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Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. “Much is said about sacred sexuality, especially on the twin flames journey. In my case, although I never had physical contact with him, I experienced it energetically. That is why I want to share my experience and how I managed to bring light and awareness to that wound.” A testimony for other women who also betrayed themselves for love... Some years ago, I betrayed myself. I write this with a firm voice but a soft heart. I betrayed myself when I loved a man who asked me to show him my body, but not my soul. Who asked for pleasure, but not presence. Who wanted to enter my temple without removing the ego’s shoes. And I, who am fire, extinguished myself out of fear of losing him. At first, I said no. But then, in a moment of emptiness, I gave in. I showed myself, I gave myself through a screen, searching in his eyes for a reflection of love that never came, and when I hung up that video call, I felt broken. Empty. Dirty. Guilty. For months, my womb cried for me. It bled more than usual. It hurt as if my insides screamed: “Here does not live the love we hoped for.” Then I understood. It wasn’t him who hurt me… it was me, when I put his desire above my sacred dignity. I was the one who betrayed my temple. And I was also the one who got up to cleanse it. I did cleansings, I spoke honestly with myself. I touched my womb and asked for forgiveness. I anointed it with oils, flowers, sincere tears—and in that surrender, I was born again. No longer as a victim, but as the guardian of my fire. Today I look back and understand: That man wasn’t bad. He was just broken. His sexual energy was fractured, disconnected from his soul, full of shadows he still doesn’t dare to face. His fire had no direction. I tried to ignite it with my light, but I ended up burning myself. To you, sister, who once felt dirty for loving wrongly… Who showed and gave your body hoping they would see your soul… I embrace you. I understand you. And I tell you: Your temple is still sacred. Your fire has not gone out. Your womb remembers… and also forgives. May this story be a mirror for you—not of guilt, but of redemption. Because we can all return home. Because we are all worthy of love… and of ourselves. Blosson Womb If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions🔮 Channeled Tarot readings💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love Melissa-Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. My New Sacred Vow Today I close every pact, promise, or bond that forces me to love in the shadows. I renounce the chains of sacrifice and the illusion of unrequited love. I will no longer be the beacon for those who still choose the fog. I will no longer be the flame that dims so others don't burn. Today, I choose myself. I love myself with the clarity, tenderness, and strength I’ve embodied across a thousand worlds. I choose a love that sees me, holds me, walks with me in awareness. I choose love that doesn’t hurt, that doesn’t hide, that doesn’t shatter. From now on, my heart is a temple, not a refuge. It is an altar, not a cross. It is sky, not a cave. And if a soul wishes to share its light with me, let it come whole, honest, unmasked. Because I am already lit from within. And I will not dim for anyone. So be it. And so it is. Closing Words If these words stirred something in you… Breathe. You are awakening. And even if it hurts, true love begins with you! Thank you for reading. Thank you for being here. Thank you for not dimming your light. With love, Seladriel healing unrequited love If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love, Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me . A few weeks ago, Rick (IG: @psico.alquimista), my magic teacher, spoke to us about integrity: that on this path—whether of light or darkness—our actions must be guided by integrity, and our word must be honored. Today, more than ever, the Universe, God, the Creator—however you name it—confronts us with our shadows. Even those of us who seemed steady in our light, from within our comfort zones, are being shaken. The mirror is before us, and this time, there’s no escape. This morning, I spoke with a dear friend, whom I’ll call Amaranta. She is taking brave steps to break free from inherited family mandates of silence—of hiding what brings shame. She confided in me about her infidelity and the fear she feels over the possible consequences it might bring for her children and the family involved. Amaranta had spoken with a woman gifted with premonition, who advised her to act with integrity and tell the truth to her children and husband, without revealing the identity of the other man. But when she told me this, I felt an inexplicable chill, and I told her it wasn’t enough: telling half-truths does not release the energy, nor does it heal the soul. I explained to her that the judgment has already been cast, and that if her love for her children is genuine, she must protect them through the full truth. Because when the truth eventually comes out, what they will feel is shame and betrayal—not just by what happened, but by what was hidden. The other man is not a victim either; he must also take responsibility for his part. I deeply admire Amaranta for her courage—for facing this pain and taking steps toward integrity, even as fear holds her tight. Her children will know a mother who is whole: imperfect but authentic, one who knew how to recognize and face her mistakes with love. As for me, I also want to be honest, on this twin flame journey, I have made mistakes. About a year and a half ago, I went through one of the darkest moments of my process. In the middle of a heated argument with my Divine Masculine (DDS), he asked me to help him perform a love-binding ritual on a woman he was involved with—even though she was already engaged to another man. He even asked me to consult my spirit guides to see if she was seeing someone else. In that moment, I felt a deep indignation and pain, because I knew such interventions—which interfere with free will—carry heavy karmic consequences. I explained this to him, but he insisted and pressured me to help him. And that’s when my wound, my anger, and my sorrow blinded me. I made a decision from that dark place: I asked a black witch to intervene in that situation with protection rituals for me, and punishment for them. Over time, and through much inner work, I came to understand that this path was neither healthy nor fair. I undid all of those rituals and carried out the necessary energetic cleansings—not just to free those involved, but also to free myself  from the weight and the resentment. Today, I embrace with compassion that part of me that acted from a deep wound, recognizing that she was an essential part of my transformation. That Melissa was my chrysalis, who gave her being so I could be reborn. Today I am a living torch that embraces shadow, chooses love, and rises every time she falls. To those who have judged themselves harshly and have borne the burden of external condemnation. I invite you to sit with me and share your stories —because only by giving them voice do we begin to heal. Thank you, Amaranta.! the moon, the wolf, the cat and the tarot reader 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:  🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me A fable inspired by a soul bond that no longer binds—only reveals. Once upon a time, in a realm where souls spoke with fire and choices were carved by the wind, lived a Lioness with flame-lit eyes and a silent roar, who had loved with all the purity of her sacred heart . She met a Man of Smoke & Mirrors — A charming being who promised worlds with a glance but vanished every time she tried to hold him. He wasn’t fully darkness, But neither was he light. His soul was a riddle, His voice a whisper That slipped through the fingers of destiny. Moved by her nobility, the Lioness showed him her temple—her most sacred self. She offered him her fire, her tenderness, her dance. And he… could only gaze from afar, touch the surface, and flee— afraid of what was real. But the Lioness did not break. For in her essence, she was flame— and flame does not beg. One day, tired of picking up someone else’s ashes.. She sat before the Mirror of the Soul. She asked the Universe for clarity: why had she been tied to the Man of Smoke? And was there still a path connecting them? The Mirror replied: —He was your test, your darkest reflection. He showed you fruitless waiting, senseless sacrifice, And silence as punishment. But you  were his truth. You shook him. You showed him what he could not bear: love without masks, presence, sacred commitment. The Lioness lowered her gaze. —And what still ties our souls? —A broken pact. A bond you’ve already released… But he hasn’t. He still dreams of you. Still carries your fire in the cracks of his soul. But you’ve crossed the threshold. You are no longer the same. —Then is there still a path for us in this life? —Maybe he’ll return, dragging his shadow. But if he does, it won’t be to be reborn... but to witness you standing tall, with the door already closed. . Because now you choose. And you no longer burn for those who cannot hold the heat of a goddess. The Lioness nodded. Not in sorrow—but in power. She lit a torch within her altar and raised it to the sky. —Then let the mirror take him. Let his reflection find him. I… no longer pick up broken pieces! And with a roar that shook the heavens, the Lioness walked on. Fiercer. Wiser. Sanctified. ✨Moral✨ "Those who cannot honor the fire of a Lioness should not step into the temple. For she no longer waits… she burns with purpose." 🔥 Author's Note: If DDS ever reads these words, may he know— they speak of him, and of who I became. I no longer fear speaking truths to protect his image, Nor fear losing him, Because I never truly had him— Only silences. 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

"Click and enjoy the melody while you read me." How to begin to explain it… My heart feels deeply, with a force and intensity that words can’t fully describe... I have Venus in Pisces, and they say that women with Venus in Pisces are romantic, emotional, profoundly sensitive, intuitive, and creative. We also tend to hide our feelings for fear of rejection. I must confess—I don’t know how to love halfway. It’s all or nothing. However, now I observe and contemplate. I try my best to stay grounded, not to cross boundaries—because in the past, I’ve been hurt and betrayed. Sometimes, like a stormy, unpredictable ocean, my heart stirs. The winds rage, and doubts, pain, and confusion rise up, not knowing how to feel, act, or express myself. Moments when I feel too much and simultaneously freeze. Moments when I feel alone and misunderstood. Those are the moments that call me inward—to speak to myself with honesty, to face what hurts, to cry even in solitude, to look my demons in the eye, to allow myself to be vulnerable. Each tear carries an emotion, a reflection of little Melissa—a girl afraid of being alone, afraid of losing those she loves, a girl who believes that if she tries to “help” or “save” others, maybe they’ll stay. That little girl isn’t bad—she’s just scared of all the "what ifs?" (control). It’s not about punishing her, but about listening to her, mothering her, letting her know that everything is okay—because everything happens in the only way it can. For a long time, I related to others from a place of fear and a desperate need to feel accepted, loved, and valued. Since awakening into consciousness, I’ve realized that my unconscious was running the show—and it was my wounded inner child who decided what treatment I was willing to accept, just to feel “loved.” But the truth was different: deep down, I always felt the affection was never truly sincere. I used to keep so many emotions buried—even from myself—for fear of making others uncomfortable. From a young age, I was taught to be “good.” Certain parts of me were labeled as “too much” or “inappropriate,” and so I learned to repress or eliminate them. But that only deepened the pain and confusion. Who am I? Today, I’m giving myself permission to feel, to cry, to laugh, to express my opinions with respect—but staying loyal to myself. I’m listening to myself. It’s been a process, step by step. I’ve lived through difficult situations with friends, coworkers, bosses, family, and even potential romantic connections—all of which became part of my growth. To each one of those people, I offer my thanks for the lessons. To those who left, I said goodbye with love. To those who stayed, I embrace you with love. One day, a friend and mentor told me: “Mel, you’re just too much... you feel too deeply, you ask too many questions, you desire too fully. Your presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Your energy fills every crack in the room. You take up too much space.” That woman who is “too much”… Too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too strong, too joyful, too needy— just TOO MUCH . That’s who I am. A woman who is too much. A gypsy heart. And only a few can handle my “muchness.” Not because the way I feel, act, or love is wrong— But because few people dare to be fully authentic. Few dare to explore their own emotions completely. It’s easier to walk away from someone who reflects the parts of ourselves we refuse to feel or acknowledge. After all… what’s hidden is scary. I remember something, a dear friend once told me. He said he was afraid of a woman like me, because I wanted “everything or nothing.” And yes—it’s true. I want it all. I want love with depth and fire. And if that’s too much… then I’m not for everyone. I recognize myself now. I don’t regret feeling too much. I don’t know what the future holds, or what my soul has agreed to live— But one thing is clear: wherever I go, my presence will make noise. And that’s perfect. I won’t dilute my essence just to make others comfortable. Let the world get ready—because here I come. If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love, Melissa – Seladriel

"Click and enjoy the melody while you read me." This Time, I Will Not Be Silent! This time I rebel against the command of the family tree. That command that silences the voices of women, that hides emotions because they "make people uncomfortable," because they are inconvenient for those who exercise power unjustly. Emotions that go against the purposes of those who manipulate and seek personal gain. I will be silent no more! I have rebelled against the pact of silence in both branches of my family. I can no longer bear the weight of the legacy of pain: repressed emotions, choked words, dissatisfaction disguised as "constructive criticism," under the excuse that it's "for your own good" to point out what doesn't fit, what doesn't conform to control or the rigid family mandate. SHUT UP! DON’T SAY A WORD!DON’T CRY! YOU, LEAST OF ALL, SHOULD SPEAK, BECAUSE YOU TOO HAVE THINGS TO HIDE AND BE GRATEFUL FOR! YOU SHOULD KISS YOUR PARENTS’ FEET! YOU SHOULD GO TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH FOR YOUR MOTHER! I RENOUNCE IT! I can’t take it anymore. For years, I lived under the weight of my mother's unfulfilled expectations, under the constant scrutiny of comparison and criticism. In a family where, as the firstborn, too much was expected of me. I was oppressed for a long time, with a broken heart. The harsh comparison with other children — and worse, with my cousins — because they were more studious, more intelligent, more capable, little prodigies of school and music... Perhaps, without intending to hurt me, my mother tried to encourage me to be better. But all she did was destroy my self-worth. That gave way to a Melissa who searched for love and acceptance from a place of lack, from attachment. Emotional dependence emerged, from which I needed external approval. My worth began to depend on what others thought of my appearance, my personality, my words, my way of thinking and feeling. THAT WASN’T ME! ENOUGH! For years I became the projection others had of me. I got lost in the pain of not fitting in, of not belonging, of not knowing who I really was. The pain of not finding my place in the world. Let my words not be taken as complaints, reproaches, or blame. They are the cry of my soul that says : NO MORE! Today, at last, I give space to this feeling that dominated my life for so many years: abandonment, rejection, betrayal, injustice, humiliation... Yes. They were my greatest companions... Until, at 39, I met a man. Though I only saw him once in person, I saw a powerful mirror in his eyes. He showed me my shadows, shattered the masks I used to justify my actions, the blindness of my heart, and the avoidance of feeling. Of living. I RENOUNCE IT! I renounce ancestral pain. I release the emotional burden of a false debt.I let go of the “shoulds.”I let go of my ancestors' silence.I let go of the pain of absence, betrayal, abandonment, rejection.I release the expectations others have placed upon me. I am grateful for their existence. I honor their lives.But I refuse to carry one more brick of pain, injustice, dissatisfaction, self-abandonment or complacency . THAT IS NOT LOVE! I BREAK THE LOYALTY TO THE FAMILY CLAN! I FREE MYSELF FROM THE CHAINS! I RELEASE THE PAIN TO THE UNIVERSE ! Now I promise myself to follow my own path. To be loyal to what I believe and think. Loyal to my emotions. Loyal to my essence. Because I am light and shadow in perfect harmony. The eternal dance between masculine and feminine, fire and water, yin and yang, the sacred and the profane. I am goddess and demon. I am manifestation. I am the verb. I am creator. SO IT IS SAID, SO IT IS DONE. If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love, Melissa – Seladriel

As I recall this dream, my heart begins to race. It fills with joy, love, vibrant energy, and a deep sense of wonder. I thank the Universe for such a beautiful gift. I also thank my ancestors and spiritual guides, because this dream left a profound imprint on my heart. In the dream, we were together — truly close for the first time. You wanted to be with me. You embraced me, and in your arms, I felt safe for the very first time. I felt loved, that embrace was warm and full of presence, and the kiss you gave me… it was beautiful. Holding hands with you and feeling that much love — it felt like a dream come true. It was such a gift to share moments by your side. I could feel your closeness, your love, your support. The little moments of complicity made me smile. I loved how we got into playful mischief together. We talked so naturally — something I’ve longed for. Working out with you in the dream made me laugh, and it was extraordinary to feel you open, even vulnerable. I’m grateful that you showed me my hidden fears around romantic relationships. At one point in the dream, we were in a classroom, like college students. I was sitting there waiting for you, and I began to feel anxious when you didn’t appear. My thoughts overwhelmed me — but then, I saw you walk past the classroom windows. In that instant, my soul returned to my body. I felt calm, healed, whole again. Your smile washed all my fears away. Hearing you speak Spanish — because you wanted to communicate with me — moved me deeply. Hearing your voice, seeing you comfortable in my presence… it was a blessing. Thank you (D.D.S) for such a sacred offering. Thank you for showing me what still needs healing. Thank you for reminding me of the love I carry — and that I deserve. If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love Melissa - Seladriel

"Click and enjoy the melody while you read me." They say that in a forgotten corner between worlds, there is a silent field where three doors rise:one red like fire,one white like the moon,and one violet like dreams.She who dares to choose awakens a path only her soul can recognize. A woman with ancient eyes chose the red door. As she crossed it, the field stretched before her like an open sigh.To her left, a lush tree watched her. In front of her, a full-length mirror reflected more than just an image: it was her pure energy, her luminous essence.An old woman dressed like a gypsy spoke to her heart: “Look closely. Recognize yourself. You are more than you believe.” As the mirror vanished, the sky began to turn the color of twilight. Sadness wrapped around her like a soft veil, and the old woman whispered: “Twilight is the threshold. Let die what has already fulfilled its cycle.” Night descended with its shadows and silence.The stars flickered like witnesses.The old woman handed her a torch and pointed to her chest: “Carry this flame within you. Illuminate your own path.” And so she did. She walked among shadows that no longer touched her, because they no longer belonged to her. They were old fears, memories from other times. She was now living fire. They crossed a forest and arrived at a lake. On the shore, many versions of herself—men and women—held bowls filled with a dark liquid. One by one, they poured it into the water. The surface turned thick and black…but at the center of the lake, a sphere of light began to spin,drawing in all that ancestral weight. The pain was transformed into a beam of light that rose to the universe. The old woman spoke with wise voice: “Look at yourself. You are the home.” The woman entered the lake naked and let herself be embraced by the light. She curled into a fetal position, and from her chest, golden threads connected to each one of her other versions. One by one, her selves became pillars of light returning to the Source. “You are not responsible for all,”  said the old woman. “Only for honoring your path.” And the woman, releasing guilt, felt peace. As she emerged from the lake, dawn was already coloring the sky. On the other shore, someone awaited her… But the old woman took her hand and said: “Do not look back. When the time is right, the paths will merge.” The woman nodded. She no longer needed certainties, nor endings. She walked with the light in her chest,and she knew that her true mission was this: To be a transmuter. Like the lotus flower, born of the mud, bearer of the sun. If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love: Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. Hello, my name is Melissa, I'm Panamanian, 42 years old, a lawyer by profession… until April 14, 2022, when I met my twin flame—and my life changed forever. With this brief introduction, I hope I’ve captured your attention... That day was April 14, 2022—Holy Thursday—around 10:00 a.m. when I received a WhatsApp message from a guy I had chatted with only once, a month before. Who would have thought that on that day of planetary alignment, destiny already had everything prepared! This 28-year-old guy invited me out. I turned him down because I already had plans to go shopping with my coworkers after work. Since we had a special schedule that day, I left the office at 12:00 p.m. and headed out with the girls. We had a lovely afternoon—I even remember ordering soup and some bread to eat. Then, while sitting on the bus home, I received another message from this mysterious guy (let’s call him D.D.S), insisting on meeting. I read the message but didn’t reply—I was really sleepy and decided to rest. When I got home, I received another message from him. This time, I replied and agreed to meet. Little did I know I was about to begin a deep spiritual awakening... That same evening, we met at a restaurant in the city. The moment I looked into his eyes, I felt my soul jump inside my body, and my heart began to race. We had dinner, and before we said goodbye, we shared a kiss. That kiss—though I wouldn’t realize it until much later—activated the clock of our healing journey. It’s now been three years since that moment. I haven’t seen him again, and we haven’t stayed in contact. The few times we did communicate, it was a divine disaster—but that’s normal in the twin flame journey. What really matters is the path I took after meeting him. My life changed. Like the Tower card in the Tarot, my world collapsed and burned to ashes—but that was necessary for my divine essence to emerge in this lifetime. After many dark nights of the soul, energy healing sessions, and psychological therapy, I discovered my life purpose. I’m now taking bold steps to show up in the world as an energy healer, tarot reader, channeler, holistic therapist, and twin flame. The purpose of this blog is to share my reflections throughout this path of spiritual growth and to reach those who—like I once did—feel lost and confused along the way. I’m here to help others find their path. I hope you feel safe in this space—full of love, compassion, and free of judgment. Welcome to my life. With love, Melissa - Seladriel If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.