Claire’s Journey
Welcome
🌿 From Chaos to Clarity: My Sacred Journey to the Divine
They say pain shapes us. But mine? It called me to the divine.
My story is not easy to tell. It begins with unspeakable loss—the death of my brother at the hands of my mother’s stalker when I was only two. A grief that shattered our family before I even understood the word.
At six, my body began to bear the weight of my soul’s journey. A chronic kidney condition, high blood pressure, and an early awareness of fragility. My parents—grieving, broken—became strangers to stability. One turned to substances, the other buried themselves in work. My home filled with over two dozen people throughout my childhood—helpers, wanderers, survivors like me—all under one roof with just three bedrooms and a single bathroom.
đź’” Loss After Loss, Trial After Trial
At seventeen, I lost my best friend—to violence. I spent ten harrowing days with her killer, only later to stand as the star witness in a trial that tested every thread of my being. During the stretch from age 17 to 19, I also endured major kidney surgery, welcomed new stepfamily from both my parents’ remarriages, and grieved a child I lost nearly six months into pregnancy.
I was cheated on, betrayed, and thrown into chaos—yet I kept standing beside the broken, holding space for those who needed light in their darkest hours. I became a mother. I became a wife. I went to college. I kept going.
🕊️ When Life Broke Again, Spirit Stepped In
Years passed. Then life fell apart again. My father died. My dog was poisoned. My husband of 20 years betrayed me. My child was hurting in ways I could barely process. And stress began to break down my body once more.
At my lowest… the divine came roaring in.
Like before, when I was seventeen and in danger, something powerful and protective returned. A voice. A presence. A force greater than anything I could understand.
This time, I didn’t run from it. I didn’t doubt it. I let it guide me.
🌟 The Angelic Realm: My Forever Compass
The gifts were always there. The connection to Jesus. The whispers from the angelic realm. But now, I live and breathe it. I rely on divine guidance not just for healing—but for every step I take.
I’ve turned what saved me into what I offer to others. Listening sessions. Spirit-led conversations. Sacred space for those trying to survive what no one else seems to understand.