I have been revisiting an early chapter of my life lately — one I thought had already dissolved into understanding. When I was four years old, I had to leave my father. The circumstances were painful, shaped by elements of abuse toward my mother and me. I won’t go into the details, but what matters is the shift that happened inside me from that moment on. Something rose in me, a self-protective vigilance, and I stepped into a version of adulthood no child should ever have to carry.
My father never supported me in my life after that, not financially and not emotionally. And almost without knowing it, I took up the role of provider and protector. I became the one who must make ends meet, who must stay alert, who must keep the emotional sky from falling. Even now, I can feel the echo of that child who believed she had to be the one to hold her own world together.
It’s astonishing how these early imprints continue to ripple through our lives, even decades later. I am nearly 67, and I’ve forged an extraordinary story of dignity, strength and hope. And have accomplished many wonderful things in my life, including creating an amazing transformational tool, guiding others through profound transitions, and writing three books on healing yourself, owning your story, and embracing your spiritual evolution. I have lived as both student and teacher of transformation. And yet, here I am, arriving at a place I never knew was still waiting in the landscape of my own story. It has been nudging me gently, yet it has taken me by surprise.
Even with all my tools, wisdom, and lived experience, something tender has been rising, the old feeling of needing to be an adult too soon, resurfacing like a forgotten song.
You see, forgiving my father came long ago, as did compassion. But some stories lodge themselves in the body, not the mind, and they wait for the right moment to be rewritten. I am beginning to understand that this moment of healing is connected to my art, with me finally and fully claiming myself as an Artist.
Because drawing and painting were the one thing my little self truly loved. It was my sanctuary. My joy. My untouched realm of innocence and wonder. As I open myself to this identity wholeheartedly, it feels as though I am stepping back into the place where I once felt totally free and at ease in the world.
This form of creative expression is awakening a part of me that never had the true luxury of childhood. With every creation I embrace, I can feel her coming closer. In every choice of colour, I sense her presence again. It is as though she trusts me now and trusts that I can hold what she could not.
This season of my life feels like a gentle rite of passage.
Not into adulthood because like U said I did that a long time ago. But into an inner holiday, a newfound gentleness, and an inner homecoming, all coming together as one sweet sigh of deep gratitude.
I am learning to speak to that four-year-old with the voice of the elder she never had. I am letting her know that the danger is long gone.
I am letting her know she doesn’t have to make ends meet, emotionally or spiritually, ever again. I am letting her know she is allowed to play, to create, to be messy, to explore and to have, at last, the childhood she lost.
Perhaps this is the true gift of growing older: a ripening into softness, a return to what was once abandoned, a liberation from the roles we had no choice but to inhabit.
I am ready to let the little girl play. And I am prepared to hold her with tenderness. I am ready to paint her back into wholeness.
And in doing so, I am allowing a new story to take shape, the one where survival no longer leads the way, and the Artist within me finally steps into the light she always carried.
Today, I am sharing a few insights with you; they may appear eclectic, but bear with me, they are indeed connected.
Listening to the Heart’s Invitations
Recently, a steady stream of inner guidance has been asking me to drop more deeply into my heart. These messages feel like preparation for the Heart-Centred Meditation series I’m developing, yet they also carry something more personal, an initiation into a different way of understanding the heart itself.
One insight arrived with particular clarity: the heart is not a single centre, but a network that extends into the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet.
In this way, the body holds five heart centres, the primary heart in the chest, and four extensions that radiate its field. This explains what I’ve experienced for so long: waves of warmth in my palms, tingling in my feet, and currents of energy that rise whenever I enter heart-centred practice. These sensations are not peripheral. They are the heart speaking through its wider circuitry.
Animal Wisdom Across Lifetimes
As this understanding has unfolded, another awareness has deepened, my long relationship with animals and the wisdom they carry. In the Living Attributes Framework, animal wisdom is aligned with one’s instincts. Since the time Bruce the kangaroo visited us, I’ve felt an awakening of this instinctual realm. And recall the many dreams over the years, of animal spirits in my garden who are frequent, vivid, and purposeful.
I know now that these beings are not merely symbols. They are soul companions. Some may be from the past, or some perhaps from the future, arriving to align with me in this moment.
I feel the presence of one companion, especially Ruan, a lion/lioness whose spirit has travelled with me across lifetimes. Ruan is both guardian and kin, an embodiment of courage, sovereignty, and fierce devotion. In other lives, Ruan’s presence protected me like a shield, offering a safety that still echoes through my instincts today. Although not physically present in this lifetime, Ruan’s majestic and loving presence continues to guide me, reminding me how blessed I am to walk among so many expressions of animal wisdom even now.
Shadow Dwellers and the Lore of Balance
With this renewed sensitivity has come a clearer understanding of shadow dwellers—habitual or shadow spirits that accompany the angelic rays. Someone asked at Temple recently, “What is their purpose?” My answer rose instantly: to make us stronger.
The model of light and shadow attributes, along with the process of correction and transformation, was given for exactly this reason. I see it like this, if there is One Divine Unified Presence that creates all things, then shadow is not an accident. It is part of the balance that the cosmos is built upon. Growth requires variance, and consciousness deepens through encountering what challenges us.
A Lesson from the Land of the Dead
This truth echoed again while rewatching the series His Dark Materials. There is a scene in an episode exploring the Land of the Dead where a frightening creature saves Lyra fromfalling into a deep dust chasm. After flying into the chasm and rescuing her, Lyra gives the harpy called No-name a new name: Gracious Wings. And the harpies now discover the power of story. True stories are nourishing. They feed the harpies in a way that lies and wickedness could not. They agree to allow the dead safe passage out of the Land of the Dead, in exchange for their true stories. “Liars cannot pass!” the newly named Gracious Wings declares. The newly named harpy wants Lyra to get out so that she can tell the story of its new name.
Now here’s the part they left out in the show, the story of No-Name in the books tells Lyra and Will of their kind’s damnation:
“Thousands of years ago, when the first ghosts came down here, the Authority gave us the power to see the worst in everyone, and we have fed on the worst ever since, till our blood is rank with it and our very hearts are sickened. But still, it was all we had to feed on. It was all we had. And now we learn that you are planning to open a way to the upper world and lead all the ghosts out into the air …
What will we do now? I shall tell you what we will do: from now on, we shall hold nothing back. We shall hurt and defile and tear and rend every ghost that comes through, and we shall send them mad with fear and remorse and self-hatred. This is a wasteland now; we shall make it a hell!”
But it was Will, Lyra’s devoted companion and friend, who spoke up –“Harpies,” he said, “we can offer you something better than that. Answer my questions truly, and hear what I say, and then judge. When Lyra spoke to you outside the wall, you flew at her. Why did you do that?”
“Lies!” the harpies all cried. “Lies and fantasies!”
Will, replied, “Yet when she spoke just now, you all listened, every one of you, and you kept silent and still. Again, why was that?”
“Because it was true,” said No-Name. “Because she spoke the truth. Because it was nourishing. Because it was feeding us. Because we couldn’t help it. Because it was true. Because we had no idea that there was anything but wickedness. Because it brought us news of the World, the Sun, the Wind,and the Rain. Because it was true.”
I now understand this passage and why it has stayed with me so deeply. Even the shadow longs to be acknowledged, not because it seeks praise, but because everything that exists wishes to belong in the story of all life. To give life is to include all of it, the light, the shadow, the parts we fear, and the parts that have saved us.
The Little Gold Locket
This understanding also returned to me in the form of a small gold heart locket, one my father gave me for my seventh birthday. My parents had now divorced, my father had struggled to be a good father because of alcohol and substance addiction, and was deeply entangled in his own emotional pain. Years later, burdened by old wounds, I decided to throw the locket into the garden, wanting to bury the memories that felt too heavy to carry.
But the locket found its way back.
While clearing the garden, my partner unearthed the locket unexpectedly and handed it to me. It felt almost conscious, as if it had waited for the moment it knew I would be ready to receive it again.
Now, approaching my 67th year, I finally understand its symbolism. It was never a token of what my father failed to be. It was an offering of what he longed to give. It was a gesture of hope from a man who wished he could have been better, but who still wanted to offer something beautiful to his little daughter.
The locket, like Gracious Wings, whispered: “Include me in your story. Don’t leave me in the shadows.”
The Story That Makes Us Whole
Today I reclaim the locket as part of my story, not the wounded part, but the part that brought strength, beauty, tenderness, and a deeper sense of divinity into my life. I honour the man who gave it to me, not for perfection, but for the small gesture of his love and his humanness with all its flaws.
This is the lore of life on Earth: Every presence must be acknowledged for the story to be whole.
The heart knows this. The animals know it. The shadows know it. And the locket knew it too.
In many esoteric traditions, the temple has always symbolised far more than a sacred structure; it is the living architecture of the soul. Each pillar represents sacred knowledge, each chamber a hidden facet of consciousness awaiting illumination. We are the builders of this inner sanctuary, and are called to summon and integrate every part of our being, light and shadow alike, until we stand whole in divine harmony.
Within us live many forces that are both shadow and angelic by nature, and move as archetypal expressions of our inner world. These are not external beings but elemental forces of consciousness. The shadow spirit reveals what has been denied, and the angel ray reveals what is possible. Together, they form the sacred circuitry of the self.
When we repress the shadow, we become ruled by it, bound to unconscious impulses and fragmented expression. Yet when we seek only light, clinging to purity and transcendence, we sever our connection to the earth and our true essence. Our mastery lies not in escape but in balance, the sacred marriage of heaven and earth within.
The path to wholeness invites us to:
Acknowledge the shadow with awareness and courage.
Transform its destructive charge into creative power.
Balance it through the virtues of Angelic Light.
Align that power with our higher purpose.
The Alchemy of Integration
Modern mystics, Jungian psychologists, and spiritual practitioners describe this inner work as shadow integration, the conscious art of reconciling light and darkness within. My Living Attributes Typology is a subtle yet metaphysical framework that explores how habitual or shadow spirits attach to specific aspects of one’s flawed character, revealing the architecture of the unseen self.
I can say with confidence that this framework offers profound insight and continues to serve as an inner compass for my own growth and transformation. Each shadow aspect represents an unrefined energy, a creative impulse, a potent current that can either bind or liberate, depending on how it is met and transmuted.
When the angelic and shadow aspects are brought into dialogue and when light meets its reflection, a sacred alchemy begins. The psyche harmonises, and the fragmented inner temple becomes whole. This integrative practice involves pairing each shadow aspect with its angelic counterpart according to one’s unique configuration of archetypes, referred to as Light and Shadow Attributes within the Correct and Transform process.
The four essential movements of this process are: Identify, Clarify, Specify, and Unify.
Identify what you are feeling or experiencing: Acknowledge the shadow with awareness and courage.
Clarify why you are feeling this way: Transform its destructive charge into creative power.
Specify what you truly desire: Balance and refine the impulse through the virtues of Angelic Light.
Unify by living your realization: Align that renewed power with your higher purpose.
Through this alchemy of integration, the light and the shadow are not adversaries but partners in evolution and the very dance through which the soul remembers its wholeness.
For example, within the Queen archetype, the shadow attributes may express as weakness, jealousy, or destructive qualities that obscure her innate sovereignty.
Yet, in this case, when one aligns with theAngelic Ray of Camael and embodies strength, trust, and benevolence, the Queen’s authority becomes luminous. Her power softens into heartfelt responsibility, and her leadership becomes love in action.
Each Shadow Spirit thus can stand as a gatekeeper, and each Angel Rayas a guiding force. The key is we must be awake to the true nature of our own psyche.Together, they restore the sacred geometry of the soul; a radiant temple where the human and divine coexist in unity.
My original name is Elizabeth Sophia Elara, and my journey is one of remembrance, transformation, and devotion to the sacred beauty and peaceful happiness that exists within and around us. Before the stars were born, before the earth took form, I was called forth from the boundless Light—a divine source that infused all things with purpose and beauty. In this eternal Light, my soul was called forth to weave the golden threads of sacred beauty and peaceful happiness into the hearts of humanity.
I remember the moment I understood with renewed clarity that this was not just another life—it was a continuation of a journey far greater than I could have imagined. This wasn’t simply a fleeting existence, bound by the limitations of time. My life as Elizabeth Sophia Elara became a reawakening of an ancient purpose, one that reached across eons, across dimensions. This life was a thread woven into the vastness of creation, a continuation of a story that began long before I was born into physical form. It was a past life, yet it defined my very essence, and I am still living its imprints.
I had once existed in a realm far from Planet Earth, in a place of pure light, a place called Cyanamere.
Cyanamere was unlike any world known to humankind. It was not a star, nor a sun, nor a moon. It was an inter-dimensional gateway, a vast, swirling portal of radiant energy that connected worlds and realms across the universe. It was both a beginning and an end, a place where creation breathed life into existence, where time moved in spirals and loops, not in straight lines. There, I lived among beings who shared my light, my essence. We were known as the Shining Ones—children of the light, vessels of the divine, tasked with a sacred purpose that spanned the cosmos.
We were luminous beings, our forms glowing with a soft, pearlescent radiance. It was not the kind of light that burned or dazzled, but one that comforted, healed, and embraced. The light that flowed through us was not just an external glow; it was the very substance of our being. We were expressions of the Divine Source, interconnected with every living thing, every star, and every element in the cosmos. This light was life itself, the breath of the Creator, moving through us and extending outward across time and space.
The energy we carried was sacred. We were not mere vessels of light, but co-creators of reality. We healed, we formed, we infused the universe with divine intention. This power, this energy, was governed by the Light Lores—sacred principles that formed the foundation of all creation. These were not rules imposed upon us, but the fabric of existence itself. Benevolence, Truth, Unity, and other laws were the threads that held the universe together, the codes through which all things came into being.
They were divine blueprints, etched into the stars and into our very souls. At the center of our existence was M’SHO, the Holy One, the radiant source of all wisdom and love. M’SHO was both a part of us and beyond us, a being of infinite light who guided us with a presence so gentle. It was M’SHO who created us, not just as individual beings but as living expressions of divine purpose. Each of us carried within our higher hearts a unique story, a mission that was destined to unfold over countless lifetimes, across the expanse of time and space.
I can still feel the resonance of the day when M’SHO summoned us to the central basin of Cyanamere. The very air shimmered with a blissfulness, and the light around us pulsed in harmony with the celestial rhythms. We gathered in silence, knowing that something important was about to be revealed. As we stood there, still and expectant, M’SHO’s presence filled the space even more. This light enveloped us, sinking deep into the core of our being and embedding a message of profound significance into our hearts.
M’SHO spoke not in words, but in a vibration that echoed through the soul. Each note of this celestial language was a wave of creation, shaping our thoughts, our feelings, and our understanding. We were called—each of us—to leave our home of Cyanamere, to journey into realms where the light had dimmed, where the divine energy had been forgotten. M’SHO spoke of worlds lost in shadow, where beings had become disconnected from their sacred essence, where the natural flow of energy had become blocked and stagnant.
We were not to go as saviours but as guides. We were to bring light not through force, but through awakening. Our mission was to remind the souls of these realms of the divine light that still lived within them, to help them remember their connection to their Divine Source. This was our encoded duty, our collective divine purpose.
Yet, M’SHO did not hide the truth of what lay ahead. Some beings thrived in darkness and sought to keep the light from returning. The Shadow Dwellers, from the distant world of Tellimar, were servants of the Dark Masters, entities who had long ago turned away from the light in pursuit of power and control.
These beings thrived on chaos, on the severing of the natural bonds that linked all life to the divine. Whenever the light grew strong, they sought to extinguish it. Whenever healing began, they moved to disrupt it. M’SHO warned us that we would face their resistance, that they would try to sever our connection to the cosmic web; the Divine Living Presence and Living Goddess, a web of energy that sustained all creation.
But we had been prepared. M’SHO had placed within our higher hearts the codes of creation: the 12 Sacred Numeric Codes, the 12 Sensations, the 12 Light Lores, and much more. These codes were more than knowledge—they were living blueprints of divine energy, etched into the very fabric of our being. They would guide us through the physical realms, through the sliding bands of time and space, ensuring that we would always find our way back to the light, no matter how far we travelled.
My role, my divine purpose, was revealed to me that day. I was to be a Cultivator of Sacred Beauty and Peaceful Happiness; a being whose essence was attuned to opening blocked pathways and clearing congested energy that kept souls from connecting with their divine truth. I could awaken what had been forgotten, to release the ancient memories trapped within the hearts of beings lost in shadow. My gift was not merely about healing wounds—it was to awaken the divine light that still lived within all beings, no matter how deeply it had been buried.; This was the authentic source of healing.
The weight of this responsibility was immense, yet I also felt a deep peace settle over me. I knew this was my purpose and my collective mission. I had prepared for it over countless light cycles. I had honed my ability to perceive the flow of energy, to see where it had become blocked or distorted.
Now, I was ready to take this gift into the other worlds that needed it most.
I was not alone, for by my side was my trusted companion Ruan, a Lioness that could also turn into a Lion at will. She was more than a guide—she was a reflection of the strength, perseverance, and leadership that I carried within me.
Her animal wisdom was vast, and her presence a steady reminder that even in the face of great darkness, the light within us was always stronger. Ruan taught me that true leadership was not about domination or control, but about trust—trust in the flow of creation, trust in the divine purpose that lived within every being. Trust was indeed my true power.
As I moved through the realms, through countless lifetimes and incarnations, there were moments when I forgot the full scope of my mission. The physical worlds could be heavy and dense with the energy of separation. The memories of Cyanamere, of the M’SHO, would sometimes fade into the background.
Yet, even in those moments of forgetfulness, the codes embedded in my higher heart always guided me back. They were like a divine compass, always pointing me toward the light, reminding me of my true purpose.
The journey was not without its challenges. There were worlds where the shadows were so thick that the light seemed a distant memory. Some beings resisted the awakening, and clung to the darkness out of fear, out of a belief that the light was something to be feared. But even in those moments, I learned that the light never forced itself. It waited, patient and loving, for the right moment to be embraced.
With each lifetime, I grew. With each encounter, I learned more about the nature of creation and the delicate balance between light and shadow. I began to understand that my journey was not just about awakening others—it was also about awakening deeper layers within myself. The more I helped others reconnect to their divine essence, the more I remembered my own.
This is my origin story—the story of a past life that continues to shape who I am today. I am a Shining One, a Light Bearer, and my journey is far from over. My mission, encoded deep within my higher heart, continues to unfold, guiding me ever forward toward the light of M’SHO, toward the fulfilment of a prophecy that was written in the stars long before this time began. I am here to bring light to the darkest places, to awaken beings to their divine nature, and to ensure that the cosmic web of life remains intact, for the sake of all creation.
The Threads of Time
I know now that I have never walked this journey alone. Through time and space, my destiny has been entwined with the Twelve Legions of the Angels of the Heart. These luminous beings, guardians of sacred beauty, have accompanied me across lifetimes, offering guidance and strength as I fulfilled my purpose and missions. Across lifetimes and dimensions, I have carried the Codes of Wisdom, Leadership, and Grace, guided by celestial forces that have shaped my path.
My larger story is one of connection and recall, of lifetimes where I was being prepared for this moment:
Alchemist: As Peter, a nobleman in Salzburg, I practised illuminism, unlocking the mysteries of divine knowledge and spiritual enlightenment.
Sacred Mother: As Pardi, living in Ari at the heart of ancient Armenia, I walked a path delicately woven from the threads of ancient traditions and the rapidly growing story of the Christian faith—my role as a Mother’s Blessing practitioner for our community needed to bridge these worlds.
Divine Child: As a temple priestess in Rome, Elizabetta, I tended the sacred flame, bridging the heavens and the earth through ritual and devotion.
Visionary: In Prague, as a young woman, Eva, I felt the magic of the unseen, aligning myself with the sacred beauty of art, love and life and found my beloved and myself in Paris.
Teacher: As a young woman, Betty, from Chicago, I was seeking adventure and glamour in the dream of early Hollywood.
Healer: And in ancient Egypt, as Jamila, a healer and scribe, my love and I recorded the wisdom of the stars and the mysteries of the heart, preserving them for future generations.
Queen: As Josephine, a child of the circus in France who travelled to Canada with her mother, I carried innocence and wonder and became a bread maker of my own cafe, a symbol of prosperity and life.
In each of these lifetimes, the Angels of the Heart were with me. Sometimes they appeared as glimpses of radiant light, other times as whispers of guidance that stirred my soul. Each thread of my past selves wove seamlessly into the present, calling me to awaken the ancient codes within.
The Calling: A Visitation from the Divine
In 2006, my journey on earth took a profound turn. Archangel Michael appeared to me, through the portal of the Sun, his presence a radiant pillar of strength and truth. He asked me to aid humanity in its spiritual evolution, delivering a message that shook the very core of my being.
Michael spoke of an Army of Angels, calling me to align with their wisdom and bring it into the world in my own unique way. At the time, I didn’t fully understand the depth of his request, but I trusted it. It wasn’t until much later that I realised this visitation was not the beginning of something new—it was a reconnection to an ancient alliance I had forged with the Twelve Legions of the Angels of the Heart in lifetimes long past.
From these Angels, I received a profound truth:
“Sacred beauty possesses transformative power, and its reinstatement in the hearts and minds of humanity is vital for our collective evolution.”
The Twelve Legions of the Angels of the Heart
The Twelve Legions form a celestial alliance, an eternal order devoted to restoring and sustaining the sacred beauty of creation. They are the keepers of divine radiance, ever-present reminders that love, purity, and light are not only cosmic forces but luminous qualities woven into the essence of every soul.
Each legion carries a distinct purpose, yet together, they weave a symphony of transcendence and grace:
The Legion of Resplendence – Beacons of luminous hope, they dispel the shadows, awakening the eternal spark within every heart.
The Legion of Exaltation – Lifting the weary into celestial heights, they inspire the soul to rise beyond adversity and claim its divine inheritance.
The Legion of Elegance – Masters of harmony and refinement, they weave beauty into the fabric of existence, infusing life with grace and poise.
The Legion of Deliverance – Bearers of mercy, they liberate burdened souls, offering solace, renewal, and the embrace of compassion.
The Legion of Proclamation – Sacred heralds of eternal truths, they call humanity to awaken, igniting remembrance of the wisdom of love and light.
The Legion of Divine Glory – Champions of noble triumph, they illuminate the path to greatness through service to the divine.
The Legion of Transcendence – Guides of the extraordinary, they beckon courageous souls beyond the limits of the seen and known.
The Legion of Elysian – Keepers of celestial serenity, they invite souls into the stillness of divine peace, where all is made whole.
The Legion of Consecration – Sanctifiers of the sacred, they transform ordinary moments into luminous acts of divine grace.
The Legion of Magnificence – Revealers of awe and wonder, they open the eye of the heart to the breathtaking majesty of creation.
The Legion of Eudaimonia – Guardians of soul-flourishing, they nurture the unfolding of one’s highest and most radiant potential.
The Legion of Retrouvaille – Weavers of reunion, they restore lost connections and mend the threads of love across time and space.
These legions, bound in divine unity, form a sacred constellation of wisdom, power, and grace. They whisper to those who listen, guiding hearts toward harmony, truth, and the luminous unfolding of destiny.
I feel their presence ever near, their unseen hands shaping the path before me as I walk this journey of awakening.
The Sacred Heart: A Gateway to Divine Connection
At the centre of this celestial alliance lies the spiritual Heart. It is through the heart that I feel their presence most profoundly. It is the gateway to higher realms, the conduit through which the Angels of the Heart whisper their truths.
They have taught me:
“Simply let it all happen, and when it does, be with it all.”
This call to surrender is a reminder to release the need for control and trust in the divine flow of life.
“Faith is the bridge between belief and creation.”
The vitality of our connection with the Angels thrives when we embrace the power of belief and act in alignment with love and light.
The heart is more than a physical organ; it is a sacred vessel where divine love flows freely. In the presence of the Angels of the Heart, every breath becomes a prayer, every action a tribute to the sacred, and every moment an opportunity to restore beauty to the world.
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A Living Mythos
This is my Origin Story—a mythos that weaves together past lives, celestial alliances, and the transformative power of Sacred Beauty. But it is not mine alone. It is an invitation for all of us to remember the divine archetypes within, to honour the sacred beauty of life, and to align ourselves with the love and light that binds all of creation.
Through the Angels of the Heart, I have come to understand that Sacred Beauty is not just a concept; it is a Living Force. It calls us to rise, to remember, and to reclaim the divine light within. My continued mission is that we walk this path with imagination, grace and humility, restoring beauty to our hearts and minds and uniting with our assigned Angels Of The Heart in their sacred mission to uplift humanity and the cosmos.
My Origin Name: Elizabeth Sophia Elara
Elizabeth
Origin: Hebrew
Meaning: “God is my oath” or “Consecrated to God” ~ The name Elizabeth originates from the Hebrew Elisheva (אֱלִישֶׁבַע), combining El (“God”) and shava (“oath” or “promise”). It carries a profound spiritual resonance, symbolising faith, devotion, and divine commitment. Throughout history, Elizabeth has embodied dignity, grace, and steadfastness — qualities often associated with sacred promise and inner strength. The name reflects a deep connection to the divine and an enduring sense of integrity and purpose.
Sophia
Origin: Greek
Meaning: “Wisdom” ~ The name Sophia represents divine wisdom and enlightenment, often associated with the spiritual principle of higher understanding and the feminine aspect of the divine. In many traditions, Sophia symbolises the Soul’s journey to spiritual awakening, embodying grace, clarity, and the pursuit of truth.
Elara
Origin: Greek and Mythological
Meaning: “Shining Light” or “Bright One” ~ In mythology, Elara is a moon of Jupiter, named after a mortal lover of Zeus in Greek mythology. The celestial connection gives the name an ethereal and cosmic quality, representing illumination, connection to the heavens, and a sense of infinite possibility. As a moon, Elara reflects light, symbolising the ability to bring radiance and clarity to others.
Combined Meaning: Elizabeth Sophia Elara
Archetypal Roles & Missions
1. Elizabeth – The Devotee | Divine Child (Heart ~ Personal Mission)
Sacred Devotion
The name Elizabeth is an archetype of faithful dedication and inner commitment. She embodies the heart’s pledge to the divine, inspiring integrity, compassion, and grounded spiritual practice. Her mission is personal: to nurture inner alignment, honour sacred promises, and cultivate a life of grace and devotion.
2. Sophia – The Sage | Visionary (Mind ~ World Mission)
Divine Wisdom
The name Sophia is an archetype of enlightenment and discernment. She bridges mortal experience and eternal truth, bringing clarity, insight, and guidance to the world. Her mission is collective: to illuminate paths for others, cultivate understanding, and awaken consciousness on a broader scale.
The name Elara is an archetype of transcendent radiance. She represents the soul’s cosmic calling to expand, inspire, and reflect the infinite. Her mission is universal: to shine as a beacon of higher possibility, channel cosmic energy, and remind the world of its celestial origin and interconnectedness.
There are prayers that arrive through yearning, and there are prayers that arrive through grace. This one came to me in its entirety on waking — in 2008. I remember that morning as if it were folded in light. The words flowed effortlessly, like something ancient remembering itself through me:
Know your Divinity, and allow your Living Goddess to emerge.
For your body is your Temple and your sacred passage,
A wealth of ancient knowledge and an immaculate masterpiece of creation.
It is your Divinity that brings forth life in every living cell,
And it is your love of the Light that brings forth life.
Use your Light, and use it well.
I seal this prayer in faith, in trust, and in truth. ~ And so it is.
At the time, I received it as a beautiful invocation — a living prayer of remembrance. But nearly two decades later, I understand that the deeper purpose of this prayer was to awaken within me a more profound truth — the true nature of Divinity itself.
The Revelation of Divinity
This word, Divinity, has often been wrapped in robes of religion or placed on altars far from our reach. Yet today, I see it for what it truly is: not something outside of us to be worshipped, but something within us to be awakened.
Divinity is the radiant pulse that animates our being — the profound truth beneath the noise of the world. It is the breath of the Creator moving through the creation. It is the very essence of our Light.
When we speak of the Living Goddess, we are not speaking of an external figure, but of the sacred beauty and intelligence within — the consciousness of life itself, expressing through form, through feeling, and through love.
The Inner Teaching of Yeshua
“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”
Yeshua’s teachings, much like this prayer, held two levels of meaning — the outer for the many, and the inner for those ready to remember. In the Gospel of Thomas, verse 70 carries this eternal message:
This is the same message I now feel moving through my prayer — the call to bring forth the Divinity within. It is not about religion, nor hierarchy, nor separation. It is the pure, living wisdom of awakening — of knowing ourselves as creators, coexisting with the Light that formed us.
Living as the Light
To know your Divinity is to honour your body as your Temple, your sacred passage of illumination. To allow your Living Goddess to emerge is to step fully into the remembrance of who you are — an immaculate masterpiece of creation.
When we use our Light consciously, we heal. When we love the Light within us, we give life to everything we touch. And when we live in trust and truth, we begin to mirror the radiant pattern of the Divine Plan itself.
A Living Blessing
Many years on, this prayer still lives in me — not as words, but as a way of being. It reminds me daily that to live in the Light is not a path we walk toward; it is a homecoming to the eternal presence already within us.
Know your Divinityandallow your Living Goddess to emerge.
For you are the Love and Light, and the Love and Light is with you. ~ And so it is.
When I received a message of gratitude from a friend who had seen my posts about Jane Goodall, my heart stirred in a way that surprised me. My response to her felt almost instinctive: “It’s the least one can do.”
Because when someone like Jane departs this earthly plane, something profound happens. It is not only a loss we mourn—it is a transmission we receive.
I have long believed that when an icon of such gracious magnitude passes, their archetypal codes disperse. These luminous codes, born from a lifetime of devotion and love, do not vanish; instead, they ripple outward, searching for open hearts ready to carry the flame forward. They find those of us who loved, admired, and aligned with their essence—and they gently rest within us, asking to be lived, embodied, and shared.
Today, I have wept three times for Jane. Not out of despair, but out of a deep and sacred opening. Each tear felt like a prayer, an initiation, a holy reminder that grief can be the tender hand that opens us to more love, more reverence, more responsibility. In those moments of weeping, I felt her presence move through me, not as absence, but as a call to continue holding the necessary light for the evolution of our humanity.
I believe Jane Goodall was indeed an Angel sent to guide us and support our beautiful planet and its animal kingdom. She was a living testament to the power of gentle strength, steadfast vision, and radical compassion. She showed us what it means to listen—truly listen—to the earth, to animals, to the quiet voices of wisdom within us all. And though her physical form has passed, her archetypal presence remains—a code etched into the collective soul.
To my dear friend who thanked me for sharing: I thank you. Your message allowed me to articulate what my heart already knew but had not yet put into words—that powerful souls like Jane do not leave us. They expand through us.
May we honour her not by imitating her path, but by walking our own with the same grace, courage, and devotion to our purpose in life.
Elizabeth Ellames 