I survived a great trial that culminated in my monumental transformation—what I now understand was a spiritual awakening.  At the time, I had no idea what was happening. What unfolded was a complete unravelling of my life. I lost everything: my glittering career in the fashion industry, my home, my family, my wealth, and my dignity. I spent two years confined indoors, enduring excruciating mental and physical pain. No one could help me—not medical professionals, not the church, nor holistic practitioners, all of whom were called to my aid but to no avail.

It wasn’t until I returned to Jamaica, the land of my birth, that my journey toward healing began. There, I met a young Rastafarian who introduced me to the Great Spiritual Healer, Bongo, and his wife, Mrs. Wilson. They gave me refuge in their compound at Zion Hill, in the Parish of St. Mary. Under their guidance, I began to understand what had happened to me. I learned that I possessed spiritual gifts, though nothing made complete sense at the time. I was still piecing together my experiences while undergoing a profound healing ritual that the great Bongo had designed specifically for me.

The ritual involved fire, rum, and chanting, in a language that I had not heard before. I remember vividly the moment I was brought back into my body after two years of immense suffering. It was as though a dark cloud had been lifted from my entire being. The morning after, I stood on the veranda of my (deceased) great-grandparents’ house and saw a butterfly—the most beautiful one I had ever seen. I hadn’t seen a butterfly since leaving Jamaica as a child. Its vivid colours of orange, blue, black, with hints of pink, shimmered in the sunlight. Its wings, scalloped like the finest Chantilly lace, were mesmerising.

In that moment, I realised the significance of its presence. The butterfly’s appearance was no coincidence—it was a purposeful sign from my ancestors and guides, a symbol of the metamorphosis I was undergoing. It represented my transformation, my healing, and the life that awaited me.

As I write this on December 29, 2024, I fully embrace my purpose and the gifts I have been given as a channeler and healer, connected to a source far greater than myself. I now understand why I am here—to serve.

My humble gratitude to The Higher ones of Light, My Children Kai and Nia, My Mother Gloria Rose, My Sister Janet Rose, Mr (Ivanhoe Wilson) Bongo, Mrs Winifred Wilson, Professor Fermi Bogle-Assegai, Brenda Barkel and Kofi Allen.