Dear Beloved Souls,
I am a woman of the stars who came to Earth remembering just enough to ache for more.
For decades, I searched — not just for peace, but for the original thread that connected all things. My earliest prayers were silent transmissions sent past the stars, asking the cosmos to remember me. What I didn’t know then is that I was not lost — I was simply beginning the long return to my own sacred architecture.
I now walk as a spiritual witness, a frequency mentor, and a translator of unseen energies — helping others remember the language of their own becoming. My work is not therapy. It is not performance. It is the quiet art of listening across dimensions — to the body, the thread, the sound beneath sound.
I am the author of several books that weave memory, frequency, polarity, and mythic presence. Each scroll, poem, or teaching is a doorway — not into my story, but into yours. The one you haven’t told yet, but have always felt humming beneath your skin.
I believe that true transformation is not about fixing what is broken — it is about remembering what is whole. We are not here to become someone new. We are here to retrieve the sacred designs we once carried in our bones.
And so I welcome you — not to a website, but to a field. A place where spiritual shadowing becomes sacred witnessing. Where the forgotten frequencies rise. Where we meet, not as seekers, but as the remembered.
With reverence for the path you walk,
Tammy
✧ A Poem for the Ones Who Are Becoming
She Who Carried the Flame Before It Had a Name
I was not born to be understood.
I was born to be felt in the places your logic forgot.
I remember the ache of stars
and the sound the earth made before language claimed her.
If you have come searching, come barefoot. Come burning.
The thread is alive.
And it has already begun to pull you home.