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About

Hi! I’m Alana and I’ve had a passion for words, stories and people for as long as I can remember.

It started with being read the poetry of Banjo Patterson as my bedtime ritual when I was an infant and developed into a hunger to submerge myself in stories from all cultures and backgrounds that have spanned the globe. I have drank chai with Sadu’s in India, had hungi with Maori’s in New Zealand, drank beer with strippers in Thailand and grown my ability to counsel and inspire individuals through the sacred art of henna adornment. I want to share and hear as many people’s experiences as I can because people simply fascinate me! By telling our stories we can harness our power and heal our pain.

My life took an unusual turn a few years ago when I started lancing and exploring the deep wounds within myself. The more I resisted them, the more they persisted and the bigger they became until they converged into one big gigantic mess of chaos and I could no longer run from. I couldn’t go around it, I couldn’t go under it, so I had to go through it. The best remedy to end suffering was and is to get curious. I sat and burrowed deeper into my pain and found all manner of repressed and suppressed emotions, feelings and beliefs.  What a pandora’s box of all plethora I opened and I can tell you it wasn’t always pretty (in fact it rarely is) but it was liberating to confront that which had always held me back.

It was about this time that the Divine Feminine surreptitiously and synchronistically began rapturously seducing and beckoning my soul to return home to HER.  For I had negated and dismissed my own sacred power for what I felt was not just this but many lifetimes past. I also knew and could see that this was not happening to me alone but an uprising was unfolding on a universal level.  Women the world over were beginning to wake up to their own innate power. Their strength and courage supported and assisted in my own process of remembrance.

It was here that the Journey Divine began.

My life took on a somewhat unique and mystifying flavour.  Everything became increasingly unexplainable, magical and enchanting. To someone who is rather practical and analytical this was somewhat beyond comprehension. I now longer knew where reality ended and this other world we perceive as outside of ourselves began, everything wove into a blur of unity. My souls purpose continued to demand more of my attention till I could no longer silence that which was my most defining aspect and also the part I had always denied: to be the storyteller I’m being called to be and to share my journey so as to inspire and empower others. If I’m going up, I want to take YOU with me.