The night before my father passed, I felt a seismic shift.

A quiet moment - no words - but I knew.  His passing was activating my strength, my purpose, my gifts and my intuition would no longer allow me to ignore it.  Even in unimaginable grief, something profound in me had awakened.

But I didn’t yet know how to carry it. Not fully. And it would take years before I would find a teacher and community to hone and share them - and even longer before I understood what I was meant to do with them.

Years later, I found myself in Egypt.  It was evening - the buzz of a night market all around me, time folding in on itself.

And then, out of nowhere, an elderly woman, mystical, steady, unmistakably divine, approached me.

She looked into me, not at me. And said words I’ll never forget:

“Welcome home. You are perfect in the eyes of God. But you do not know your worth. You must know your worth.”

Those words broke something open.

I returned to my hotel that night with a knowing - a recognition.

And in the quiet that followed, I made a decision.

To walk away from everything that wasn’t true.

To stop performing. To stop proving. To return.

That night, and for years that followed, I changed my life.

In the stillness, in the sacred knowing, in the invisible unfolding was the lotus, breaking through the surface. Rising from the dark.

Not reinventing - remembering.

And The Sacred Reset was activated.