It’s the 26th of January, 2025, and I am sitting in a little cafe overlooking the River Ganges somewhere in Rishikesh, India, and something has told me it is time my story be told.

So here I am, allowing myself to be vulnerable in the hopes someone, somewhere finds what they need here in these words.

2025 is the year that we refuse to accept any belief that is keeping us from stepping into our true power. The world is waiting for our light. We shall rise together. The entire Universe is conspiring to support us in all of our endeavours.

2025, you are our year.