There Was a Knock at My Door. But No One Was There.

— Spiritual Dreams, Stuck Souls & the Return of the Priestess.

It started with a feeling, a heaviness in the air as I drove home late at night, just after leaving a friend’s place. The streets were quiet, but something felt off. Then he appeared, the man on the motorcycle, aggressive, chaotic, trying to dominate the road. I didn’t back down, I refused to be bullied, I stood my ground.

That’s when it hit me; A weight like a force landed in my right leg. I could barely lift it off the gas. My body knew something before my mind caught up.

He followed me all the way home, and even though security stopped him at the gate, the fear didn’t ease up. It followed me in, sat with me, watched me watch the street from my window....

And then the knocking began.

Faint, polite, even. I ignored it. I don’t get spooked easily. I’ve always believed the night has a right to live — wood creaks, wind whistles, let it be.

But it happened again. And again. On the fourth occasion, the knock came from a different door. Closer. I was in that space between sleep and waking when I saw her, a figure moving softly toward my crystal altar.

And in that moment, I knew: There was someone in my home.

Not an intruder. Not a thief. A presence. A soul....

This woman — this soul — had died violently and suddenly at the hands of the man I’d stood up to that night. She hadn’t crossed over. And when I refused to shrink back, she clung to me because I felt safe to her.

This is the forgotten work of the priestess.

The tending of the in-between.

The guiding of the stuck.

The unseen labor of soul work.

For millennia, priestesses, mediums, and dreamers held this role in society — trusted interpreters of the dreamspace, keepers of portals, midwives of transitioning souls; incoming and outgoing. But through colonization, religious control, and the brutal witch hunts, this sacred feminine order was systematically erased. And with it, society lost its direct relationship to Spirit, to energy, to the subtle realms that hold our sanity and soul in balance. Today, the cost is everywhere: emotional chaos, psychic fragmentation, ancestral trauma repeating on loop.

And yet — we are returning.The dreams are waking us because the veil is thin again.

In this episode of The Power Within, I share what really happened that night — and why paying attention to your dreams is no small thing. Dreams are the threshold, the soft entry point into a realm we were always meant to know, to master...

This remembrance is not aesthetic. It is structural. Necessary. It’s time to rebuild what was dismantled. The priestesses must return to hold down the fort.

Your dreams are knocking. Are you listening?

Listen now