Remembrance Series: Part I – The Rose, the Dream, and the Doorway

A pilgrimage of memory, medicine and mystery…

The Words That Made My Bones Vibrate

I was in the middle of a 1:1 Akashic Reading when my client—who also happened to be one of the few souls whose podcast deeply resonated with me at the very beginning of my awakening—paused, her voice soft but certain.

Her voice had been a thread I followed through the fog in those early days, when I was still trying to discern what was real, what was resonance, and what was fear. She helped me bridge the unknown. She was a lighthouse in the foggy in-between.

And now, there she was, speaking to me through the screen, with the kind of certainty that makes your bones remember. 

“You know you’re part of the Order of the Rose, right?”

I blinked. “What’s that?”

“You don’t know?” she smiled gently, and gave me a brief explanation. But that moment wasn’t informative—it was catalytic. 

Her words stirred something ancient in me. Like a bell that only I could hear. A code clicking back into place.

That was a couple of months ago.
And now, here I am—unraveling, remembering, recording.

Order of the Rose.

Those words lit a fire in me. And that fire lit what I thought was a new path. But it wasn’t new. It had always been beneath my feet, woven into my breath, hidden in plain sight. I just hadn’t named it, until now. 

And soon you’ll understand why.

So I walked down the path.

Discovering the Order of the Rose

This remembrance journey begins back in October 2021, the month of my awakening. At the time, I was preparing for a move back to Denver from St. Louis. The official relocation wouldn’t be until January 2022, but the soul migration had already begun.

I didn’t realize how disembodied I was back then. I was mind-heavy, spiritually starved, still very much inside the matrix.

Back in Denver, I began working with a therapist—I’ll call her Miranda. She was half clinical, half mystical. One hand in the practical, one hand in the ether. She did Reiki, somatic work, and held space in a way that helped me feel safe enough to begin asking bigger questions. One of those questions was about plant medicine.

**All names used from this point forward have been changed to honor the privacy of those involved.**

I told her during a session: “I feel like I need to work with the medicine. Something is calling me. I don’t go deep in my meditations—I feel like I need help peeling back the layers.”

She just looked at me and said, wide-eyed, “Did you really just ask me that?”

For a split second I thought I had said something wrong.

She shook her head, “No—it’s just wild. I was literally typing in our private Facebook group asking about any upcoming medicine ceremonies in the area. As you spoke, my hands were typing.”

A Prophetic Dream Leads to Plant Medicine

That night, I had a dream.

In it, I was working at McDonald’s, and my manager’s name was Emily. (I actually did have a manager named Emily, at one point, but it wasn’t at McDonald’s…)

I kept calling out her name: “Emily… Emily!” Over and over again, like I needed her.
I also held a baby girl in my arms with piercing green eyes. She wasn’t mine, but I loved her instantly.

The next morning—Wednesday—I checked my email. And there it was.
An introduction email from Miranda… to a woman named… EMILY! My jaw was on the floor!

Emily was the one hosting the upcoming plant medicine ceremony. I was stunned. And when I clicked her website?
The medicine she worked with was Tepezcohuite, grandfather tree medicine—the exact medicine I had tried to sit with on an earlier trip to Tulum.

Let me pause here.

Back in September 2022, I had traveled to Tulum. I met a local man who asked me, “Have you ever communed with Tepezcohuite?”

I hadn’t even heard of it before. I was looking for ayahuasca at the time.
He told me about this tree medicine, how powerful it was, and said he’d check if the shaman was available.

He later told me, that the shaman was in Mérida holding a ceremony.
I didn’t chase it. No worries. If it wasn’t meant to be, I wasn’t going to force it.

Turns out it was, just not yet…

The Rose Inside the Pyramid— My Sacred Sigil

Flash forward to January 2023.
I dreamed the name Emily.
I woke up to an email from someone named Emily.
And she worked with the exact medicine I tried to find in Mexico.

The medicine found me.

We had our discovery call—what was meant to be 20 minutes turned into a soul-deep hour. And when I finally saw her in person, I realized why she looked so familiar.

She had the same green eyes as the baby girl in my dream.
The threads were undeniable now.

The February ceremony was my first. The visuals, the giggles, the revelation—it was all new to me. But the way Emily held space… sacred, clean, loving… I knew I wanted to keep working with her.

So I booked a 1:1 energy healing session.

When I arrived, she said she felt called to do something different than what was originally booked.
I agreed and laid on the table.

We called in the Divine Feminine. And when she asked me, “Who is here?”

I said: “Goddess Isis and Mary Magdalene.”

Mary Magdalene and the Divine Feminine

At that point in my journey, I was more familiar with Goddess Isis. I had called upon her before, danced with her in meditations, felt her regal presence in the quiet. Egyptian mythology had always pulled at something in me I couldn’t name. So when she arrived in that session, I recognized her immediately.

But Mary Magdalene…she was new to me. At least, on a conscious level.

I grew up Catholic. I’d heard heard her name in passing—always paired with shame, with sin, with redemption through a man. That version of her never stuck. I never really knew her. Not in my mind.

But in that moment, her energy came through like warm honey and rose petals. My soul recognized her. Even if my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Emily then said, “Ask them for your power tools. Sacred objects to help you remember who you are.”

So I did. And I was shown a vision.
A pink rose inside a glowing pyramid of iridescent light.

A symbol. A sigil. A seal.

I spent months searching for a physical version of that symbol—earrings, pendants, anything.

I couldn’t find it. So I let it be.

Divinely Inked—A Portal in the Skin

Until July 17, 2023, in Gili Air, a small, beautiful island in Indonesia.

I was fresh out of my 200-hour yoga teacher training. A new sister from the program invited me to her tattoo session with a bamboo tattoo artist.

I was drawn to his energy. I told him about my vision: the rose and the pyramid. 

He drew it exactly as I saw it in my mind’s eye. 
That was my first tattoo.
But more than that—it was a ritual, a rite of passage.

Tattoos, to me, are portals. They hold memories.
And this one? It sealed my vow.

This wasn’t just a plant medicine story.
This was an initiation. Part two comes soon. Stay close.

With Love and Gratitude,
Dulce Olivia🌹

Originally posted on my Substack on 01 June 2025

Healing at the Quantum Level: Bridging Quantum Healing and the Felt Sense

I love creating avenues for healing and expansion. Actually, I sometimes wish we’d stop calling it healing. I think I will.

I call it liberation.

Those parts of ourselves aren’t broken—they’re trapped. If you remove the one variable (a person, a situation, or a belief), what remains is wholeness. It’s not about healing. It’s about liberating the parts of ourselves that have been held hostage, whether by fear, shame, conditioning, or survival strategies.

We are both the prisoner and the jailer. And we’re holding the key to an already unlocked cell door.

The prison is perceptual.

Liberation is about traveling into those dungeons within our sacred temples and being present with those exiled parts of ourselves. Because they’re always telling the same story. It just surfaces through different, often repetitive, self-sabotaging or hindering patterns.

And all they truly need is to be listened to.

That part of you that was abused, abandoned, silenced… doesn’t need to be “fixed.”. It needs you to be with it. To show it, through your presence, that it is finally safe.

And in that safety, liberation begins.

Trauma As Energy

Trauma is energy – a whiplash of life force that never fully discharged from the body. Instead, it stays trapped in the body, looping over and over.

The more time you spend in your body, which is synonymous with presence, the more it speaks to you. 
And the more you listen, the more fluent you become. That’s when trust begins to form between you and your vessel.

This isn’t always easy, especially with deep-seated wounds we may not even consciously remember. The body is brilliant. It buries what would otherwise overwhelm us, because its job is to preserve the organism.

But eventually, for us to thrive, not just survive, we must return.

You won’t necessarily find it gets “easier.” You will simply grow more compassionate. You capacity to love will expand. And that is what makes it feel easier.

Safety in the Healing Space

When I sense a client is nervous before a session, I always:

Your body, your Records, and the medicine (if we are working with plant spirits) will never show you something you are not ready for.

You may be broken open, but only to expand. Not broken beyond repair.

So if what arises is shocking to your system, trust that it is because you are ready. Ready to process. Ready to release. Ready to close the loop.
That movement of energy is just one step towards your liberation. A shift that already occurred—on a soul level… on a quantum level. 

Your body is simply catching up.

Presence as Integration

Think about it… how many times have you gotten into your car, and the next thing you knew, you were already at your destination? You were on autopilot. Your body arrived, but your awareness wasn’t present.

That is how intelligent the body is.

But here is the truth: your body can survive without You, but it cannot thrive without You.
By “You,” I mean your I AM presence.

And yes—communing with spirit guides, remote traveling, swimming through the etheric-blue waters of Mintaka is beautiful.

But if we don’t anchor those teachings into the body…we are just floating.

Take the cosmic medicine and infuse it into your cells. Impart the soul’s wisdom to the body.

Upgrade the hardware to process the new software.

This is where neurobiology comes in.

The Felt Sense and the Nervous System

Upgrading the hardware requires one to engage the felt sense. Why? Because trauma dysregulates the nervous system, and our nervous system governs everything. It’s not just about stress.

Your nervous system affects:

–Skin health

–Digestion

–Hormones

–Muscle function

–Energy levels

–Capacity for joy and peace. 

Example: 
When the body is under chronic stress, it activates the HPA axis—a hormonal feedback loop that increases cortisol. Elevated cortisol over time leads to inflammation, which affects everything from skin flare-ups to fatigue.

Digestion is deeply tied to the vagus nerve, which connects the brain and gut. Dysregulation can cause bloating, food sensitivities, or IBS-like symptoms.

—I struggled with digestion issues from my late teens into very recent years. I saw so many different types of doctors throughout the years, and none had any idea why it was happening. It wasn’t until I started practicing energy work, which led me to somatic work, that I was able to regulate my digestion. 

The nervous system impacts your limbic system—the emotional brain. So you can bet that a dysregulated nervous system will impact the ability to regulate emotions, feel safe in your body, and experience pleasure or peace. And isn’t this what the human experience is about? To FEEL?

Practices to Engage the Felt Sense

Modalities like breath work, EFT tapping, mindful movement (Yoga, dance, Tai Chi, to name a few), and vagal stimulation retrain the nervous system.

These practices:

–Build safety into the body

–Signal that you are no longer in danger

–Allow the body to thrive rather than just survive

It’s giving the body to finally exhale.

These are practices that bridge biology and spirit. 
These tools return us to the body, so the body can remember it is safe to receive love and expand. 

These are just a few modalities among many. Find one that speaks to you, and devote time and energy to do it. I promise you, you will FEEL the knots untying.

At first, it may might feel uncomfortable because you are disrupting the very loop that’s kept you “safe.”
But soon your body will begin to recognize the release as a treat, not a threat.

It becomes as simple as pouring water into a parched mouth. Your body will want it. Because it now knows that there is a release, and exhale on the other side.

Fill your body with the same ethereal waters you bathe in when you meditate
Your soul chose to be human.
So come home.

Make your body your sanctuary, your oasis, your playground.

This was always the point.

A Note on Safety and Support

***If engaging the felt sense feels intense, redirect your awareness to something pleasant—a comforting memory, a soft texture, a safe sound. 
Go slow. You don’t have to do it all at once. And you don’t have to do it alone.

There are practicioners who are trained to walk with you through these tender thresholds. I’ve leaned on support when certain practices became too intense to process alone, and now I hold that kind of space for others, too.

If your body says yes, you will know when the time is right.

Book a 1:1 Somatic + Akashic Healing Session with Me:

Disclaimer: I am not a medical provider. I am a registered Trauma-Informed Yoga teacher and an Akashic Records Channel. What I share comes from the Akashic Records, years of study, and lived experience – both in my own journey and in client work.

This is not medical advice, but soul medicine rooted in embodied experience.
Take what resonates, leave the rest, and trust your inner guidance above all.

A few reads that have inspired the knowledge shared in this article:

The Myth of Normal — Dr. Gabor Maté
The Body Keeps the Score — Dr. Bessel van der Kolk
Anchored: How to Befriend Your Nervous System — Deb Dana, LCSW

Originally posted on my Substack on July 15, 2025

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