The Most Spiritual Path: Anchoring Divinity into Humanity

A Journey of Reuniting Divinity and Humanity Through the Body

We are divine beings—yes. But the real magic?
Is in the human experience. Emphasis on human. 
We awaken to who we are… and instantly want to outrun our flesh.

But this is a gentle reminder that we chose this. This beautiful, complex, strong, yet fragile, fleshy temple. We chose to experience this reality through this body and from this body—this home we get to call our own.

I know I sound like a broken record when I say this, but I can’t emphasize it enough:
We aren’t meant to escape our humanity. The whole point of this journey is to anchor our divinity into our humanity.

Plot twist:
We are the star people who have incarnated to help humanity evolve—to transcend these denser energies. It’s been almost four years since my abrupt spiritual awakening, and I’ll admit—the greater part of my journey was spent meditating, channeling, transcending my body.

Without sugarcoating it: I was escaping.

It wasn’t until my last birthday in December, after gifting myself an Ayahuasca retreat to celebrate my Christ year—that something shifted. That experience pulled me from spiritual bypassing back into trauma-informed, body-based healing.

Grandmother Ayahuasca didn’t tell me what to do or hint at the path I’m now walking. But what she did do was show me all the pain stored in my body. Pain I thought I had meditated away, healed with divine light, and painted over with affirmations I wasn’t yet ready to embody.

When the Light Tried to Outrun the Body

And I’m not saying that I didn’t heal.

When my I AM Presence entered this body, it brought in its own core lessons—what we like to call “wounds.” 
So now, those lessons are compounded on top of the ones this vessel inherited through its lineages.

The learnings, or what we call “healing,” they registered on a soul level. 

So, yes—I did heal. But it happened on a soul level. Meanwhile, my body was telling a different story.
So now… two stories were being told at once. 
My soul was dancing. My body was still aching.

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It wasn’t until much later (earlier this year) that it truly dawned on me what anchoring my divinity into my humanity actually meant—for me.

(As always: take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t.)

I—my I AM Presence—have seen the light, felt it, swam in it, bathed in it. But I didn’t share much with my parched body. I thought I was living fully embodied, but it was all surface-level. Because deep down, my body still ached.

Was I spiritually gaslighting myself?

I then realized embodiment isn’t a concept; it’s daily, physical choices that either ground you and anchor you into the body, or separate you from it.

GASP!!!

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It was easy to get away with it, too. Because my channel is strong. When I channel for others, the current is strong, flowing, and pure. 
So I’d tell myself I was “good.” Otherwise, how would I be able to channel like I do?

But remember earlier, when I called our human bodies complex?
They have the ability to compartmentalize. It’s so easy for me to be of service to others because I deprive myself of my own sweet medicine. But not fully, which is why I was able to get away with it for so long.

Ai’s attempt at recreating what I see when I am greeted by Grandmother Ayahuasca

The Body Keeps the Real Score

Grandmother Ayahuasca took me deep into my bones—where untold stories were finally ready to be heard. Fully. Without shame and with compassion.

So yes, I still channel. But now I channel through my fascia, my bones, my muscles, my breath—through lingering, silent aches.

Our bodies indeed keep the score. As Bessel van der Kolk explains in The Body Keeps the Score, trauma imprints on fascia and the nervous system…exactly why somatic tools matter.

When I first started consciously channeling the Akashic Records, it told me: 
It lives in the body. Passed down in our DNA. Written on the fascia.

I recently realized that in having a conversation with my body, I was talking to the universe itself!!!

(Say what!?)

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Your Body the Altar

I might have lost a few of you here, but think about it…
We are light. Correct?
And we traveled into our individual bodies and “powered” them up. Correct?

Imagine a lighthouse.
The body is the structure. Your soul is the light beaming through it.
But if your windows are dirty, cloudy, the brightness and even the reach of your light will be hindered.

Anchoring divinity into our humanity starts with honoring and respecting our sacred temples, the structures. Because that’s what our bodies are.

Actually…

I’ll do you one better: Your body is your altar.
Just as we so readily and excitedly build ornate altars for benevolent light beings we call upon, we should be doing the same with our bodies.

YOU are the altar.

It won’t matter if you have fresh flowers, expensive crystals, and oils on a tapestry—if your built-in altar is covered in dust and cobwebs.

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And I’m not one to judge. I see why we do it. It’s easier. It’s easier to look outward than within. And I think I’ve discovered why: Because that is where the real magic lies. And once you take a hold of it—of your essence, there is no turning back. Because being a divine creator on Earth comes with a depth of responsibility that humbles the soul and expands the heart.
Not a burden, but a sacred honoring. A choosing to live in alignment with the power you now remember you hold.

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Why We Avoid the Real Magic

I know why it took me so long to get deep into the nooks and crannies, to clear the dust. It was scary and painful to remember. 
But my body recently told me something—I don’t need to remember the why or the how in order for her to close that loop.

All she needs from me… is presence. 
My presence reminds her that she is safe. She is in the present moment— in the now, and not stuck in the loop.

Closing the Loops

And these days, presence looks different.
It looks like:

• Honoring my sleep cycles

• Nourishing with foods that support hormonal balance and emotional stability

• Moving my body with the intention of regulating my nervous system, not overriding it

• Tending to the sacred intelligence of my system through breath work, through tapping, through full-body shakes, through complete stillness

These somatic practices are how I maintain coherence between my humanity and my divinity. This is how I clean the altar that allows me to channel, create, and serve from wholeness.

Because my altar isn’t just a place I visit. It’s the vessel I live in. It’s the vessel I stay present in. 

And the way I care for it on a deep cellular level determines how fully I can show up.
In light. In leadership. In service. 

But most importantly, for myself. 

For the Little Girl Who Dreamed of Freedom
The one who used to imagine a life where her softness was safe. Where her voice wasn't too much. Where her body wasn’t a battlefield, but a sanctuary. Where play was sacred. Where laughter was medicine. Where she danced barefoot through fields and spoke to the sky, because she knew it was listening.

She is my why. She is my anchor. She is my greatest teacher. And she lives in my body.

These wounds, these lessons, were never punishments. They were initiations. Invitations. Portals into remembrance.

And I… the student… have finally become ready to receive her teachings. Not from a book, not from the ethers, but from within me. From her.

She is proof that this path works.
Because embodiment isn’t a trend. It’s the transmission.

Circa 1995, somewhere in San Diego, CA

This story, my story—is the signal.
The frequency that calls in those who are ready to remember themselves, too. To tend to their own inner child, and to meet that child not with control or criticism, but with curiosity and utmost reverence.

So if you ask me?

The greatest spiritual journey you can embark on, here on Pachamama, is a very human experience.

Originally posted on my Substack on 7 July 2025

You Went Through a Dark Night of the Soul, but You Have a Teams Meeting at 10 A.M. the Next Day

One moment, I’m meditating and feeling serpents rise up my spine—my first taste of kundalini awakening—and jolting awake to a kaleidoscope of faces in the mirror, some kind, others terrifying. The next, I’m logging into a Teams meeting at 10 a.m., pretending I’m not questioning the very fabric of reality.

That’s the thing about a spiritual awakening: it doesn’t wait for you to clear your calendar.

This space—Sacred Balance Collective—is for the souls navigating their own unraveling. The ones wondering if they’re losing their minds, only to find themselves. If you’ve ever felt like the ground beneath you has crumbled, leaving you questioning everything, you’re not alone.

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The Breakup That Broke Me Open

October of 2021 turned my life upside down. At the time, I was dating someone, and though our connection was brief, it shook me to my core. He brought with him a feeling I had never experienced before—a remembrance, as if some ancient thread of energy between us had been reignited.

When it ended as quickly as it began, I was devastated. It wasn’t just heartbreak—it was a spiritual initiation. It felt as though my first glimpse of divinity had been ripped from my hands, leaving me shattered.

It broke me open.

I realized I wasn’t just uncomfortable with myself—I was deeply unhappy, unsettled, and ill-at-ease in my own skin. Everything felt like it was unraveling, and I couldn’t hold on to anything familiar because none of it was truly me. This was the beginning of my spiritual transformation, though I didn’t know it at the time.

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A Dark Night of the Soul

Caught Between Worlds

Then came the sleepless nights. A constant buzzing in my ears. Flashes of light behind my closed eyes. And most unsettling of all—voices. I would hear my name being called—not inside my mind, but outside of it, like a whisper just out of reach.

At first, I thought I was losing my grip on reality. But no. This was my first spiritual awakening. The veil between worlds had begun to thin, and my soul was stirring, waking itself up.

TikTok became an unlikely lifeline. My feed overflowed with terms like dark night of the soul, spiritual awakening symptoms, and kundalini rising. Every video felt like it was speaking directly to me. I hadn’t searched for these things, and yet there they were. It wasn’t just the algorithm; it felt like divine intervention.

Or maybe Big Brother. Good-looking-out, FBI agent assigned to me. (I kid. Maybe.)

I dove headfirst into the spiritual rabbit hole, desperate to understand why I felt so lost, yet so alive. TikTok said, Meditate. Connect with your spirit team. I didn’t even know what a spirit team was, but I followed the breadcrumbs.

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The Serpent in the Mirror

One day, I sat in front of a mirror doing a chakra alignment meditation (because apparently, we have energy centers within our bodies. Who knew?) As I focused on the energy within, I saw something extraordinary—a serpent at the base of my spine, coiling and circling, moving upward through each chakra.

My body began to gyrate uncontrollably, and as the serpent reached my crown chakra, I opened my eyes, startled.

In the mirror, my reflection shifted and morphed. My face became a cascade of different faces—some kind, others terrifying. I stared as the last face, dark and demonic, stared back at me. I had no idea what I had just unlocked.

Later, I would learn this was my first kundalini awakening. It terrified and fascinated me. I knew I needed help. I was way out of my depth.

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Reiki, Ancestral Healing, and the Unveiling of Memories

I remembered a TikTok video offering distance Reiki healing. The woman on the screen said, I will send you chakra healing energy. Say yes to receive. Skeptical but desperate, I said yes. And then it happened—warmth poured into my chest, like hot tea filling an empty cup. My heart expanded, my head buzzed, and I couldn’t deny it: this was real.

That experience led me to a local Reiki practitioner who became my guide. Her sessions were transformative. She told me about the spirit guides who had been with me since birth and encouraged me to call on my ancestors, who had been waiting for me to step into my role as a healer.

I couldn’t deny her words—she would repeat or confirm messages I’d received in meditation but hadn’t shared with her. Through Reiki, I began moving stagnant energy, and memories began to resurface—light, dark, shadow, and divine. Ancient and recent. Childhood trauma rose to the surface, demanding to be seen, healed, transmuted, and integrated through ancestral healing practices

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The Akashic Records and a New Dimension

The uncovering of my trauma led me to the Akashic Records, opening a dimension I didn’t know existed. At first, they didn’t give me the answers I wanted about my pain. But now, years later, I understand—they gave me what I was ready to receive. Over time, the Records became my most powerful tool for self-discovery and soul remembrance. Eventually, I became certified to read them for others.

Much later in my journey, I asked the Records about that man I told you about—the one who turned my world upside down.

The Records revealed a soul contract—an agreement we’d made before this lifetime. He came to remind me of the divinity within me, and then he was meant to leave. He was my gentle alarm clock, sent to jolt me awake and move on.

When I think back now, I see how tender it all was. He was kind. Never mean, never cruel. It just ended. And I marvel at the gentleness of it all. I feel grateful for how softly my soul whispered, Wake up.

The pain I felt after it ended wasn’t necessarily about him. It was a yearning. I ached for the light I saw reflected in him, not realizing at the time that the light was already within me. He was a mirror, reflecting what I was blind to until I could finally see it for myself. Once I recognized it, his role in my life was complete.

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Welcome to the Journey

Through this journey, I’ve learned that spiritual awakening isn’t about becoming something new. It’s about peeling back the layers and remembering who you’ve always been. It’s messy, terrifying, and sometimes absurd—like going through a dark night of the soul and still having to log into a Teams meeting the next morning.

But that’s the beauty of it.

This journey woke me up. But more importantly, it brought me home to myself. It’s still bringing me home. This is a lifelong process, but what it’s taught me so far is that the spiritual path isn’t about escaping life. It’s about embracing all of it—the joy, the pain, the light, and the shadow.

This space is where I’ll share my journey—raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. If you’re navigating your own dark night of the soul, wondering if you’ve lost your mind, I’m here to tell you: yes, you are, but only to rediscover the part of you that has always been there—your true essence—who you were before you were told who you had to be.

Welcome home, sweet soul.

With love & gratitude,

Dulce Olivia

Founder of Sacred Balance Collective—guiding spiritual awakenings, kundalini journeys, and Akashic Records embodiment work.

Originally posted on my Substack on 27 January 2025