Dezarae — from the depths,
to the highest of highs.

What follows, I'd rather tell you myself.

The third person felt right for an introduction. But the rest of this is too close to the heart to tell at arm's length. So — from here — it's just me.

Heartbreak, and the gift of depth.

My early twenties brought a great deal of heartbreak and trauma — the lowest of lows, the kind of darkness most people spend their whole lives avoiding. I lived inside it. I was crushed by it, swallowed by it, and somehow walked back out the other side. In time, that became the gift — an unusual capacity to sit with another soul in the very bottom of their grief, rage, shame, or despair, without any urge to fix or rush or look away. I can comfort people all the way down into those lower-end emotions, hold them while the feelings move through, and remind them — with the quiet authority of someone who has been there — that they will not stay there forever. I am living proof of that.

Years of talk therapy followed. Then, in my mid-twenties, the spiritual path opened. I learned to manifest — and I became an absolute master of it.

A life beyond my wildest dreams.

Multi-million-dollar homes around the world. An apartment aboard The World — the private residential ship that sails continuously around the globe. Living between countries, travelling without pause. By any external measure, I had arrived.

And yet — none of it brought the level of joy I had imagined it would. Little did I know, at the time, why. Why the unending pleasure and bliss of an out-of-this-world life simply was not landing. I had conquered the 3D — yes, conquered it — but my consciousness was still just that: trapped inside the 3D matrix and all of its limitations.

Sound, breath, and the call to facilitate.

With a long-standing love for quantum physics and string theory — the conviction that for every action, every outcome exists, across an infinite number of timelines — I felt the call to become a ascension guide. I trained as a sound healing practitioner, certified psychoactive guide, and breathwork ascension guide.

At first I did this only to deepen my own practice. But in facilitating, my own channel deepened in a way nothing else had offered. To hold space is to remain in Source — grounded, and connected, at once. From that vantage I could see clearly that every single thing I had ever experienced — every heartbreak, every height, every detour — had all been my soul's curriculum, preparing me, precisely, for this mission.

What psychedelic breathwork revealed.

Through years of inner work, including multiple psychedelic retreats, I had touched many states. Yet nothing brought the depth of healing — or the clarity of remembrance — that arrived through psychedelic breathwork.

Inherited misbeliefs, lodged deep in the psyche and in the DNA, began to surface. Subconscious patterns that had quietly looped for years dissolved. Ancestral imprints I did not know I carried could finally be released. The torus field cleared. A luminescent field began to stabilize around me.

And from that field — from a higher frequency of being — emotion could be met fully, in the moment, without distortion. Joy returned to the smallest things. Far beyond anything the ship, the homes, or the travel had ever offered.

What I now teach.

Joy, bliss, and presence are not waiting on the other side of another acquisition. They are available the moment we shed what was never ours to carry — the inherited stories, the residue in the field, the imprints in the DNA.

From there, the I AM Presence is recognized. The soul mission comes into view. The soul curriculum becomes legible. Alignment with Source becomes a way of living — grounded, embodied, and open to the higher dimensions of joy and love that have always been available.

This is the work I hold space for, in ceremony.