Hello, I'm Nora

For several years after that, I shared my shamanic work, my tarot, and my connection with Isis online. Then I would pull back. Then I would share again. I was touch and go with it, and I didn't understand why. I know now that there were subconscious patterns and past-life wounds I needed to heal before I could stand in this work with real confidence.

In my mid-twenties, three different psychics told me I had been burned as a witch in a past life. I had never said a word about it to any of them. I was also told I had not survived the Spanish Inquisition.

Those weren't my only lives. I've seen myself as a healer during a plague, working with cobwebs and mold. As a town baker who was forever burning her hands. As a laborer, working mud and mortar with my bare hands. As an Essene. I've been told I was an oracle at Delphi, and that one I feel in my bones. And yes... Lemuria. Basically, I'm an old soul, and I have worked tirelessly in a lot of lifetimes.

I've made my peace with every one of them. I went through those lives for a reason, and I've alchemized their pain into passion for this work. They sent me inward to define my beliefs, and my faith in God, for myself. I've left no stone unturned and no question inside me unanswered. That doesn't mean I have all the answers... everyone has to answer those questions for themselves. It means I'm not afraid of them anymore, and I'm not afraid to sit with yours.

Maybe it's the plague healer in me, but in this life I almost became a doctor. I earned a degree in psychology with a minor in biology, and I took the MCAT. I worked for a neurologist as a Parkinson's researcher, and later in the neurology wing of a large trauma hospital.

Then, while I was pregnant, my job required a medical choice I was not willing to make. I said no. I was mocked and ridiculed for asserting my freedom and protecting myself, and I walked away from the path I had worked toward for years. It was a real disappointment. But I knew a path that ridiculed me for protecting myself would never be the right one for me.

Meanwhile, my husband, who had been a yoga teacher back in Portland, decided to become a lawyer. He went to law school, and I went all in on staying home with our babies.

Then my youngest was born. I hemorrhaged, and I nearly died.

Coming that close to death woke up a new passion for life in me. I appreciate being alive more than I ever have. I'm here for a reason, and I'm not hiding the purpose I came here to bring anymore.

I think about Isis in the papyrus a lot these days. She wasn't hiding because she was weak. She was protecting what she carried until it was strong enough to meet the world. I had my own years in the papyrus... healing old lives, raising my babies, gathering my strength. Now I'm stepping out into the open.