Hey, you. Welcome back to the portal.

If you’re reading this, thank you, thank you for walking beside me on this journey. We’re officially stepping into Part 2 of my story. This one’s all about my teenage years: the years where things got messy, intense, and real.

High school was the first time I got truly stabbed in the heart betrayal, heartbreak, addiction, awakening, rebellion, all of it. It’s where I started smoking to numb the pain. Where I spiraled into my shadow. Where I kissed boys under desert moons and wept on bathroom floors.

It’s also where I loved deeply for the first time. Wrote love letters. Lost my virginity. Won World Championships in martial arts. And fell apart.

I talk about what it’s like to feel everything too much, to see through the veil while trying to memorize math equations. About how weed became my escape hatch, and how heartbreak cracked me open like a geode.

There’s no spiritual sugarcoating here. Just me raw, remembering, reclaiming.

Maybe you’ve been there too. In the ache. In the confusion. In the kind of love that both saves and breaks you. If so, you’re not alone. This episode is an offering for the ones who have hurt and healed, who have spiraled and still come back to themselves.

This chapter is messy. It’s real. It’s the bridge between innocence and initiation.

Let’s walk it together.

With you always,

Starlight 🌌💔

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🌟 I Remember the Womb — Starlight’s Story Begins 🌟

Hi, angel. Thank you for landing here — like a cosmic feather dropped from some dreamier dimension. I’m so honored to meet you in this space.

This is the beginning of my story. The beginning of how I came to Earth, the childhood that sculpted my soul, and all the wild magic and shadow I’ve danced through on this journey. Part 1 is all about my early years — but to be real, my story doesn’t start with a birthday. It starts with a cosmic call.

Before Earth, I was in bliss. Pure divine nectar. Then I heard Gaia — our Earth Mother — putting out this call for help. A sacred SOS. And something in me knew: I have to go. I didn’t come alone either. If you're reading this, maybe you were one of the ones who heard that call too.

The way I chose my mother, the conversations I had with her and my sister before I incarnated, the vortexes I traveled through, the energy I carried in... it's not your usual bedtime story. But it’s mine. And I believe sharing it might spark something ancient in you. A remembering.

I talk about the veil — what it means to live with one foot in this world and one in the unseen. About being raised in a galactic nursery, about glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling and soul clearings at midnight. About the beauty and brutality of carrying past life pain as a tiny human.

Maybe you’ve felt that too. Like your sensitivity isn’t a weakness but a superpower. Like you’re here for something big, but this world has made you feel too much, too soon. If that resonates… come listen. Come remember with me.

This is part one of a three-part story. I’ll be sharing next about my teenage years, and then where I’m at now — the spiral path of growth, heartbreak, awakening, and big celestial LOLs.

If you're ready to float between the stars and the sidewalk cracks of my childhood, tune in.

Your girl Starlight 🌙✨

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