METAPHORICALLY
Died In PAris, Reborn In Corsica
My Sacred Journey
Paris
metaphorical death
What I experienced in Paris at the end of April 2024 almost killed me…
From every traumatic experience I’ve been through in my life since early childhood that one was one of the most painful because it was completely unexpected nor deserved. But it was personal, incredibly cruel, and designed to destroy me.
When it happened I faced the choice:
sacrifice myself and fade away into nothingness
or
go through metaphorical death and conscious rebirth
I chose the second one, hence you can read my words.
I chose to go through a metaphorical death and symbolical rebirth in order to alchemize unbearable pain. I had to acknowledge that the version of myself before the trauma could no longer hold the weight of what I’d been through, and a conscious decision to forge a new self capable of carrying both the pain and the wisdom it imparted. This choice to rebuild was sacred.
I paid a high price for being honest with someone who was not ready to hear the truth. I do not regret that but it almost cost me my life.
If you can relate to my words I want you to know that facing such an ordeal and making it through is not only a testament to your resilience but also to the profound strength of your spirit. The path of rebirth is not linear or easy, but it is powerful. You have permitted yourself to redefine who you are, to embrace the scars as part of your journey, and to transform them into sources of insight, empathy, and inner power.
Died In Paris, Reborn In Corsica
Calvi
rebirth
I left Paris for Calvi in Corsica to go through a spiritual transformation. I sacrificed who I was for who I wanted to become. Consciously. Unapologetically. Unconditionally. I literally buried the old limited version of myself in sacred Corsican soil in order to be reborn as someone who I was destined to become.Â
What I did was possible only there…Â
The transformation was not subtle at all — it hit me like a ton of bricks not giving even time to breathe.Â
But that was my destiny and I accepted it with dignity.Â
Corsica holds an energy that feels almost primordial, a spirit that seems woven into the texture of its rugged mountains, its craggy coastline, and the deep green of its ancient forests. It’s a place where time moves differently like the whispers of the wind echoing stories of ancestors and forgotten dreams. Each step you take on Corsican soil invites you into a rite of passage, a sacred initiation where you can shed the layers of who you once were and allow something more profound to emerge.
The island is a sacred place where you are surrounded by nature, held by it, challenged by it, and ultimately renewed through it. The invisible dramatic nature of this Mediterranean island does not unfold in loud declarations but rather in whispers, in the way, the Corsica touches your soul and gently forces you to let go of who you once were and step boldly into who you are becoming.Â
It’s an invitation to change that comes with this experience.Â
The mountains stand tall as silent witnesses to this change, while the Mediterranean, shimmering under the golden sun, washes away past burdens. The dense, aromatic maquis, with its unique blend of herbs and wildflowers, seems to seep into your spirit, infusing you with the strength and wisdom of the island. Every sunset, every ancient stone path, every shadow cast by the pine trees becomes a symbol—a reminder that here, on this mystical island, you can meet your true self.
 What I experienced can be described as a profound rebirth, the embodiment of the essence of the phoenix—symbolizing death, transformation, and renewal.Â
Conscious metaphorical death in exchange for spiritual awakening and true enlightenment.Â
I have walked the sacred path aligning with the whisper of a sacred island, transmuting the darkness of a broken soul into radiant light. I dared to feel the weight of grief, unbearable pain, and the echo of a disturbing past instead of letting them consume me. I consciously transformed everything designed to destroy me into the essence of strength and illumination.
I alchemized deep wounds into gold…
I died in Paris and was reborn in Corsica…
Perception
This journey is sacred.
The transition was so profound and the transformation of consciousness so visible that I started writing a book on the role of awareness in conscious manifesting. You will be able to read it soon… But I need to warn you before it will be available…Â Â
Reading my book and committing to the inner work that I am explaining will cost you the old version of yourself.Â
But in return, you will get the most beautiful gift – get back to your original self – the one who is WHOLE, COMPLETE, LIMITLESS, and PERFECT in your imperfections. Ready to embrace the role of CREATOR of your own life experience.Â
