Embracing the Shamanic Path: My Journey of Healing and Transformation

Hello fellow soul-seekers,

Welcome to my journey.

My path to healing and shamanism began unexpectedly when I left my rural Nebraska town at 18. Thrust into a bustling metropolis, I grappled with anger, loneliness, and a yearning for something unknown. Little did I know, that yearning was the call of my soul to connect with Spirit.

During my final year of high school, I faced immense darkness—ostracized and contemplating desperate measures. Yet a whisper of hope called me toward a new life. With nothing to lose, I embraced the unknown, fueled by a curious desire for something more.

Over the next seven years, I traveled and lived overseas before returning to the U.S., eventually settling in Chicago and then Los Angeles. In my search for meaning, I forged deep friendships, created art, experienced love and heartbreak, and endured relentless judgment. The darkness within me, born from my upbringing, made it difficult to fully embrace love and peace. Each day was a struggle. I battled night terrors and intrusive thoughts, attracting relationships that mirrored my internal turmoil. I deeply felt that the stable life I yearned for was beyond the reach of my mind. I didn’t understand the energy, the resistance I faced daily, so I blamed myself—as society reflected that belief back to me.

Despite the challenges and sicknesses, I clung to spiritual practices, seeking solace in yoga, past life regression therapy, tarot, and meditation. Yoga became a sanctuary, teaching me to breathe and trust in Spirit. Past life regressions opened my eyes to the vastness of the soul’s journey and introduced me to unconditional love I had never known in this lifetime. Tarot awakened my intuition and spirit connections. Meditation became a gateway to the unseen—the still point between all shifting moments of life. Slowly, these practices helped open me up to myself.

In my search for deeper spiritual understanding, I encountered teachings on manipulating spirits for personal gain: witchcraft, divination, scribing, attachments. Yet my inner voice guided me toward a different path—one rooted in pure love and respect for all beings, founded on self-love. I learned to appreciate the lessons within the darkness, recognizing that both light and shadow are essential to existence.

In 2018, teachers and spirit helpers entered my life, guiding me deeper into my journey of self-love. As I began to love myself more, the divine began answering my questions. I embraced the cyclical nature of life, transmuting pain into wisdom and finding joy in the human experience. Still, I questioned—why was I experiencing so much pain? My ability to read energy deepened, allowing me to connect with others on a profound level. Yet, my sensitivity to the spirit world also exposed me to negativity and demonic influences.

While living in Los Angeles (2017–2019), I completed certifications in health coaching and Reiki. Despite a divine visitation, I lacked the tools to navigate the unknown—malicious, consuming spiritual attachments. The teachers I had met could not help me. Evil still surrounded me, an energy that tormented me day and night. I had no control. I didn’t yet know how to care for my energy, how to remove attachments, or how to navigate these forces with my heart. Looking back, I now know I was suffering under an ancient ancestral entity attached to my lineage—an energy I would one day overcome to fully step into my purpose.

From 2019 to 2022, I endured several shamanic sicknesses that changed my life. I was still struggling—relationships, partnerships, the streets—I was barely surviving. It took full spiritual intervention to wake me up. The first serious illness began in LA and sent me back to Nebraska. I had never been that sick—bedridden for weeks. No medicine, no rest, no water could heal me. My soul and the spirits were fully in control. My mind was gone. The most severe illnesses came in the two years before I accepted my path. Praying to my ancestors was the only thing that brought clarity.

During that time, the divine stripped me of everything: financial security, physical health, sanity, willpower, even my sense of free will. All of it was surrendered to the present moment so my soul could rebuild something new. These transformations shifted how I viewed everyone—my family, strangers, spirits. That painful era taught me about the layers of entity possession, protection, and magic we can access when we believe.

Now, I know what you might be thinking: “How could spirits be so cruel? How do you know this wasn’t evil?” The answer is complicated and only fully understood by another chosen shaman. Spirits of the highest good can create what we perceive as “harm” if one is meant to serve as a mediator between worlds. I’ve always been skeptical. But I’ve come to understand: when angels speak, would you even listen? Imagine your heart being ripped open without knowing why. That pain made me believe in the spirit world.

At the end of 2022, I was overcome with sickness and ready to leave this Earth again. I had not yet accepted my calling. I was reeling from a soul-shattering breakup. I felt deeply unlovable. I needed answers.

Laid up in bed again for three weeks, I began asking for help—calling on ancestors, gods, divine angels. I kept seeing visions of Chicago. I told a friend I was coming. While visiting her, she shared an experience from the year prior—being almost possessed while pregnant. Immediately, I bilocated into her apartment. I saw the spirit. I saw the downloads of its history. It all clicked. A book I’d once read, Shaman, Healer, Sage by Alberto Villoldo, returned to me in that moment. Love, intention, sound, and trust in the ancestors anchored the session. This was my opening to unconditional love. Every challenge had led me to that moment. Everything made sense.

From there, more ceremonies came. I was guided. The next involved an extraction and rebirth. On January 21st, 2023, every bird in the forest sang for us. Their applause—an echo of spirit—confirmed it all. I wept. My vessel grew stronger. I became more filled with love.

The third ceremony was the cleansing of a building overtaken by an ancient entity introduced through witchcraft. It had harmed all who entered. This one felt like my initiation. I experienced relentless spiritual attacks beforehand. Jesus Christ himself woke me from sleep to banish spirits. I was stretched to my edge. The session revealed toy possessions, trickery, grief. I channeled divine light through sound, singing for over an hour as we tunneled through each soul. My body became the bridge. We transmuted darkness through love and forgiveness. A cloud formed over the daycare as we worked—changing the shapes of toys inside, observed by the staff. We learned later that this cloud granted access to that massive removal. My soul knew. My guardians planned it all.

That night, I was visited again. My cat woke me. Hooded figures hovered, pouring painful heaviness into my hand—the one I had used in ceremony. I couldn’t move. The next day, my hand wouldn’t function. I spent the week grounding and praying. In meditation, I journeyed to the Tree of Life. An eagle wrapped my hand in white cloth. I was healed. Then came a man made of starlight and ash. His face shifted with all faces. I asked who he was. He said, “I am you.” He merged with me. And I became whole.

By summer 2023, six months into this path, I finally knew: I was a chosen shaman. The sickness, the soul retrievals, the ceremonies—they were my training. As I write this on July 26, 2025, I’ve facilitated over 500 ceremonies and worked with more than 700 people—specializing in soul retrievals, energy removals, and guided meditations to align the mind, body, and soul. Life is ceremony. Prayer is presence. And every breath continues to build.

This path has shown me how to feel again. And prompts the question: how can we describe a world of feelings and senses if we don’t believe in Spirit? If we knew the full influence the spiritual world has on our minds and bodies, we wouldn’t be numb to the genocide on our screens. We wouldn’t poison the Earth. If we are blind to that suffering, what does it say about the state of the quantum field—and the united soul—right now?

Everything we create and think affects all dimensions. The spiritual is the physical. And vice versa.

We are in a Great Awakening—where truth pierces illusion. Evil speaks through trauma, technology, judgment, fear, and war. The matrix reveals itself. The pressure is real. But it is also the path home.

As we follow our soul, we are lovingly guided back. For that, we thank the ascended masters, highest vibrational beings, divine shamanic ancestors, and every soul who has sat in ceremony and shared their divine teachings.

Today, my work includes planetary and ancestral timeline cleansing, sacred union ceremonies, and entity extractions—especially for those recovering from trauma, substance use, and spiritual disconnection. When one tunes to the frequency of death, darkness can cling. Healing from this requires love, guidance, and often, divine intervention.

So here’s what you need to know: Evil exists. But where darkness is present, so is God. Love expands the vibration of the soul that protects you against evil. And in every moment—LOVE ALWAYS TRIUMPHS.

The more you love your soul, the more support you’ll have—just by believing. Your breath is the ignition, the fire that transforms energy. Every breath offers the opportunity to be present and to choose love.

This life is made of precious memories, vibrations where duality and unity coexist. Pain and light. Death and rebirth. And your body, mind, and heart are the vessel for that experience.

All rises to the surface to be healed. And in healing each other through breath, forgiveness, and love... we become timeless. We transcend illusion and return to truth.

Thank you for joining me on this glimpse into my journey. Until next time,

Divine love.

With gratitude,

Jaida