Where it all began...

becoming a mother is undeniably the most profound and TRANSFORMATIVE EXPERIENCE I have ever ENCOUNTERED in this lifetime. these boys, my PRECIOUS gifts have arrived not only to teach me INVALUABLE lessons but also to

Anoint me as their Guide-ess.

My journey began in 2009 with the birth of my eldest son, Luke, a turning point during my struggle with drug addiction and crippling fear. His arrival was a catalyst, drawing me back to my own sacred existence. As I stood at a crossroads between life and death, the profound decision to nurture and birth him marked the beginning of my personal rebirth.

This journey intensified with the unexpected natural pregnancy of quadruplets two years later—bringing a whirlwind of emotions and a relentless commitment to their safe delivery. Despite immense risks and continual advice from specialists to reconsider my pregnancy, a higher force (or inner voice) seemed to assure me that I must continue, as all would be well.

Listening to this guidance felt both empowering and terrifying, as I had never before sensed such a profound presence. Now, amidst labor at only 23 weeks, I faced the enormity of my decision. Medical interventions to stop my labor were successful and marked the beginning of a difficult time in hospital—a waiting game filled with milestones and deep inner reflection.

Weeks felt like months, and in those final days, prayer and trust became my solace. The sensation of eight tiny feet kicking was both exhausting and comforting, reminding me of the four souls that chose me as their mother.

Despite the challenges, Reuben, Zachary, Joshua, and Samuel were born on February 29th at 29 weeks. Witnessing their first breaths, I was overwhelmed by the miracle of birth and the resilience of the human body.

Reflecting on this profound experience, I am reminded of the deep, intrinsic power within us all—a sacred seed, whether in the form of new life or a creative endeavour, that awakens us to our higher selves.

My Journey of Remembrance...

It began not from a vision or calling—but out of necessity.

At the time, the quads were just four years old. My body was broken open from the sheer weight of birth and motherhood. I was unwell, confused, and unravelled in ways I couldn’t yet name. The illness that gripped me was not just physical—it lived in the unseen, rooted in years of disconnection, exhaustion, and inherited patterns that I hadn’t yet met with love.

I was faced with a choice: to accept the diagnosis, the medications, the narrative I was being given—or to find another way.

Until that moment, I had lived within a very specific script. I didn’t know there was another way to approach health. I didn’t yet understand that healing could happen by addressing the root rather than the symptom. That I held the power to create, to manifest, to choose my reality. Beneath the masks I had worn for years, beneath the pain and confusion, lived an ancient feminine knowing—intuitive, cyclical, and profoundly wise.

But I was merely surviving. Disconnected. Hurting in ways that made even basic daily living feel heavy.

Then came the diagnosis that changed everything. It was January 2016, and after years of managing psoriasis and arthritis with pharmaceuticals, I was told that abnormal cells in my cervix had progressed. It was my third brush with this diagnosis. The recommended solution was now a full hysterectomy

But just as I had during my pregnancy, I heard that voice again. Clear. Strong. Loving.

“There is another way. Remember.”

And so I did.

I chose to walk a different path. I declined medical intervention and devoted myself—body, heart, and soul—to holistic healing. I vowed to love myself in a way I never had. To respect my body as sacred. To remember why I came here.

In that moment of surrender, the floodgates opened. I entered a fast-paced, multidimensional awakening that stripped away everything false and illuminated what had always been true.

I turned inward. I followed threads that had once seemed too ‘far out’ to trust—energy healing, plant medicine, lunar rhythms, womb wisdom. But the more I followed them, the more I felt connected, alive, and whole. I began to live in harmony with my cycle, with the moon, with the land beneath my feet. I learned how to love myself in a way that rewrote my entire way of being.

At the same time, my marriage began to dissolve. My partner honoured the changes he witnessed in me, but he chose a different path. Letting go of that relationship took courage, but it gave me something more valuable than certainty: it gave me my Self.

I entered a period of deep solitude. Eighteen months of celibacy. Of self-devotion. Of coming back to my rhythm and nature. I began to feel the pulse of the Earth in my body again. Every moment became a prayer. A remembering.

The All Clear...

It was during this tender period of healing and self-devotion that I discovered a woman speaking about feminine reclamation and rewilding on a podcast.

Her words lit something in me. The goddesses. The practices. The remembrance. I felt it deep in my womb—I was meant to follow this thread.

And so... I travelled across the ocean from the UK to Colorado, answering a soul call I couldn’t fully explain. I sat in circle with other brave women, each of us guided by something unseen but deeply known. It was the first time I had ever truly felt the power of women’s work in its sacred, embodied form.

It changed me.

This was more than healing. This was remembering. This was the sacred return.

Through the depth of this work—and the fierce devotion I gave to peeling back layers, clearing distortions, and loving myself whole—I received something I once believed impossible: after just six months, I was given the all-clear. The abnormal cells in my cervix were gone. Entirely.

But the deeper miracle was this:

I had met the Divine Feminine within me.

She had always been there, waiting beneath the noise, the conditioning, the pain. I had spent so long ignoring her, shaming her, overriding her wisdom. But now, I was listening. I was tuning into her cycles. Her wildness. Her voice. Her timing.

And as I listened, I realised how far I had strayed.

I had spent much of my life in my head—pushing for success, clinging to control, living from the masculine. Like so many women, I had absorbed centuries of shame around my body, my emotions, my bleeding, my sexual expression

.But this journey began to shift all of that.

It brought me face-to-face with my lineage—my mother line, my ancestral grief, the trauma encoded in my cells from lifetimes of silencing, persecution, and survival. It brought me into the grief of the witch wound, the body wound, the womb wound. And still, beneath it all, I found love.

Time and time again, I surrendered. And each time, I came back more whole, more embodied, more trusting.

Enter The Priestess...

As I continued listening to the wisdom of my body and womb, another thread began to reveal itself—one that had lived quietly in the shadows for far too long.

It was time to face my relationship with sexuality.

Not just through theory or healing practices, but through the raw truth of my lived experience. I began to sense that my womb health was intricately connected to the ways I had given my body away. The ways I had sought love, power, or safety through distorted expressions of intimacy.

Sexuality had always lived at the centre of who I was—an archetype encoded in my soul—but until my thirties, it was shaped by wounding.

Looking back, I saw the patterns more clearly: prostitution, BDSM and kink, open marriages… each experience offered its own kind of beauty, intensity, and awakening. They shaped me. In many ways, they were portals—revealing the edges of power, surrender, intimacy, and shadow. I honour these parts of my journey. But beneath the surface, what I was truly seeking wasn’t just erotic expression—it was connection. Belonging. The desire to be seen, chosen, and cherished.

A pivotal moment came on my 27th birthday, when I was carjacked and sexually assaulted. It was a breaking point—a devastating rupture that forced me to see how far I had drifted from myself, and how deeply my soul was crying out to be reclaimed.

It wasn’t an easy path to walk back from. But I did.

And Spirit, in its grace, led me straight to the doorway of Amrita Grace and the Sacred Feminine Mystery School.

She was about to open the first round of training for Spiritual Sexual Educators, and something in me knew—every cell of my being said yes.

This wasn’t just a course. It was an initiation.

Through her work, I began to understand that healing our sexual energy is not separate from healing our soul—it’s at the very core of it. I started to weave together all the pieces of my past, integrating them into something sacred and whole. The training was trauma-informed, somatic, devotional, and deeply empowering.

And as I held space for myself, I realised: I was being prepared to hold space for others.

The work became alchemical.

I saw that the distorted expressions of my sexuality weren’t failures—they were messages. Mirrors. Invitations. And through meeting them with love and truth, I could reclaim my body, my pleasure, and my power.

Today, the scars I once hid are the very places from which my light pours out.

Today, the scars I once hid are the very places from which my light pours out. My journey into the shadows of sexuality has become the wellspring of wisdom I now offer. It laid the foundation for the creation of The Dragon Rose Mystery School—a space for women to remember, reclaim, and rebirth themselves through sacred intimacy and deep feminine embodiment.

Today, I honour all expressions of sexuality that arise from choice, awareness, and soul integrity. My path has taught me that even the most unconventional experiences can be sacred when they are aligned with truth and desire.

The Initiation Continues...

For over a year, I immersed myself in the practice of Sacred Sexual Awakening and Healing, offering workshops and one-on-one sessions that invited others into their own reclamation.

The work was potent. Transformative. Sacred.

Through breath, touch, presence, and witnessing, I began to see what I had always known in my bones—that our sexual energy is a gateway to healing, awakening, and creative power. It isn’t separate from our soul. It is our soul, expressed through the body.

As I guided others through their own unlocking—of pleasure, of truth, of pain—I witnessed profound shifts. Blockages dissolved. Stories were rewritten. Women and men began to access parts of themselves they had long buried. And through it all, I was continually transformed.

Holding this space shaped me just as much as walking it. The work wasn’t theoretical anymore—it was alive. It breathed through me. It taught me how to listen deeper, to trust more fully, and to surrender to the sacred intelligence of the body.

But as 2020 dawned, everything changed

The pandemic arrived and with it, a deep collective pause. Like many, I withdrew. I cocooned with my children, homeschooling and navigating uncertainty. The silence of the world echoed the silence I felt inside. It was as though all the grief I hadn’t yet met came to the surface.

This time marked a descent. A deep night of the soul.

Financial stress, isolation, the weight of responsibility—it all became too much. And yet, within the darkness, something new began to stir.

Enter Daniel Sowelu.

I had already spent 18 months working with Daniel as a client in his pioneering modality, Primal Experiential Therapeutic Astrology. In his astrological medicine wheel, I had begun to meet the unconscious parts of myself—archetypes I had disowned, wounds I had buried, truths I was finally ready to claim.

This work went beyond the mind. It was deeply embodied, primal, and intuitive. Through stepping into my birth chart and working directly with its symbols, I began to feel my soul’s story in my cells. The healing didn’t happen through analysis—it happened through presence, sensation, movement, and the body’s natural intelligence.

As the world slowed down, Daniel invited me to join his Goddess Asteroids Masterclass—a deep dive into the feminine archetypes encoded in our charts. I said yes. And it became a lifeline.

These teachings—of Ceres, Lilith, Hygeia, Persephone, and more—woke something ancient within me. They helped me make sense of my own descent. They reminded me of the power in the underworld. They brought me back to my body, and back to the work I was here to do.

By 2021, I had committed to a year-long certification. I knew this was the missing piece. A sacred technology that could be woven into everything I had already lived and shared.

As the world began to reawaken, so did I.

I began offering monthly gatherings, private sessions, and embodied astrology circles—not just in the UK, but globally. And for the first time, it felt like all the threads of my journey were beginning to weave together.

Coming Home...

In 2022, life gifted me the presence of my beloved—a man whose heart was wide enough to hold my truth, my fire, and my five beautiful boys. Together, we dreamt a vision seeded in the depths of our souls: to live in harmony with the Earth, to raise our children in freedom, and to co-create a sacred sanctuary where others could come home to themselves too.

For over a year, we searched for this place in the UK, guided by intuition and faith. But nothing seemed to land. The doors wouldn’t open. And then, in early 2023, we followed a thread that led us back to my homeland—South Africa.

As soon as we arrived in the Tsitsikamma forest, nestled along the Garden Route, we felt it. A magnetic pull. A stillness. A knowing. The land there spoke to us in whispers and dreams. We found ourselves in Kuthumba, a wild eco-village tucked between mountains and sea, and something in us exhaled.

We said yes.

We relocated our entire family and stepped into one of the most courageous initiations of our lives.

The vision was beautiful—and so was the unraveling. Life in the forest wasn’t easy. It was raw, elemental, and unrelenting in its teachings. The land stripped away illusions and asked for our full presence. We faced challenge after challenge, releasing layer upon layer of what we thought we wanted, surrendering again and again to what the moment was asking of us.

But in that stripping back, I found clarity. Truth. Strength.

The forest became a mirror and a teacher. It held me through grief, growth, and remembrance. And though our time there eventually came to an end, it offered us the greatest gift: a deeper knowing of who we are, and what we’re here to create.

We returned to the UK in late 2024, our hearts full and our roots forever changed. We now live in Tintern, along the edges of the ancient Wye Valley, where river and woodland weave their own quiet magic. This land, too, is holding us. And from here, something new is rising.

Womb Codes™ is no longer just an idea or a vision—it’s becoming a living transmission. A Temple where women (and all beings) can gather to remember, reclaim, and reweave themselves into wholeness. A space rooted in love, truth, and the living wisdom of the body.

Coming home, I’ve realised, isn’t about a place on a map.

It’s about a place inside your own skin.

It’s the moment you stop searching.And start listening.

It’s the return to the Wild, Wise Feminine within.