Truth and understanding don’t always arrive with clarity or grace. Sometimes they come crashing through disillusionment, grit, and fire. “Stripped to the bone” becomes more than metaphor… it becomes the sacred architecture of survival.
I didn’t plan to lose everything. I only planned to follow my intuition. But sometimes, divine alignment doesn’t come with a map. It comes with a compass. A collapse. Towers fall. Bridges burn. Shadows emerge from light.
It began with pain, grief, and a lifetime of unconfronted pieces of myself. I was at the peak of my second career and like the first, I walked away. Let it all fall. Closed the doors. Shut out the outside world. Turned inward to the windows of my soul.
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In 2019, I closed my healing practice, gave up my lease, and surrendered the life I had meticulously built. My daughter was grown and finding her way. And something deep in my bones, and in my guidance, said it was time. Time to let go. Time to prepare. The world was about to shift, and I could feel it. Not in headlines, but in frequency. A knowing was growing within me - one I couldn’t explain, and couldn’t ignore.
I didn’t want to release the familiar. The reliable. But the universe doesn’t always wait for our comfort. Sometimes it strips us of choice to put us on our path.
By 2021, I was on the road with a backpack, a few belongings, and no plan but to survive, learn, and listen. No cell signal. No power. No promises. No direction. Only day-by-day trust. Spirit over material.
I read physical maps. Cooked over fire. Slept in tents. And in my tiny car. I learned to listen to the elements, to the birdsongs, to the silence. The chirp of crickets and frogs became my nervous system’s lullaby.
I remembered my village ways. The body knew. The ancestors whispered. Friends and strangers came and went. Each of us wandering, witnessing, unschooling in the wonder of nature.
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What I didn’t know then was that I was being prepared to step into something far bigger than myself. I didn’t realize it yet, but I was about to walk onto stages I couldn’t imagine.
I would help put two people in prison. Testify for the FBI and the DOJ. Stand in courtrooms in unseen currents of deception, manipulation, and soul-warping agreements. A myriad of multidimensional worlds and uncomfortable truths tearing my heart open with tears forcing my eyes to see reality in the light of understanding.
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The future I was creating had to burn through foundations, so the future meant for me could find ground through the ash.
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As I sat barefoot on dirt floors and slept in my tent on Earth and soil, traversed oceans in boats to remote tiny islands, a Hollywood producer found me. Out of nowhere.
She’d stumbled across my ghostbusting story online and presented me with a possibility. A show. A true crime docuseries. I was intrigued.
And just like that, I was catapulted into a three-year whirlwind: developing a show based on my life as a psychic investigator, vibrational healer, systems engineer, and ghostbuster. Someone who straddled the world of light and shadow.
We filmed a sizzle reel in Los Angeles. It got pitched to the major networks.
The show didn’t land a full production deal, but it made it to the top desks. That alone was an accomplishment.
But what I saw behind the scenes? That was the real initiation.
The occult. The secrecy. The symbols I had seen in visions - there it was, everywhere. On the walls. Etched in architecture.
It was as if everything I had uncovered during the trial, in my ghostbusting work, in my years in Tech and Corporate, my forced marriage, my immigrant childhood, my spiritual awakenings… was mirrored in my journey.
I realized: my life wasn’t fragmented. It was interwoven.
The code. The courtroom. The spirits. The stories. The symbols. Lenses. Mirrors. Energy grids. AI. The islands I traversed. The miles I survived. The people being used, moved, manipulated. The souls harvested and forgotten.
Nomadic life showed me the truth: the matrix was more than a metaphor. And the only way out… was in.
All of it was connected. Alive. Part of the same circuit.
What seemed like chaos revealed a pattern. What felt like loss became a blueprint for vision.
This is the beginning of that story. Spirit. Technology. And the human touch that holds them both.
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Come with me. There’s more than one world here. And we walk between them.
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I thought I had lost everything. But the truth was, everything false had lost me.
The ruins weren’t the end. They were the entrance. One I would have to walk through every shadow to see.
I captured my journey in poetry. Flashes of verses came to me in moments along windy roads and windy wilderness.
I’d love to share with you the unraveling and understanding I’ve gained across these past years. Stay tuned and I’ll tell you the stories as reality breaks through the shadows.
Beyond the seen and scenes,
Darshana
Notes of a Ghostbuster
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