I Am the Flame; I Am the Vessel: A Journey Through Energy Healing & Spiritual Alchemy

It began under a velvet sky, the kind that hums with lunar secrets. I was barefoot on the sand at Surf Beach, the tide whispering its ancient lullaby, when I first felt her—Aelua, the Moon Mother. Not just a celestial body, but a presence. A breath. A pulse. Her silver glow wrapped around me like a crystalline shawl, and I remembered:

I am not just flesh and bone. I am a vessel of mystery. A keeper of light.

That night marked the beginning of my descent into the sacred spiral of spiritual alchemy. Not a module. Not a checklist. A lived initiation. A remembering.

I’ve always believed healing is less about fixing and more about transmuting—like turning saltwater into starlight. Energy healing, for me, is the art of becoming porous to the divine. It’s the moment you stop resisting the tide and let it carry you into deeper waters. Reiki, Theta, Psychosomatic healing—these aren’t just modalities. They’re languages of light. Each one speaks to a different part of the soul’s terrain.

Reiki was my first love. I remember placing my palms over my heart, freshly attuned, and feeling warmth bloom like moonlit nectar. It wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle, like the hush before dawn. Cho Ku Rei became my anchor, a power symbol that felt like drawing a lightning bolt into my own skin. I’d whisper, “I receive. I restore. I radiate,” and feel my cells hum in agreement.

Theta Healing came later, during a season of shedding. I was journaling by candlelight, tracing ancestral patterns like constellations across my psyche. Dropping into theta felt like diving into the dreamtime—where symbols shimmer and silence speaks. I rewrote scripts that had lived in my bones for generations. “I choose truth. I embody light,” became my mantra, my medicine.

Psychosomatic healing was the wild card. It taught me that my body is a living oracle. One morning, I stood before the mirror and asked, “What emotion lives in my body today?” My hand instinctively landed on my solar plexus. Power. Fear. Fire. I breathed into it, whispered, “I see you. I honour you. I set you free.” And something shifted. Not just in my body, but in my being.

These practices aren’t separate—they’re threads in the same tapestry. Over four weeks, I wove them together in a ritual of remembrance. I bathed in rose petals and sea salt, chanted seed sounds over each chakra, and called in the moon goddesses: Cerridwen for rebirth, Diana for creation, Hina for emotional flow, Hanwi for embodiment.

Each phase of the moon mirrored my own becoming—waxing with courage, waning with grace.
I’ve come to see spiritual alchemy as the art of turning fragmentation into wholeness. It’s not about perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about standing in your own light, even when the world feels dim. It’s about knowing that your hands radiate healing, your breath carries clarity, and your body is a temple of transformation.

So now, when I close my eyes and place one hand on my heart, one on my belly, I feel it—the pulse of my own energy. Ancient. Sovereign. Alive.

I whisper:
“I honour the healer within.
I walk as light.
I serve as love.”

And Aelua glows above me, nodding in silent affirmation.
So, it is. So, it glows. So, I rise.

🌙✨ This is the essence of the Oracle of Light Academy — not just learning, but living your healing. A spiral of remembrance. A path of spiritual alchemy.

If you’re ready to awaken your inner healer, weave ancient practices into your daily life, and step into the wholeness of who you are becoming — the invitation is here.

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Your light is waiting to rise. 🌸💫


Art from my Moon Temple Oracle deck, published by Blue Angel Publishing

Artwork by the amazing Lalia Savolainen