I have always maintained that I am deeply grateful for life, and for the many opportunities that came my way to help me grow into a better person. And in the same breath, I also said something else: that I had no one to guide me on this path.

But today, during a simple conversation with a peer, I realised how I have been hiding the truth all these years.

The truth is, I have had so many guides and mentors—just not the kind this world talks about. They have been from the other realm, silently holding space for me, teaching me, carrying me when I couldn’t walk on my own.

And yet, I never spoke about it in open. I kept it hidden. Because I felt I would be judged. Because I thought people would look down on me if I admitted that higher powers were interacting with me.

But in these past few months, something has been urging me—loudly and clearly—to speak my truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might be for others.

It is not my job to make others feel comfortable about my light and my path. It is my job to walk my path with honesty. That’s what I always tell my clients, so why should it be different for me?

So here I am, in my naked truth.

As far back as I can remember, I have felt a presence around me. At first, it was subtle, but it became stronger and stronger as I consciously began connecting with energies. I have written about them in this blog post https://swatimishra.studio/why-i-chose-the-path-of-energy-medicine/. Slowly, these presences revealed themselves to me.

Sometimes it was Mahavatar Babaji, standing as a strong strength around me.
Sometimes it was Meher Baba, who always laughed, embraced me, and gave me so much reverence—treating me as his peer, until I could accept the idea that maybe, I could be equal to him.
Mahadev and Archangel Michael often came to me with their fierce clarity, cutting through the limited beliefs and the nonsense concepts I was holding on to. They showed me the truth.

And then there was Maa Kaali. She was the one who initiated me into this path. I can never forget that night—her trident striking my forehead, her presence revealing itself in full glory. It was terrifying, magnificent, majestic, all at once. That sight, that experience, will stay with me forever.

Later, Krishna entered my life. His presence was gentle, loving, playful. He revealed himself more fully during my Ayahuasca ceremonies, showing me that the universe exists within us. And in that moment, I realised something—I had experienced this as a child, many times. I just didn’t know what it was back then.

In one of my early shamanic journeys, my lioness—my power animal—devoured me whole. At first, it was frightening. But I knew it was symbolic. She was helping me die and be reborn again, shedding old skins at so many levels.

And then, recently, she returned.

It happened in Goa, during a San Pedro ceremony. As the medicine moved through me, I felt a familiar presence at my side.

My lioness.

She didn’t come with her usual ferocity this time. There was no roar, no devouring. She was calm. Steady. White majestic one, her golden eyes looked straight into mine with a kind of knowing that melted me. And beside her, I could feel the spirit of San Pedro—gentle, grounding, expansive like the arms of the Earth itself.

Together, they spoke to me. Not in words exactly, but in a deep vibration that my whole body could hear:

“It is time. Time to accept your truth. Time to stop hiding. You walk in both realms. You always have. And now, you must walk fully awake, fully aware.”

The words sank into me like medicine. I felt overwhelming tenderness of finally being seen, of finally being asked to step into what I already knew was mine.

It was as if my lioness and San Pedro were holding me in a sacred embrace—reminding me that this is not a burden, but a gift. That I no longer need to pretend to be only of this world, when I have always belonged to both.

That moment shifted something in me forever.

And alongside them, the archetypes of the Medicine Wheel have been showing up for me in the most unexpected and beautiful ways:

The Serpent came first, during my Hypnotherapy training—sliding into my awareness, teaching me to shed what no longer served me.
The Jaguar has always been there, sitting by my side, protecting me, reminding me of strength, courage, and boundaries.
The little Hummingbird appears every time I am creating, telling me that even in the smallest steps, there is magic, sweetness, and joy.
 And the Eagle, soaring high above my home for so many years, reminding me to rise above the smallness of life, to see the bigger picture, and to keep my connection to Spirit alive.

 

These archetypes have been my silent companions, weaving themselves into my journey, anchoring me in the medicine of transformation, protection, joy, and vision.

These archetypes have been my silent companions, weaving themselves into my journey, anchoring me in the medicine of transformation, protection, joy, and vision.

And then there was my visit to Stonehenge, which felt like nothing less than a reunion—with the ancient stones, with the memory of Earth, with wisdom older than time itself.

Even the trees came to me. In London, they showed up with beautiful, clear faces, reminding me that they have always been here for me, and that they will always remain my allies. Their message was simple: this world is so much bigger and so much more gracious than you can imagine.

I am now openly accepting
How guided I have been.
How supported I have been.
How loved I have been.

And I see how I spent years hiding this truth, carrying shame for something that was never shameful.

But not anymore.

Today I choose to be honest. To speak my truth. To honour those guides, those allies,  who have given me and the Divine Spirit more than I could ever put into words.

This is my truth.
This is my path.
And I am finally ready to walk it openly.