I thought I was going to be a pastor. A Seventh-Day Adventist Pastor.

From a young age, I knew I was meant to be a healer—a spiritual teacher, a guide, a leader. But the path I was handed came with conditions: be good. Be quiet. Be small. Don’t ask too many questions. Don’t show too much. And definitely don’t stray too far from the version of God we told you to believe in.

So I shaped myself to fit. I learned to perform the part, to earn love through self-abandonment. I confused obedience with holiness. And I thought that was the price of being chosen.

But looking back, I see it now for what it was—sacred rebellion. Even as I said yes to the roles, something in me was already breaking the rules. Refusing to give up on joy. Refusing to silence my queerness, my intuition, my fire. Refusing to believe that God would ask me to betray myself in order to serve.

That refusal became my freedom.

My path has wound through trauma, grief, devotion, therapy, shadow work, and wonder. I’ve met my edges and found God there—not in the polished, airbrushed version I was raised with, but in the wild, radiant truth that the Divine lives in all things. Especially you.

Now, as the Sovereign Alchemist, I offer what I’ve learned on the way: how to come home to yourself. How to stop performing and start remembering. How to hold your shadows with love and let your truth burn brighter than your fear.

This isn’t about fixing you. This is about remembering who you already are—and reclaiming what you were never meant to give away.

If that sounds like your kind of rebellion, come in. The fire’s warm. The truth’s waiting.