The Story of Transformation

The Power of Transformation with Soul Realignment

 This alas, is not the Story of Peter Rabbit - though admittidley that would be fun! No, this is the story of Kristy-lee's becoming, her personal voygage through the challenges she has overcome and her journey with Soul Realignment.

This is a story of unfolding, of surrender and ultimately (in part two) of transformation.

This is my story and I hope is that it brings you some solace, some sisterhood solidarity if you are or have moved through times of uncertainty, change and challenge.

More than that though, my hope is that it shows you the power of listening, trusting and then acting when it comes to the Divine Direction that is at play in your own life – seen through the lens of the example of what has unfolded for me….

Many of you have been with me now for quite a few years, some of you since the beginning and a few that are relatively new to me, my energy and my work.  To all of you no matter how long we have known each other (….for even if we have not yet met we most certainly do know each other….) I take you on a journey to my becoming.

I heartily invite you to grab a cuppa (my preference is espresso, or maybe if the wind blows in the other direction a Lady Grey tea – but you go for your favourite), pop your feet up, wrap yourself in a physical cosy, snuggly blanket and let my words wrap you in an etheric blanket of love.

When you are ready, we shall begin. 

I would like to go straight to the Now, the present and the excitement it contains but, alas as with most stories I need to retrace my steps and take you back in time – not to my point of origination - we really don’t have enough time for that, but to 2018.

2018 – was a pivotal year for me, dissolution of the past and the realisation that, as is often referenced by the esteemed Astrologer Lorna Bevan regarding the energy that of the times we are in (originally taken from the Wizard of Oz of course) “We are not in Kansas anymore Toto.”  

Wasn’t that the truth.

But even 2018 isn’t far back enough, I need to head back a year to 2017, for this really was where it all began – when I cast my mind back now it is crystal clear – the unravelling.  I have a whole sad litany of events that kicked off – but the real one, the big hitter, was the betrayal of someone I loved, I won’t go into the details but it’s enough to say that it left me deeply bruised and deeply wounded. 

Betrayal, I have since discovered, does not start with an external influence. 

I know, I was as shocked as you may be right now – that’s ridiculous right?! 

It’s true though, for betrayal to happen “to us” we must first betray ourselves and by the age of 37 years old I had mastered, very thoroughly the art of self-deception and betrayal.

I refused to be “me”.  Yes, you read that right – I refused.  The ultimate level of betrayal rooted in self-denial.

To be fair to myself though, I went along with not being me because it was way easier, less complicated and ensured fewer arguments.  I would fit into what is socially acceptable and considered to be the “norm” all the while knowing that wasn’t the truth.

I was simply acting the part; I was a key player in an epic tragedy fit for the purpose of a Shakespearean play.  Pretending, now that was something I became very good at, I artfully learnt to become a shapeshifter, capable of blending and moulding myself into who I “needed” to be in order to be accepted.  

Shocking really, when I think back.

As with all good stories where the heroine or hero needs to be reborn there is a moment of breakdown.

Cue 2018.

I remember vividly taking the dogs for a walk, tears streaming down my face, and calling out to a God that I wasn’t even sure I believed in at that moment in time to step up and help me. This, I am pretty sure you can relate to.  Who on the road to transformation has not found themselves calling on a Higher Power to step in and sort out a mess?!

And so, he did - step in and sort it out I mean. 

But not in the way I thought would happen. Primary relationship disintegrated – check. Moving counties – check.  Financial resources cut off - check.

My whole world turned upside down in one foul-swoop.

If you have ever watched the program Friends, you may remember a scene where Rachael Green is in a sorry state of affairs and really hit her rock bottom – her line in this scene goes something like this:

“I really thought I just hit rock bottom. but today, it's like there's rock bottom, fifty feet of crap, then me."

Yup, right there with you Miss Green.

And then…. then Salvation. 

In text A Course in Miracles there is a repeated theme that is bought to our attention – this idea of the crucifixion, resurrection and ascension. This happens to us over and over again.

Soul Realignment was my salvation, it was the biggest homecoming. But it has not been easy, I have had to shed layers and layers of fear routed in persecution, judgement, standing in my own authenticity, finding my voice, falling into default patterns of behaviours, getting back up, dusting myself off and beginning again – these have all been big themes as I re-learn to be who I truly am.

After a good 17 years or so of not being who I was, this was hard work, really hard work.  I don’t want to underestimate the sheer determination that transformation takes.  It is not an easy road to walk. Often it is a very lonely road too.  We need to salute ourselves for this – stick-to-it-ness!

For some of us though, a light switches on after a period of turmoil and voila we are restored - our crucifixion has ended; we have been resurrected and are now fully on the road to ascension, no more looking back or falling into “bad habits”.  This is absolutely brilliant! And if I am describing you - then my goodness you are blessed indeed and I take my hat off to you, I really do.

That is not my story, I am often in the trenches. Battling against my own ego (which is an absolute control freak and extremely loud), battling against external influences that try to keep me safely tucked away and hidden out of sight. 

It’s relentless and it’s beautiful. 

More than that though, it is absolutely perfect because it allows me to bring all this into my sessions with you – all this learning and unlearning that I have experienced is at your disposal when we sit in session together.

So now you have an idea – ravelling, unravelling. Learning, unlearning. Ascension, descension.

This is part of the journey; this is what our soul has signed up for. The magic though happens when we fully surrender – and I mean fully! Not paying lip service to it but going the whole nine yards.

And that brings me into the present day my lovely friend.

Welcome to 2025.

We are, at the time of writing  84 days into this epochal year of transformation.

Alas, as you have probably gathered from previous emails, I have not been wholly following my path.  I have once more been at the mercy of my very stubborn and extremely stroppy ego.

I know better, best and bestest – ALWAYS.

Except that I don’t.

My Soul does, my big ‘S’ Self does. 

God does, my Team (bless ‘em) do. 

Me not so much.

How many times can one ignore the finer details that are whispered on the wind I ask you? The answer is enough to be shaken out of it – using whatever means grabs one’s attention.

We’re getting to the juicy part so hold on in there….

Halfway through last year I made the decision that I would wrap up Divine Soul and head off into the green fields and blue skies to play with flowers, create a new business and once more try to “fit in” you’re seeing the social conditioning and my psychology here, right?!  

There we have it – prepped for the launch of a new business, feeling rather scared but that’s okay, I am used to launching myself into the unknown – that kind of fear I am okay with.  Except I IGNORED the signs – repeatedly. The blocks that were put in the way – they were considerable and numerous, but I navigated my way around them with professionalism and ease.  Oh yes, I am good at problem solving my friend.

But that wasn’t even enough to stop me in my tracks – for that The Divine needed a trump card.

My home.

My sanctuary and safety net.

A rejiggling of external factors and voila we need to move.

And then it comes… Fear.

Big time fear. 

F.E.A.R

Take the roof over our head away and what then?  Dr Michael Lennox (one of my favourite psychologists and astrologers) said in a recent podcast in response to an issue he was working through with a client of his – “when have you ever not had some form of a roof over your head?” 

It’s true, it was the balm that I needed to hear and from that moment on I knew my daughter and I would be taken care of one way or another. 

Yet… I was STILL insisting that I knew better.  I sent out the email to you stating I would be hanging up my pendulum – no more Soul Sessions. I was on a different track – moving in a new direction.

Until the Divine stepped in once more. 

Cue busted ankle.

This time, it was physical.

I was physically stopped in my tracks. 

Now, arguably one could say how the heck can that be the work of the Divine but let me tell you how I did it and then you decide.

Walking the dogs in the dark – don’t even go there.  I decided in my infinite wisdom to move to a “safer” place to avoid a car that was heading up the lane towards us – except that safe place was where I currently standing. 

There was no need for me to move off the spot, my intuition said that we were safe where we were but my ego decided that was wrong and as I took a step forward I rolled my ankle and fell to the ground – how on earth I kept hold of the dogs I’ll never know, I got back up and just in the nick of time got out of the cars way – wait for it – to the EXACT same spot I was originally on.

I kid you not.

And since the end of January, I have been somewhat immobile.

Did I listen to the inner, kind and gentle voice telling me I was safe where I was – of course not! I carried on – still in the same belief that I am I charge and therefore I will impose my will on my life.

This is not what I teach you guys – I am laying that down on the table right now.  I failed to heed my own advise in this domain, the same rules apply to me as they do you.....

We.Are.Doing.Life.In.Partnership.With.The.Divine.

But panic causes all silly sorts of reactions, and it is safe to say I was in a state of complete and utter panic.

Had I stepped out of my egoic self and allowed myself to be guided by my big ‘S’ Self then things may have been much easier…

I was recently in a call with my mentor the lovely Betsy-Morgan who recited a similar experience, every time she refused to listen, she would be physically struck down with an illness or such like – held in place until she surrendered to what she was being guided to do.

The penny drops – this is it.  This was her story but working through it was the explanation from the Higher Realms as to why I was being held in place, all along I have known what I needed to really be doing and I’ll explain that in the next email, I just didn’t listen – resistance is a constant theme in my journey – it’s not fear, oh no - it’s bloody mindedness. 

See what happens when you don’t listen – the Divine knocks you on your arse.

Literally.

Immobility is a blessing and a curse, being able to shift our physical bodies right now is important to assimilate the high frequency energy that we have coming into the planet – not being able to sucks.  But the treasure is that this liminal space is great for streamlining and simplifying and it is EVEN better for listening.

Divine Direction is a wonderful thing indeed, and we all have this available to us on tap, all the time.  But we need a willingness to listen and listen well.

In the next blog post you’ll find out the why this is important and where we go from here but for now, you have the back story.

Until next time I am sending infinite blessings your way – and if you are traversing tricky terrain just know that you are deeply loved, and it will have an underlying purpose to it – even if you can’t see it just yet.

Love, always,

Kristy-lee xox