The Path I Was Never Taught, Yet Always Meant to Walk.

How an experiential awakening led me into deep spirituality, Sikh wisdom, and the healing work I do today.

The Unwritten Spiritual Childhood

Growing up, I didn’t have the kind of religious structure many people around me had. My family expected us to go to the Gurdwara (temple) because “that’s what we do,” but there wasn’t much explanation of the deeper meaning behind it. I remember being young and feeling something in the vibration — the shabads (hymns), the sangat (the collective energy of the community), the atmosphere — but not fully understanding what I was sensing.

I wasn’t taught the significance of every ritual or verse, and yet there was always a quiet recognition inside me, a familiarity with the energy even if the language hadn’t formed yet. I didn’t feel like something was missing in me. I simply didn’t know then that my spiritual foundation was being built through resonance rather than instruction.

What I once assumed was just a lack of formal teaching was actually leaving the inner space open for a different kind of spiritual life to emerge later — one that would not be inherited, but awakened.

Awakening Before Definition — And the Catalysts That Trigger It

People often imagine awakening as a peaceful rising — and sometimes that’s exactly how it unfolds. For some souls, awakening comes gently through meditation, devotion, stillness, or an inner remembering that grows slowly over time.

But for many others — especially highly intuitive or energetically sensitive souls — awakening begins with a catalyst.

Not necessarily trauma. Not necessarily pain. Just a moment powerful enough to disrupt the old version of you.

It can be:

• heartbreak

• a life shift

• a sudden intuitive opening

• emotional overload

• a sense that your life is misaligned

• or a moment of deep inner rupture that shakes something awake

These experiences don’t awaken everyone —they awaken the ones whose souls are coded to rise through intensity.

For me, the catalysts were emotional blows — not because awakening requires suffering, but because that was the pathway that cracked open the layers I was meant to grow beyond.

Those moments weren’t random or cruel. They were signals. Turning points. The exact events that opened the doorway for something deeper to move through me.

When they came, I didn’t realize they were being orchestrated by a higher intelligence within my consciousness, saying:

“Wake up. Something bigger is waiting.”

This wasn’t punishment. It was transition. It was my soul redirecting itself.

And because I wasn’t raised within a very strict religious structure, I didn’t resist the inner changes when they began. I didn’t force them into a predetermined meaning. I simply allowed them to move — and that openness became the doorway through which awakening entered.

My awakening didn’t happen after I understood it.

It happened before I had language for it.

When My Life Started Responding Back

As my inner world began shifting, I didn’t know the vocabulary of spirituality — I didn’t understand intuition, inner guidance, or energetic sensitivity. But something inside me began responding to every question I asked, especially the ones I poured into my journal.

The transformation didn’t begin through reading scripture;

it began through writing my own.

In my journal, I asked:

“What is happening to me?”“I feel lost — show me something.”“Where do I go from here?”

These weren’t structured prayers. They were emotional confessions.

And the responses came back in unexpected ways:

through dreams, synchronicities, inner knowing, random messages said by strangers, and subtle whispers inside my emotional body.

I wasn’t reading spiritual guidance —I was receiving it.

My journal became the scripture I didn’t know I was writing. I wasn’t memorizing prayers. I was living them.

Respecting My Sikh Religion in a Way That Feels Authentic to

My Soul

My respect for Sikhism runs deep, but my connection to it has always been intuitive rather than traditional. I wasn’t raised memorizing every paat (scripture recitation) or understanding every ritual, yet the essence of Sikh wisdom speaks to me in a way that feels embodied — like a resonance my inner knowing recognizes immediately.

I don’t connect to Sikhism through structure. I connect to it through feeling.

The meditations, the Jaaps, the shabads — they feel like holistic medicine. I don’t need to break them down intellectually to understand their effect. My emotional and spiritual system recognizes the vibration long before my mind interprets it.

What resonates, I take with reverence.What aligns with my inner knowing becomes part of me. What arrives through intuition, meditation, or subtle guidance, I honour wholeheartedly.

My relationship with Sikhism isn’t shaped by formality —it’s shaped by inner recognition.

The teachings reach me through vibration, presence, and inner truth.

Truth Doesn’t Belong to One Path — I Follow What My Soul Recognizes

I also came to understand that the Divine doesn’t speak only one spiritual language. Sikhism is my root, but certain teachings from other traditions — Hinduism, Buddhism, and other ancient lineages — carry a resonance that feels instantly familiar.

I don’t adopt different religions. I simply recognize truth where truth speaks.

Some teachings land in my body before I understand them. Some feel like remembering rather than learning. Some arrive during meditation or healing work and integrate naturally.

This doesn’t take me away from my Sikh identity. It deepens it.

It allows me to see the universal essence the Gurus embodied —an essence that lives across spiritual traditions.

Different paths may use different words, but the consciousness behind them is the same.

Understanding Spiritual Depth in My Adult Life

In recent years, with more awareness and inner clarity, I began noticing the difference between people whose spirituality is shaped through lived inner experience and those whose spirituality is shaped through tradition.

Not in a judgmental way —in an observational way.

Some people follow beautiful traditions with devotion. Their connection is sincere

and real.

My connection simply formed differently —it unfolded from within, through my own inner openings.

Their doorway was tradition. Mine was inner awakening.

Both are sacred. Both lead home.

The Intelligence Behind My Unusual Path

The more I reflect, the more I understand that every soul enters spirituality differently. Some deepen through discipline. Some through devotion. Some through memorization. Some through ritual. Some through community or service.

And some — like me — open through inner experiences that arrive unexpectedly and shift the direction of life.

If I had grown up within a very structured religious framework, my path might have taken a different shape. Because my path didn’t come with a strict framework, I was able to meet my awakening without trying to fit it into anything familiar.

I didn’t follow a traditional route —I followed an inner one.

Not by accident, but by design.

Becoming a Healer Expanded My Spiritual Team

When I stepped into the role of a healer — when I began working with energy, intention, and the unseen world — something profound began to unfold. I always called in my spirit team before every session, but in the beginning, I didn’t fully know who was part

of that team. I simply trusted that the right beings, guides, and protectors would

step forward.

And they did.

As I shifted deeper into my purpose, the presence around me grew clearer. Subtle energies became familiar. Guidance began to land with precision. Certain beings started revealing themselves through the way they directed my hands, heightened my intuition, or gave insight far beyond anything the logical mind could produce.

I felt presences supporting my work — wise, ancient, compassionate, powerful. They guided me toward the exact places in a client’s energy field that needed attention. They showed me what words to say, what to move, what to release.

Over time, my spiritual team grew more layered and multidimensional — each presence carrying a different frequency, strength, or medicine. I wasn’t working alone. I was working in a field of support I could feel but not always name.

And then something unexpected and sacred happened:

the Gurus became part of that team.

Not replacing anyone. Not overshadowing anyone. Simply joining the constellation of Divine support I already work with.

Their presence blended naturally —not as external visitors, but as integrated guides supporting the work I do.

The Divine sends who your mission requires.

When My Faith Shakes, the Universe Sends People as Activators

Even with all the spiritual support around me, I am still human — and there are moments where my faith trembles. Moments where doubt rises. Moments where life feels heavier than usual.

But every time my inner world begins to waver —without fail — the Universe sends someone.

Not always someone permanent. Often someone temporary. But always someone purposeful.

These people appear at exact moments when something inside me needs lifting, expanding, or reminding. They walk into my life like messengers, carrying wisdom or energy meant for that chapter.

Some stay briefly because their role isn’t companionship —it’s activation.

They appear at my lowest points, guide me into a higher version of myself, and leave as quietly as they came — but with a lasting imprint.

Some people arrive not to walk with you, but to walk you into the next version of you.

They aren’t mistakes. They are catalysts. And once their role is complete, they fade — leaving me clearer, stronger, and more aligned.

When I Was Ready, the Gurus Found Me

One of the most mysterious and beautiful parts of my journey is realizing that although I grew up praying to the Gurus and holding reverence for them, I didn’t yet understand the depth of their presence. I wasn’t consciously seeking them through meditation, study, or spiritual intention — yet their presence began to make itself known in

ways I couldn’t ignore.

The first encounters happened during healings I was offering to others. Their presence entered the space with unmistakable clarity — guiding my intuition, my hands, and the flow of the session in ways that felt precise and deeply intentional.

Later, as I grew into higher levels of awareness, certain Gurus revealed themselves through sacred human connections— people whose timing and presence felt divinely orchestrated. These encounters were initiations disguised as ordinary moments, awakening something powerful inside me and expanding the way I understood the unseen.

Some human connections act as catalysts. They reflect what your soul is ready to see. They open doors you couldn’t open alone. They bring through guidance in the form you’re able to receive at that stage of your journey.

And sometimes, those connections re-enter your life in a steady, grounded way — simply as people who were meant to remain woven into your story in a meaningful and authentic way.

These moments deepened my work and expanded my connection to the Divine, revealing that the Gurus were not external guides visiting temporarily —they had become part of my expanded spiritual team.

They work alongside the other beings I call in —the masters, guides, protectors, ancestors, and higher intelligences that support my healing sessions.

Their presence doesn’t “return”; it simply steps forward when needed, integrated into the field of support I work with every day.

They are woven into the architecture of my purpose —not by effort, but by grace

and timing.

Connecting to the Unseen Completely Transformed My Identity

Learning to communicate with the unseen restructured my inner world. It taught me to trust what I feel. It taught me to listen with my emotional body. It gave me clarity no textbook could provide.

This wasn’t theoretical —it was lived.

As I opened to the unseen, the way I understood myself began to change. I started recognizing my sensitivities as strengths, my intuition as guidance, and my inner experiences as forms of communication rather than confusion. The more I embraced this connection, the more I stepped into a version of myself that felt whole — not defined by past roles, but by soul alignment.

It shifted how I viewed healing, how I viewed purpose, and how I understood my place in the world. This connection didn’t pull me away from reality —it helped me meet reality with deeper clarity, compassion, and stability.

The Awakening Became the Blueprint for My Work

Over time, I understood that my awakening wasn’t just personal — it was training.

If you told me fifteen years ago that I would become a holistic therapist and healer, I would have laughed. Not out of disrespect — but because nothing in my life pointed in this direction. I didn’t see myself as someone who would guide others, hold space, or work this deeply with the unseen.

I was simply trying to survive my own inner world.

I walked through darkness I didn’t think I would ever come out of. I faced versions of myself I didn’t recognize. I met parts of me that were afraid, lost, angry, numb, hopeful, devastated, and searching — sometimes all at once.

And yet, every time I thought I had reached the limit of who I could be, another version of me would rise. Another layer would fall away. Another truth would reveal itself.

Those years weren’t detours —they were initiations.

The more I healed, the more I realized I wasn’t just being rebuilt —I was being prepared.

Today, I am a holistic therapist, healer, and guide who works with people facing:

mental health struggles, trauma, addictions, identity ruptures, spiritual awakenings.

I can hold people deeply because I was reshaped deeply. I can guide awakenings because I survived my own. I can sense the unseen because it shaped me. I can sit with people in their darkest places because I’ve walked through my own.

My work isn’t intellectual. It’s embodied, intuitive, and experiential — carved from years of breaking, rebuilding, and rising in ways I never expected.

This Path Was Never Accidental — It Was a Calling Rooted in Consciousness

Looking back, everything aligns:

The unstructured childhood. The catalysts that cracked me open. The journal dialogues. The intuitive unfoldings. The deep respect for Sikh wisdom. The resonance with teachings across traditions. The Gurus entering when I was ready. The expansion of my spiritual team. The people sent as activators. The work I do today.

None of it was random. None of it was a detour. None of it was missing.

I wasn’t meant to follow a traditional blueprint. I was meant to walk a path my soul recognized first —and my mind understood later.

I didn’t discover the Divine. I remembered it.

And that remembering wasn’t intellectual —it was existential.

It was the kind of remembering that shifts your inner world, that dissolves old identities, that rearranges how you perceive yourself, how you perceive reality, and how you understand your place in it.

It wasn’t something I read. It was something I experienced.

And through that recognition, my purpose was not taught —it revealed itself.