​They Find Their Way Back to Us: A Shamanic Story of Past-Life Healing, Maternal Love, and Miracles
"True love does not look at the boundaries of time, space, or even death. It finds a way back to us somehow.
Twenty-four years ago, I made a choice that changed the trajectory of my life. I retreated into the raw wilderness of St. Lucia, living for four years in a small, isolated cabin in nature with no electricity and no running water. My only companion was my daughter, Indyra, who was just two years old at the time. I went there to strip away the noise of the modern world and discover my real value. In that deep silence, I experienced revelations that are difficult to put into human words.
But one specific memory stands out as a mind-blowing testament to the unseen strings that bind our souls.
The Vision in the Quiet
During that time, I was struggling with a physical affliction—a large, heavy swelling (a goiter) in my thyroid area. Desperate to understand the energetic root of this sickness, I spent weeks listening three times a day to a past-life regression audio track on a self-made cassette tape, wearing headphones to dive deep into my subconscious. 
After about ten days of intensive meditation, strange visions began to bleed into my daily activities. Even while doing ordinary chores, I started seeing a vision of blood pouring violently from my throat. It was scary, but I didn’t stop the meditations. I knew I was close to a breakthrough.
The next morning, at 5:00 AM, I woke up with the entire room spinning at full speed.
Through the dizziness, I felt a physical weight on my chest. I opened my eyes and found my three-year-old daughter sitting on my bed. Her tiny hands were pressed hard against my neck, physically holding my throat, trying to stop the bleeding she was seeing. She was crying desperately, sobbing over and over into the darkness: 'Sorry, mammy. Sorry, mammy.'
Indyra never woke up before 8:00 AM, and she had never heard a single word of the regression audio playing in my headphones. Yet, her spirit had completely tapped into the energetic field of the trauma I was processing. I gently comforted her, told her to go back to sleep, and promised we would talk in the morning.
'When I Was Your Mommy...'
At 8:00 AM, as the tropical sun filled our cabin, I asked her to explain what had happened. In tears, looking beautifully confused, she stared into my eyes and pleaded:
'Please don’t be angry with me, mammy! When I was your mommy, you were not feeling well. I went quickly to the market to get vegetables to make you a soup, and I let you sleep to get better. I came back fast, but when I came near the house, I saw three men run out of the cabin. I found you... they had cut your throat.'
My breath caught. With her tiny finger, she traced the exact line across my neck where the wound had been in that past life.
'But I don’t understand, mammy,' she wept. 'You are big now! How can that be? I put your body in the ground when you were just a small baby. My chest hurt so much... I cried for a very long time. But I see you are big now! So, I am a good mammy. I did well. And I will never leave you again.'
In that sacred, unpolluted jungle container, the roles had reversed. I was the one doing the meditation, but my daughter was the one who received the visual revelation. Her soul needed to release the ancient, crushing guilt of a mother who couldn't save her child. And my soul needed to know why my physical throat was holding onto a knot of survival terror.
The Living Miracle
Years later, doctors ultimately removed my physical thyroid, parathyroids, and the growth. That was 18 years ago. Against standard medical advice, I chose not to take lifelong hormonal medications. Instead, I took the deep, ancient medicine I learned in that cabin.
Every single day, I connect to my subtle energy body and my chakra system, consciously generating the vital frequencies my physical organs can no longer produce. Today, I bike, I live in a state of freer flow, and I swim in the freezing sea during the Mallorca winters.
And Indyra? She is now 27 years old, still living alongside me here in Mallorca, beautifully making sure I take care of myself—still watching over me, just like a mother does.
The Medicine for Your Grief
If you are reading this and carrying the heavy, shattering weight of losing a loved one, let this story be a blanket for your soul.
Death is an illusion of the physical eyes. The people we love do not vanish; they change form. They watch our struggles, they mirror our healing, and when the timing is aligned, they find their way back into our arms—sometimes as our friends, sometimes as our guides, and sometimes, if we are incredibly blessed, as our children.
You are never truly separated from those you love. They are right here, waiting for you to step out of fear and return to flow. 🕊️"
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~ ❤️~

The Architecture of a Soulmate: Expecting the Unexpected in the Caribbean Flow (Part 1)
"When the universe participates in our encounters, we must learn to expect the unexpected, surrender to the flow, and trust that there is always a resourceful solution to even the most challenging emotional landscapes.
After several months of deep, expansive inner work inside my off-grid St. Lucia cabin, my physical and mental systems had reached a beautiful, silent harmony. It was then that I received a new, bittersweet gift: I met a true soul partner. Out of all the mystical encounters of my life, this remains one of the five highest initiations I have ever endured. The impact of a connection like this is far more profound than anyone can ever prepare you for.
It happened during a hike to the remote lighthouse in Vieux-Fort, on the southern tip of the island. Through the ocean breeze, I heard the voice of a stranger that instantly resounded as familiar in every single cell of my physical body. He introduced himself as Michael, an engineer from Mexico. The moment I shook his hand, it felt as if my entire life up to that second suddenly made perfect sense—and completely vanished at the exact same time.
In a wave of sudden, intuitive fear, I asked him the defining question: 'Do you have children?'
He nodded. 'Yes, three. The youngest is just one year old.'
Meeting a soulmate and knowing with absolute clarity that he cannot be a part of your physical future is a shocking, cell-shaking experience. Trembling all over, I immediately took a physical step back from him, trying to erect a protective barrier around my heart.
But a moment later, Michael stepped up behind me, breaking through my defenses with words that cut straight to my soul: 'How can a person with your profound loving capacity be completely on your own?'

The Six-Week Countdown
We engaged in a conversation, and before we knew it, two hours had flown by. I quickly realized that Michael and his Mexican engineering crew were in a state of desperate professional crisis. They were tasked with installing the wireless phone systems across the Caribbean islands to interconnect them. However, because they spoke only a few words of English, their high-tech equipment was trapped in local customs, and they were completely unable to advance toward their strict deadline.
The pressure on them was immense: in exactly six weeks, the governors of each island were scheduled to hold a live, televised cell phone conversation to launch the network. An entire international media event was already built around it.
They looked at me and asked for my help. After careful inner reflection, I agreed to become their official translator and spokesperson. When Michael and his brother unexpectedly invited me to join their team across the other Caribbean islands as well, I had only three hours to make a choice. I knew that saying 'no' would trap me in a lifetime of 'what if,'while saying 'yes' would change the trajectory of my life forever. I chose the unknown.
For the next six weeks, my three-year-old daughter, Indyra, and I accompanied the crew everywhere. With her wild, blonde curls, Indyra made warm friends in every local village we worked in, having the absolute time of her life. Michael and I became seamless, beautiful friends, consciously vowing not to touch each other out of deep respect for the family he had back in Mexico.
Flashes on the Cell Towers
Because the wireless receivers had to be installed on the highest peaks of the islands, our daily workspaces offered the most jaw-dropping landscapes imaginable—lush rainforests, palm trees, colorful coastal villages, and the open expanse of the cobalt-blue Caribbean Sea. The lightness and joy with which the Mexican crew performed such a precise, technical task was admirable.
As the head engineer, Michael was a sharp, responsible business personality, yet completely light-hearted. Our mental bond grew so tight that we could actively read each other's thoughts. I knew with a shamanic certainty that we had been together in many previous lifetimes. One afternoon, as I passed him a tool up on one of the metal towers, our fingers briefly brushed. Instantly, a high-definition vision flashed into my mind: for a split second, I saw a completely different physical hand reaching out to him. It is a strange, mystical sensation—when your brain accesses a deep energetic frequency, and you suddenly do not recognize your own physical skin.
Every single day, I was playing with fire, keeping my challenging heart in a constant state of hyper-conscious check. Michael held a key to our room; every morning at 6:00 AM, he came in to gently wake Indyra and me up. We had breakfast with his brother, worked side-by-side all day in nature, and spent the evenings talking for hours in our room.
Our spiritual paths ran in beautiful, eerie parallels. Michael told me that when he graduated from university, he desperately wanted to comprehend his true self, so he became a isolated sheep herder. For two years, he lived entirely under the stars, tenderly caring for his flock, and finding an embracing peace among the elements of nature. Upon returning to society, he attended a local dance and vowed to marry the very first girl who would finish a dance with him. As a result, he now had three beautiful children, but he and his wife lived as strangers in the same house between his months-long engineering projects.
The Quicksand of the Heart
On one of our final mornings, Michael unexpectedly sat down on the edge of my bed a few minutes before 6:00 AM. With tears welling in his dark eyes, he held my hands, looked deeply into my gaze, and laid his heart bare.
'I made a mistake in my life, San, and I feel completely at a loss,' he whispered. 'I know beyond any doubt that what you and I feel for each other is a care deeper than I ever hoped to feel in this lifetime. Every man in his inner being wishes to feel such a profound affection and bond, but so few wait for the right person to live it with. Most men, myself included, start a relationship simply not to be alone.'
He paused, the silence stretching between us in the morning light.
'Can I please kiss you?' he asked softly.
The question required a few seconds of intense, painful inner reflection. I loved Michael beyond human words. I cared for his absolute well-being, and the underlying need to touch him had been growing into an overwhelming tidal wave. But being near him daily was like trying to walk on emotional quicksand. He lived in the center of Mexico; his children were rooted there. And I knew intuitively, through my shamanic sight, that my grander life purpose was not guiding me toward a standard relationship in Mexico.
I looked at his tear-filled eyes, knowing that my next move would either anchor me in my sacred purpose or sweep me away into the beautiful, destructive current of what could never be... "
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Part 2: The Cosmic Mirror — A Shamanic Initiation into Soulmate Unions and the Water Revelation
"True love does not appear in our lives to trap us in a comfortable routine; it appears as a divine fire to melt away the final illusions of our ego.
Following my intense eleven-day shamanic purification in the St. Lucia rainforest, my system reached a state of deep, silent sensitivity. It was during this phase of expansion that the universe delivered one of the five highest initiations of my life: I met Michael, a Mexican engineer. We recognized each other instantly across lifetimes, yet we both faced a heart-shattering reality—he was a dedicated father of three beautiful children, and my shamanic path was guiding me elsewhere. For six weeks, as I translated for his crew across the Caribbean islands, we worked side-by-side, keeping our boundaries intact out of absolute respect for the family he had built.
But as the project neared its end, the televised connection deadline passed, and the hour of our unavoidable separation arrived, the universe stepped into our flow.
On our final night together, sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked at this gentle, deeply respectful man and made a request from the depths of my soul. I asked him to take the profound love he felt for me and pour it entirely back into the mother of his children—to give his family a real, vibrant chance. Tears soaked his cheeks as he dropped to his knees before me, confessing that even though we could never be together, our connection had become the light of his life.
In a desperate need to be physically close one last time, we made love.
But it was not carnal. It was not sexual. It was an explosive, eternal revelation. As he held me tight, a brilliant, blinding white light appeared in his eyes, reflecting my entire being. In that precise second, the whole universe opened up. I was no longer just sharing love with a man; I was being welcomed home into the absolute arms of the Creator. Time completely vanished. For the first time since the death of my beloved grandfather, I felt completely, safely home.

The Cellular Memory of Home
Michael returned to Mexico the next day, and Indyra and I went back to our quiet plywood cabin by the banana plantations. But my biology was permanently altered. Modern science might call it a full Kundalini awakening or a total pineal gland activation; I simply know that every single cell in my body had taken part in a cosmic shift.
The intensity of that divine home-coming vibration remained so deeply etched into my nervous system that for six years, I could reproduce that feeling of absolute peace and connection at will, entirely on my own, without Michael’s physical presence. My body’s intelligence remembered the frequency.
Yet, the human woman in me still carried a heavy, aching grief.
Three weeks later, I walked into an internet cafe in town and found an email from him with a handwritten note attached. I couldn’t bear to read such a sacred letter in a public space. I sealed it in an envelope, took the local bus home, and hiked for an hour into the deep rainforest to sit on a massive rock beside my favorite waterfall.
Opening the envelope, his handwriting brought the first rush of tears to my eyes: 'I don't know whether to curse the day we met or embrace it with my entire being. I miss you in every breath I take...'
Sitting in the mist of the roaring water, I allowed myself to break. I wept for the trustworthy partner I desperately wished was near me. I wanted to scream, to catch the first flight to Mexico, to let him be a father to Indyra. But instead of running, I followed my intuition. I stayed completely still, letting the tears run freely down my face, listening to the thunderous water towering down.

The Velvet Caress: Turning Tears into Compassion
After an hour of feeling entirely numb, I took off my clothing and stepped directly into the pounding basin of the waterfall. It had rained heavily, and the flow was an abundant, roaring torrent.
But as I stepped underneath, a miracle occurred. Instead of hitting my shoulders with a heavy, painful force, the rushing water felt like a velvet caress. Every single drop felt like a conscious gift.
A few heartfelt tears mixed with the water on my face, but in that instant, the very essence of my weeping shifted entirely from victim to pure compassion. Filled with a quiet, holy reverence, I lifted my arms into the roaring waterfall and cried out into the jungle:
'Dearest God, I invite you to feel through me how magnificent your creation is...!'
Instantly, the clear, inner channeled voice I had grown to trust replied inside my mind:
'And I invite you to feel through Me.'
In a breathtaking flash of high-definition sight, my consciousness expanded. I was suddenly able to perceive life from the perspective of the water falling on me. I physically traced the exact pathway of one single, individual raindrop—meaningful beyond measure—sliding over the edge of the high rock, dropping onto my head, sliding down my face to seamlessly unite with my human tear, tracing my neck, chest, and abdomen, before plunging into the basin below. As it hit the pool, it disappeared as an individual, joyfully becoming part of the collective watercourse once again.
I stood there awestruck, humbled, and profoundly honored. That vivid revelation became the permanent anchor for my vision of existence.

The Ultimate Loophole: The Upward Spiral
The secret to being vibrantly alive and operating in radiant, good health is beautifully down-to-earth: You must learn to perceive yourself through all natural things that surround you.
Connect to the elements as often as you can. Feel the mountain breeze from the perspective of the breeze as it brushes through your hair. Merge your awareness with the oceans, the rivers, the trees, and the sun-rays. This is the Prana life-force—the pure oxygenated intelligence that passes through our system to unlock absolute health. We honor nature, and nature honors us. All we must do is open our eyes to the blessings bestowed upon us in the present moment.
Life operates in a perfect circle of trust. And once any circle of pain or heartbreak is fully lived, accepted, and comprehended, it breaks its old boundaries and becomes an ascending spiral... moving upward.
Michael and I were soulmates bound in unconditional love, and I accept that knowing him was one of the greatest blessings of my existence. I carry him in my cells from a distance, comforted by the beautiful words of Robert Doisneau: 'Not all distance is absence... nor is all silence oblivion.'
If you are currently going through a rough patch, running on the survival static of a broken heart or an exhausted body, remember this sacred promise: Once you master one painful challenge with dignity, your eyes will open to the vast value of life surrounding you. Nature never fails to live up to its promises. Hang in tight, breathe yourself through the moment, and allow yourself to be loved by the universe. You are rising higher.' 🙏✨"

​~❤️~

Part 1: Growing Wings — The Shamanic Initiation of Self-Purification
"At the age of 33—the symbolic age of Christ consciousness—the universe often delivers a profound wake-up call. I am not a religious woman, but I believe deeply in the activation of higher consciousness. And it was at this exact age, while living off-grid in the lush rainforest hills of St. Lucia, that I received a blessing beyond measure. But it was an initiation that required me to walk directly through the fire.
It was the 14th of February, a day dedicated to love. My four-year-old daughter, Indyra, was away for her very first preschool sleepover, leaving me completely alone in the deep, untouched silence of the jungle night. Walking under a blanket of brilliant stars, far from the blinding lights of modern society, I raised my hands toward the constellation behind Orion. I sent a wave of love through time and space to my unborn son, Keanu, whom I had tragically lost years before.
Suddenly, an ancient American Indian belief flashed into my mind: 'When we pass into the hereafter, we are given the opportunity to purify ourselves and make our wrongs right.'
A quiet, powerful question echoed in my heart: Why wait until after this life?
Driven by pure intuition, I dropped to my knees in the small grass field beside my cabin. In absolute, raw intent, I prayed to the universe: 'Let me be of service. Make me a pure channel of blessings. Wash away my ego, purify my spirit, and let me make my wrongs right from this side of the veil.'
I waited in the dark, hoping for a dramatic sign—a falling star, a shift in the wind. But nothing happened. The jungle remained deafeningly silent. Heavily disappointed, believing my meditations and prayers were nothing more than wishful thinking, I went to bed.
Three hours later, I woke up in hell.
The Dark Purge of the Soul
Every conceivable sickness rushed through my physical body at once. A raging high fever, violent stomach cramps, a hacking cough, joint pains, and a blinding migraine slammed into my system. Simultaneously, the dark animal of my subconscious broke loose. Visions of every mistake I had ever made, every word of anger I had spoken, and every person I had ever wronged rose to the surface. I was flooded with an agonizing wave of shame, guilt, and remorse.
My body was being tortured, and my mind was on maximum overdrive. But I refused to take medicine to numb the pain. I knew intuitively that this was the answer to my prayer. My system was physically and emotionally purging decades of survival static, fear, and ignorance.
For eleven days, I wept endless tears. In my deepest sorrow and wallowing in self-pity, I sent Indyra away to stay with her friend's family, ashamed to let her see her mother in this broken state. Driven by a relentless inner voice, I picked up my gardening shovel and went to a steep slope underneath my cabin. There was a massive rock buried two-thirds deep into the concrete-hard earth. I knew I had to dig it out to create an altar to meditate at sunrise and sunset.
I dug with a fierce, mad strength I had won years ago during my elite Belgian judo training—a sport where you are taught to push past the absolute limit of physical agony. As I slammed the shovel into the resistant dirt, I cried so hard I must have looked insane to the trees. Between rounds of digging, I sat down and wrote raw, sincere letters of apology to the people from my past whom I had wronged in my time of ignorance, mailing them away to make things right from my end.
The First Glimpse of Compassion
On the eleventh day, the sickness and the migraine reached an unbearable peak, but the rock was finally fully visible. It was a magnificent stone: one meter long, flat on the bottom, with a perfect natural dent on the top that fit my legs beautifully for a lotus meditation posture.
Through the haze of my tears, I heard the familiar sound of a truck pulling into my driveway. It was my friend Jahi, the son of the local banana plantation owner. Completely unable to face another human being in my broken state, I hid under the overhang of the house, frantically leveling the dirt around my rock, my face soaked in tears.
'San, how can I help?' his voice cut through the silence.
Without looking up, I shouted at him to go away. Jahi had known me for five months and had only ever seen me as a strong, unbreakable woman. He calmly replied, 'You see, I can't do that. I will be here for you, whether you like it or not. So, what can I do?'
I looked up sheepishly and explained through my tears that I needed to move this massive stone into the open field to meditate. Jahi didn't mention my weeping. He quietly walked into my cabin, hung up his pristine, high-quality Nike sports shirt—the proud uniform local plantation workers changed into after a long, sticky day of work—and walked back down into the dirt.
He looked at me with a profound, serious intensity. 'I am ready,' he said.
And in that muddy clearing, the heavy weights of my past were about to lift, as pure compassion stepped into the frame..."

Part 2: Growing Wings — The Miracle of the Moved Stone and the Divine Loophole
"There we stood in the muddy clearing, an unlikely team facing a one-meter-high, concrete-heavy boulder. We pressed our weights against it and pushed with everything we had. The stone didn’t budge. We tried a second time, pouring our raw muscle into the mass. Still, nothing. On our third attempt, Jahi’s hands suddenly slipped on the wet earth, and he fell forward, landing with his chin straight on the hard rock.
He looked up at me, completely sheepish. In an instant, the heavy, suffocating silence broke.
We both burst into an unstoppable, roaring laughter. Tears of pure joy mixed with the residual grief of my eleven-day purge rolled down my cheeks. It was a complete, cell-shaking liberation. We laughed and laughed until our lungs burned. And right there, in the middle of the field, something massive shifted inside my physical body.
Suddenly, my breath freed itself. The crushing weight on my chest vanished. Out of nowhere, every single physical ailment that had tortured me for nearly two weeks—the raging fever, the violent cramps, the throat pain, the migraine—evaporated into thin air. I mean it literally: the sickness was entirely gone. My energy system had completely flushed out the old, defensive patterns.
Feeling a sudden wave of empowerment, I looked at Jahi. This time, when I asked him to try again, my voice wasn't demanding or desperate; it was gentle, rooted in a soft, unshakable inner strength.
He counted: 'One, two, three... push!'
You would not believe it, but the impossible stone moved a few centimeters. Our eyes widened with excitement. We pushed again, and again, and again. It was brutally heavy work, but operating in perfect, harmonic union, we moved the rock twenty centimeters with every surge. After twenty pushes, the altar was in place. Jahi dropped his exhausted body onto the flat top, staring open-mouthed at what we had done. Shaking his head in disbelief, he whispered, 'Sandra, do you realize we just made the impossible possible?'
The Voice in the Stillness
I didn't see it then, but the universe had orchestrated a flawless web of synchronicity. My sincere prayer for purification had been answered through a brutal physical reset, Jahi had arrived at the exact hour I needed a grounding force, and the earth had surrendered its stone. From its new resting place, my meditation rock sat perfectly aligned with the cosmos: the sunrise on my left, the sunset on my right.
Jahi gently cupped my face in his hands, sensing the deep space I was floating in. 'I am not going to ask what all this was about,' he murmured with profound respect, 'but I can see it has been important to you.'
Indyra came home that afternoon, bursting with the innocent adventures of her preschool sleepover. Listening to her sweet voice, I felt my feet touch the earth again. I was a mother, anchored back in reality. But my internal wiring had changed forever. The next day I received a miracle of love.
The Very Essence of Compassion
The day was already hot when I started my walk at 11:00 AM, heading toward a small village two hours away. I usually take a different path, but an intuitive urge guided me along this specific route, prompting me to pack my massage oil. Years ago, I worked as a sports masseuse. However, after breaking my collarbone three times, I had retired from the practice completely and never expected to pick it up again. Yet, as I approached a small lumber house, a warm pressure filled my heart, giving me the sudden confidence to step up to the door. I looked inside and saw an elderly gentleman lying in a bed. I walked into the kitchen and told the young woman there that I had come to offer him a massage. Amazingly, she asked no questions and simply let me pass.
Stepping into the room, I approached the bed. Within minutes, my hands were touching legs that felt as cold and stiff as weathered leather. Briefly, a wave of doubt hit me, and I wondered what on earth I was doing there. I resisted the impulse to leave and kept working, eventually looking up to meet his gaze. In that exact moment, I understood my purpose.
Tears were pooling in the old man's eyes. From the doorway, his daughter watched in disbelief, whispering that she had never seen her father cry in his entire life. My movements deepened. I stopped massaging from memory and began touching him straight from my heart. A wave of goosebumps washed over my entire body, paired with a profound sense of honor that this stranger trusted me so completely. He allowed me closer than anyone ever had before.
My heart felt ready to burst with gratitude as my hands slid up to his neck. I gently lifted his shoulders, witnessing a pure, unfiltered exchange of love passing between us. His entire being radiated a humble, quiet thankfulness. I will never forget the absolute peace on his face when I finally closed the door. Walking the two hours back home, a refreshed smile settled onto my face. I had just experienced true compassion in its purest, most essential form.
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That very night, a distinct, clear voice echoed inside the quiet chambers of my mind. It was my very first experience with channeling—receiving high-consciousness wisdom projected directly onto the conscious mind, an entryway I had opened twelve days prior when I fell to my knees in the grass.
The voice began delivering precise, profound knowledge on how to heal the human body. I was taught how to connect with seven specific energetic vortexes (the chakras) within my physical form, which in turn locked into seven universal light crystals. My daughter, who had been meditating since she was three years old, possessed an active inner sight. She looked at me and verified the downloads: 'Mommy, each tree, plant, flower, and animal has those exact colors around them. People have them too, but mostly I see a radiant white when someone is truly happy and at peace.' White, I realized, is the flawless unity of all colors combined.
Discovering the Loophole
By applying these channeled cosmic codes to my own body, I completely rewired my health. I learned that when I focused on my breath, it acted like a combination lock, clicking perfectly into place to open the valve of abundant vitality, peace, and inner power. I completely freed myself from old, chronic cycles of migraines and ulcers.
It was in the St. Lucia rainforest that I stopped calling an illness 'my' disease. The moment you claim an imbalance as 'mine,' your subconscious reproduces it to serve you in the future. Imbalances are simply visitors passing through; they do not define you.
While some of my old, self-inflicted physical injuries from a stressful past had grown deep roots and could not be fully removed, I learned to carry them with absolute dignity. I realized that despite our abusive pasts, our traumas, or our mistakes, there is a divine loophole that permits us to live a magnificent, high-quality life filled with health, vitality, and abundance.
During those quiet jungle nights, one of the very first divine messages came through the channel, and it would take me years to fully comprehend its staggering power:
'Everything that is circle-wise has a center. 3:14. Every essential center is connected to its abundant potential.'
If you have already figured out this powerful, mathematical law of consciousness in your own life, I congratulate you. If it still puzzles you, even better. Keep observing your daily life with a soft, open heart. The loophole will reveal itself to you. It always does. 🕊️"

H Y P E R I C U M PERFORATUM: anti-depressive and mood uplifter.
100% natural Hypericum (St John’s Wort).

Personal note from the author: as a single mom, this strong herbal tea used to be my life saver in extremely challenging situations 10 and 20 years ago. These days I take one or two cups of St John’s Wort when I don’t smile enough or find myself creating unnecessary dramas. This herbal plant has never let me down🍀🧘‍♂️🍀 Sandra

Consider taking St John’s Wort when you’re experiencing one or several of these symptoms:

• Feeling lonely
• Are going through a painful trauma
• Feeling irritable‚ easily frustrated and anxious
• Feeling victim of a circumstance and helpless
• When you can’t feel any satisfaction  for your achievements
• Say “no” when you know your heart longs for a “yes”
• When you’re surprised that you’re smiling
• Catch yourself craving sugar or unhealthy snacks in large quantities
• Are overthinking  during the night instead of sleeping peacefully
• Experiencing nerve, muscle or joint pain
• Or would like to prevent the COVID-19 virus to influence you*

Our hypericum is 100% natural, grown in a mountain area with pure ocean air, when you drink it, it will be very bitter, which means it is very effective. Right after drinking it..breathe deep and tell yourself that you are starting to feel calm and are well. This natural herbal plant is intelligent, it will do its task if you believe in yourself (not counterattack with negative opinionated thoughts).

How to prepare natural St John’s Wort tea: 
​Example for two servings (one in the morning, one around 5pm)
Put an amount you can pinch with two fingertips and thumb in a pot. Boil the amount of 2 cups of water during 10 minutes on a slow fire. Keep it covered at all time. Switch the stove off and let it rest 3 more minutes. Drink half of this without sugar. Place the remaining tea in the fridge and drink it later that day cold.
I myself, have never tried tea bags or capsules of this herb before,..I have always taken the natural handpicked and dried plant directly. 100% effective and guaranteed.

How do you know it is working? You will start having more saliva in your mouth, which means you’re in a good mood. The pineal gland, vagus nerve and parasympathetic nervous system are activated, leading to a better digestion and overall wellness. Then the needed healing can happen.

​How long and how much?
Procedure 1 when you’d like to be in a better mood, a better and more patient parent, more motivated to get up, sleep better, be calmer, need to study or work longer hours:

1. Start a 21 day session, 1 cup per day. (Quantity: Pinch the herb with one fingertip and thumb)
2.  ​If you would like to continue, take one week intervals. So you don’t create the feeling you can’t be happy without it.

Procedure 1 when you’re experiencing a severe emotional trauma (like a break-up or the death of a loved one) or have persisting nerve, muscle or joint pain:

1. Start a 90 days session, 2 cups per day, non-stop. (Quantity: Pinch the herb with two fingertips and thumb)
2. Then 21 days, with 1 week interval. Repeating as often as you need it .
3. How to stop: drink only one cup per day, instead of two during the last 21 days, then stop. The shift is made in the synapses that connect your emotional reactions. If after that life gets challenging “on the roller coaster of life”, just make yourself a few hypericum tea when you need it the most and it will give an instant result.

General info on St John’s wort 

• St John's wort is a herbal remedy that has been used for hundreds of years to treat mental health problems. 
• St John's Wort works with the immune system. In this system, the substance IL-6 is responsible for the communication between cells, and leads to an increase in adrenal regulatory hormones, a culprit of depression. St. John's Wort may reduce the levels of this hormone to decrease mild to moderate depressions (Muller, 2003).
• John's wort may be used for nerve pain (neuralgia), anxiety, and tension. It may also aid in weakness, stress, irritability, and sleeping issues (insomnia). 
• It's also claimed to ease the pain due to sciatica, rheumatoid arthritis, and menstruation. 
• And most importantly*: Hypericum is A FRIEND DURING COVID-19. Besides anti-depressive properties, Hypericum exerts potent anti-inflammatory and anti-tumoral effects (Medina et al., 2006). Four different studies provide, for the first time, clear evidence that the extract of Hypericum perforatum possess anti-IBV activities. Actually, from the experimental studies on natural compounds able to protect pancreatic β‐cells against cytokine‐induced damage and death (Menegazzi 2008), they became aware that Hypericum perforatum (St. John's Wort, SJW) extract, as well as its main polyphenol component hyperforin (HPF), can potently counteract the pro‐inflammatory effects of various cytokines. More info about Hypericum and COVID-19: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7300500/  https://doi.org/10.3389/fphar.2019.01272

How long is the effect of one cup of tea: The active ingredients in St. John's Wort are hypericin and pseudohypericin with a plasma half-life of 24 hours.
Don’t mix with anti-depressive over-the-counter medication. If your symptoms are more inclined towards heavier diagnosed depression, bipolar or any other heavy mental disease, kindly contact your doctor.

Similar herbs: St Johns Wort and NEEM, originated from India are having similar effects. Both are very bitter and effective in the same fields. The NEEM tea is called the “local farmacia” in India. If you live in the Orient or Caribbean tropical regions, you have access to Neem. If you live in Europe it is easier to get the Hypericum. Nature provides what you need.

This information is not intended to substitute for the medical expertise and advice of your health care provider(s). I encourage you to discuss any decisions about treatment or care with your health care provider.

In these times of need: 7€, 21 day remedy. We offer you 100% natural Hypericum (St John’s Wort).

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