1#My Journey Into the Unknown: From Searching to Awakening

I have always been fascinated by mystery. Already in my teenage years, when others thought about parties and friends, I immersed myself in books that spoke of hidden worlds. They weren’t ordinary books—they were keys to the unknown.

I was always drawn to questions: what lies beyond the visible world? What hidden forces govern our lives?

The more I read, the more the answers slipped away from me. It became my habit—to search. To search for passion, for direction, for that one thing that would make my eyes shine. These searches lasted for almost twenty years. I experimented with different practices, meditated, journaled my insights, and cared for myself daily—as if piecing together a huge puzzle that was still missing its central piece. I longed for something greater, something intangible—the meaning of my life.

For a long time, I believed it was enough to “think positive.” But soon I realized: sometimes “positive thinking” is nothing more than a thin curtain hiding our shadows. I didn’t see mine. I didn’t even know they existed. Meanwhile, life spun like a hamster wheel—work, obligations, routine. Busyness gave me the illusion that everything was fine, while deep inside a voice whispered: *“This is not all that you are.”

Slowly it became clear that I had completed one cycle of growth. To move further, transformation was needed. Not another practice, not another “motivational phrase,” but real inner reconstruction. And life took care of that.

One day. One moment. And my everyday life was turned upside down. I met my soul connection—though at the time, I didn’t realize it. What seemed like a random encounter turned into a destiny-shaping moment. It was like a powerful current that swept me away from the familiar shore and carried me in an entirely new direction. This meeting was like a mirror: it reflected back to me my fears and blocks, but also the strength that had been sleeping within me. Emotions came in waves: pain, tears, joy, euphoria, silence… And it was exactly there that my true transformation began.

I began peeling myself like an onion—layer by layer. Emotion after emotion, belief after belief. To face my limitations, to meet my ego, and to learn to love it rather than reject it. It was painful like surgery for the soul and at the same time intoxicating—because there, beneath all the masks, I encountered unconditional love. A love that breaks, but also heals. A love that strips away the veil of illusion and says: *“Look truth in the eyes.”*

This stage wasn’t a polished Instagram snapshot. It was raw. And that made it valuable.

It was during this inner awakening that I felt—“positive thinking” was no longer enough. I needed a tool that wasn’t afraid of shadows. A language that spoke even when words fell silent. And here, at the very beginning of this path, a word flashed in my mind for the first time—a word that soon would become a bridge to the next chapter: **TAROT**.

At that moment, the word only intrigued me—like a soft vibration in my ears. I didn’t yet know that soon I would encounter the cards up close. That they would not just be beautiful images with golden edges, but a mirror revealing my inner map. I didn’t yet know that through them I would see both my shadows and my light, and that within them would be born the desire to one day create something entirely my own.

But the first step had already been taken. My search had brought me to the door. And as it often happens—when you are ready, life hands you the next thread.

To be continued – Story 2: The Meeting That Rewrote Everything: The Witch School and My First Tarot Cards.”