Out of the Party Years — and Into the Angelic Realm

Easing out of my distraction years wasn’t immediate. I didn’t suddenly become spiritually awake overnight. Even though I’d stepped into adulthood and physical distance from the overbearing parent, the emotional patterns I carried kept my intuition tucked far, far in the background. And honestly, I wasn’t ready to hear it yet. So life did what life does…it took me on the scenic route.

My next chapter opened in Amsterdam. I accepted a job offer there in my mid-20s and moved with my eventual husband/eventual ex-husband. It was an exciting time, a new city, new work, new people, but also a continuation of something familiar: keeping myself busy enough not to feel too much. Socializing, exploring the city, traveling all across Europe… I was living, absolutely, but I wasn’t living inward. My outer world was full, but my inner world was mostly ignored.

Not intentionally, I just didn’t know any different yet.

Then my body stepped in.

Ironically, it wasn’t a spiritual crisis that pushed me onto the path, it was too much computer mouse work at my job. Very glamorous.

I developed RSI that wouldn’t go away. No ergonomic setup helped. No stretching helped. And luckily, Dutch doctors aren’t exactly known for handing out prescriptions the way Canadian ones do.

So my physiotherapist, a gentle, practical, no-nonsense Dutch man, eventually said:

“I think you need an energy healer”

I didn’t know what that really meant, but I’ve always been curious about new things. So I went.

That’s how I met Svetlana. To this day I can’t perfectly explain what her modality was — she simply worked with energy. Saw it, felt it, moved it, translated it. My physical problem began to ease, but more than that, my awareness shifted. Subtly at first. Like someone had opened a window somewhere inside me, letting in fresh air I didn’t realize I needed.

One weekend she hosted a qi gong workshop and invited me. I went. My ex came to the first one but politely opted out of the next level. (That should’ve been my first clue that our paths were diverging.)

During that weekend, we also learned how to see the faint energetic outline around another person. It was small, but it changed something in me. I completely resonated with all that she was teaching. I can’t say I had a full awakening in two days, more like the first realization that my inner senses existed at all. It was a gradual shift — a toe dipped into something my soul remembered but my brain didn’t.

But something inside me had started paying attention.

Years later, we moved to Dubai.
 I continued my energy work there, earning certifications in Hypnotherapy and Reiki - strictly for my own healing at first. My spiritual life was a fascinating hobby. But it wasn’t woven into my identity yet.

Then came my divorce.

It was amicable, but still painful in all the ways divorce is painful.


And right on cue, a very random (not random at all) email landed in my inbox:

“Angel meditation tonight”

I went with no expectations and left with a calm I hadn’t felt in years. The guilt, the confusion, the heaviness around the divorce just… lifted.


I had never even considered the angelic realm before. Yes, I grew up Catholic and went to Catholic school, but really, who actually remembers the finer details of those religion classes? I certainly don’t. My clearest memory from them is from grade 10, when our priest-turned-teacher wheeled in the giant TV/VHS combo and decided the most meaningful spiritual education we could receive was watching John Hughes movies ie: The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink..and so on. He said they gave us “insight into the world we were growing into”.

But I digress.

That angel meditation cracked open an entirely new layer of understanding. I began learning about angels, guides, ascended masters — the unseen support system we all have access to. I studied more, received more sessions, read, and experienced everything I could. My spiritual curiosity grew, but I still wasn’t fully trusting myself. I looked to external guidance, teachers, and unseen helpers, unaware that my own intuition was quietly strengthening underneath it all, waiting for me to claim it.

Meanwhile, my corporate career was thriving. I genuinely loved my work. My weekends were a mix of spiritual exploration and normal life — social events, friends, routines. Neither side dominated; they simply coexisted while I slowly changed.

Then came the next life shift: a job offer in Macao.

A new country, a new culture, and this time I was moving alone.

I packed my oracle cards, books, salt lamps, crystals, and everything else I’d gathered over the years…because deep down I knew they’d be needed.


They were coming with me because my path was about to shift again — in a way I couldn’t yet imagine.