What It Really Means to Be Anointed by God!
My personal journey of stripping, remembering, and returning to truth
For a long time, I imagined that “being anointed” would feel like a powerful spiritual moment, something bright, obvious, or dramatic. But when it arrived in my life, it looked nothing like that.
My anointing began in the darkest, quietest, most dismantling season I’ve ever walked through. It came at a time when my entire identity was dissolving, my inner stability was collapsing, and grief had moved into my body in a way I’d never experienced before.
There was no feeling of being “chosen.” No spiritual high. No sense of arriving into purpose.
It was the exact opposite.
It was a stripping, a void, a returning.
It was God rebuilding me from the inside out.
My anointing began in what felt like another void — the deepest initiation I had ever experienced. Everything in my life was shifting at once. The spiritual identity I had built for years began breaking apart. My gifts felt like they were dissolving. Nothing felt familiar anymore.
And then, in the middle of that, I lost my 16-year-old dog, a soul companion who had walked with me through so many chapters of my life. His passing cracked me open in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t just grief. It was the final thread of my old life detaching.
During those months, I didn’t feel wise, empowered, or spiritually advanced. I felt stripped, emptied, and unsure of who I was becoming.
This initiation moved through me like a tidal wave. Patterns I thought I had healed resurfaced with force was all coming up to be cleared, not to punish me, but to free me.
This was the start of my anointing, and it certainly didn’t come with glory — it came with truth.
The stripping wasn’t a breakdown, it was preparation, but what I didn’t understand at the time was that God was removing the identities I had built on survival, performance, and spiritual “doing.”
The psychic label I had relied on began dissolving. The structures I used to hold myself together no longer worked. It felt terrifying, but it was necessary.
Because the truth was this…
I wasn’t meant to continue as the person I had been. God was preparing me to become the version of myself I was always meant to be.
A leader, a teacher, an activator.
Not through performing or offering endless readings, but through embodiment, presence, and alignment.
But to get there, everything false had to fall away.
There was also the unexpected grounding, In the middle of this spiritual dismantling. I made a decision to take a job as a barista. Not because I needed another job —but because my soul needed grounding.
I needed to be in my body again. I needed routine, human connection, and simplicity. I needed to stop “performing spirituality” and just be human.
That job stabilized me. It anchored my Spirit, Soul, and Body back into one place. It reminded me of who I was without identity, without labels, without gifts to prove.
It was one of the most spiritual things I could have done.
The rebuilding when anointing became real happened slowly, very slowly, something inside me began to shift, not from effort, not from more healing, not from trying to reclaim old gifts.
But from surrender.
My nervous system began settling. My intuition returned, but differently — deeper, clearer, more embodied.
My mind softened, my emotions stabilized, my patterns loosened their grip, my clarity strengthened.
My connection to God deepened in a way I had never experienced before.
I didn’t rise into something new. I returned to what had always been true.
This is what anointing actually feels like…
God returning you to your original design by removing everything that is not you.
One of the most profound parts of this journey was realising I no longer needed to talk about my gifts or prove them.
I no longer needed the identity of “psychic” to feel valid. I no longer needed to show what I could see or do.
I was no longer meant to perform intuition. The real gift wasn’t my ability to read, It was my ability to lead. Not through information, but through frequency, through alignment, through the integrity of my spirit, soul, and body moving as one.
What the anointing really rebuilt in me was the birth of Trinity Flow Healing.
It had been given to me years earlier, but I hadn’t fully embodied it until now. The teachings for this work had been coming through for years, long before I understood what they were leading me toward.
Trinity Flow Healing didn’t come from my mind, it came from what God had gifted me and then restored within me.
When my spirit, soul, and body finally reconnected, something opened inside me. Not just a new gift, not a new technique, but a blueprint.
A knowing.
A remembering.
A deeper understanding that true healing isn’t about shifting one emotion or clearing one pattern — it’s about restoring the whole system back to divine order.
This work was given to me, and then birthed through my own lived experience:
• the stripping
• the void
• the rebuilding
• the grounding
• the grief
• the emotional clearing
• the initiations
• the release of old identities
• the return of clarity
• the reorganisation of my entire field
Trinity Flow Healing isn’t something I created. It’s something I embodied and now facilitate for others through my work.
What I truly believe now is that being anointed by God isn’t a spiritual high.
It’s a dismantling.
A remembering.
A return.
It’s the moment your Spirit, Soul, and Body come back into coherence after years of being pulled in different directions.
It’s the quiet strength that rises in you after everything you thought you needed falls away.
It’s the moment you stop living from patterns and start living from design.
It’s the version of you that God always knew — finally coming forward.
Not through force.
Not through performance.
Not through proving your gifts.
But through truth.
Through alignment.
Through the restoration of your whole being.
This is what anointing truly is.
It’s the source of everything I now offer, teach, and embody.
My work exists because of this journey — the journey of being anointed by God.
