this?”
But here’s the thing—I never really knew what support looked like growing up. So their reactions didn’t shake me. I just kept going. Kept making. Before long, I had about 50 unique pieces—single-wrap baskets, double-wrap pendants, beaded tassels, and more.
I took a leap and booked my first market stall at Fisherman’s Road Market in Maroochydore. One table, a piece of fabric, a few crystals, and my handmade treasures. People stopped, admired, and bought. From there, it just kept flowing.
The market stall grew. I joined events like the Fibre Arts Festival, where I taught pot hangers, bracelets, and basket necklaces. I vended at Peregian, Eumundi, Coolum Beach, and Conscious Life Festivals. I stocked Atlantean Earth in Yandina. I taught at Fibre Arts again while 24 weeks pregnant with twins—before eventually moving to New Zealand.
From my first knot in late 2012 to my last one in Australia in May 2019, so much magic unfolded.
And if there’s one truth I’ve learned from this journey, it’s this:
The people closest to you may not always see your vision—and that’s okay.
Trust your path. Keep creating. Keep following the thread of inspiration. If I’d listened to those early voices of doubt, I wouldn’t be living this self-made creative life. Your vibe truly does attract your tribe.
From Stagnation to Flow: How I Overcome Creative Blocks and Unlock My Artistic Inspiration as a Micromacramé Artist
Exploring Creative Blocks, Crystals, and Light Language Inspirations
From Stagnation to Flow: Navigating the Energetic Entanglements That Bind Me
Creative stagnation—I know it well.
It arrives like an uninvited guest in my journey as a micromacramé artist. It’s not the kind of pause that comes from a lack of skill or inspiration; it’s an energetic interruption. The moment I feel external expectations rooting themselves into my work—the subtle, sometimes overt projections of others who want to shape my creations into their own vision—my flow halts.
I sense it in the quiet moments of knotting crystals that my body & soul dont feel aligned to work with in that time & space, when the design that once sparkled in my mind’s eye suddenly clouds over. My hands hover, uncertain—not because I doubt my ability, but because I can feel the energetic imposition, as if unseen hands are trying to weave themselves into my work.
These blocks aren’t about fear. They’re about energy—about how the expectations and desires of others can entangle with my creative space if I’m not vigilant. Over time, I’ve learned that my best work emerges when I listen not to external voices but to the crystals themselves, the spirit tribes, the light language codes, and the intuitive whispers that guide me.
🌿 Tracing the Energetic Roots of Creative Stagnation
When I reflect on my journey, I see how these blocks emerge:
• When someone asks for a custom design that feels misaligned with the crystal’s essence or my current energetic path.
• When I sense that a request carries not just admiration but an unconscious desire to control or reshape the natural flow of my work.
• When my body and spirit are gently nudging me to pause, to hear the subtle messages of the crystals and the deeper initiations waiting to emerge—whether that’s a shift in materials, a new technique, or simply a meditative pause.
These moments aren’t about perfectionism or self-doubt. They’re about respecting the sacred timing of creation, recognizing when it’s time to honor a different message or shift focus entirely.
🌿 My Journey of Remembering
I’ve learned that my most vibrant creations come from co-creation with the crystals and the spirit realms. It’s not just about the knots or the beads—it’s about listening to the soul of the materials, to the whispers of the keepers of each crystal, and to the language of light codes that wants to weave itself into physical form.
I remember the first time I truly surrendered to this flow. It wasn’t about following a pattern or fulfilling a request. It was pure guided creation—listening, feeling, allowing the spirits to move through me. At first, the designs felt imperfect, yet they carried a resonance that was undeniable. Over time, I’ve come to trust that this intuitive, energetic collaboration creates pieces that are flawless in their own way, without doubt or hesitation.
My creative flow isn’t about flawless knots or perfect symmetry. It’s about honoring the natural conversation between the crystals, the colors, the threads, my own spirit, and the unseen realms guiding me.
🌿 How I Move From Stagnation to Flow
When I sense stagnation creeping in, I’ve learned to:
✨ Breathe and Pause – I set the project down, close my eyes, and ground myself. I ask: "Is it me, or is it you?" Repeating this multiple times. The you is anything or anyone that is influencing outside of me.
✨ Reclaim My Intention – I remember why I create—not to meet expectations but to channel authentic energy and expression. I remind myself that my knots hold intention and connection, not obligation.
✨ Establish Boundaries – While custom orders can be beautiful, I’ve learned to set energetic boundaries. If a request feels misaligned or intrusive, I give myself permission to step back. My most aligned pieces are born from soul guidance, not external direction.
✨ Reconnect With the Source – I hold a crystal, feel its pulse, and listen for its story. Sometimes I step outside, ground with the earth, clear my space, and wait for inspiration to return on its own terms.
🌿 A Gentle Invitation
As an artist, I no longer see creative blocks as walls, but as invitations—reminders to pause, to listen, and to honor the natural rhythm of creation. They’re signals to reconnect with the crystals, the earth, the spirit guides, and the deeper initiations waiting to be acknowledged.
So if you, too, feel the flow slipping away, remember: it’s still there. It waits for you in the stillness, in the quiet whispers of crystal keepers, in the space between knots, and in the breath you take before returning to the worktable.
This is my journey. One knot, one breath, one crystal’s whisper at a time.