For much of my spiritual journey, I was taught that the ego was the enemy. It was described as the barrier between who I was and who I could become. The obstacle standing between human consciousness and something higher. Something purer. Something more enlightened. For centuries, spiritual traditions have offered countless paths to transcend it, overcome it, dissolve it, or leave it behind altogether. And for years, I tried. I tried to heal it, tame it, outgrow it, and sometimes even silence it. I viewed it as the part of myself that needed fixing before I could become more spiritual. Until one day, something shifted. Perhaps it was years of studying Astroshamanism. Perhaps it was simply growing older. Perhaps it was the quiet wisdom that only arrives after enough inner battles have exhausted us. But I began to question the very idea that I was supposed to be at war with myself. Because the more I looked, the more I realised that the ego is not some dark force lurking inside us. It is

Searching for the Eternal Within What is the soul? Perhaps this is one of the oldest questions humanity has ever asked. Long before science, before philosophy, before religion took shape, human beings stood beneath the night sky, watched life appear and disappear, and wondered what invisible force animated it all. What is it that looks through our eyes? What is it that says I? What survives when the body grows silent? Every tradition has tried to answer this mystery. Some describe the soul as an invisible energy permeating all things, a subtle essence moving through life itself. Others say it is the eternal part of us that survives death and carries memory from one lifetime to another. Some separate soul and consciousness entirely, suggesting that consciousness merely observes while the soul remembers. Others argue that consciousness itself is fundamental and everything else emerges from it. And yet, despite centuries of teachings and countless books, the mystery remains untouched. For

Welcome. I’m truly glad you’re here. Life has always fascinated me — not simply because of where it takes us, but because of how it moves. Looking back, I think many of us realise that life rarely unfolds in straight lines. We imagine clear roads, fixed destinations, and carefully arranged plans. Yet somehow life often chooses another path entirely. It arrives through seasons. Through unexpected endings and quiet beginnings. Through moments of certainty, and moments where everything feels suspended between what was and what is yet to come. And perhaps that is why I was drawn toward astrology. Not because I wanted certainty. But because I wanted understanding. Because beneath the visible world, I always sensed there was something else moving quietly underneath everything — rhythms, patterns, invisible tides, and cycles that seemed to shape our lives in ways we often only understand much later. Like the moon moving the oceans, life too seems to move through currents we cannot always see.