About Me

I never imagined it would lead here — to building a temple. And yet, looking back, it could never have been otherwise.

I was born and raised in a small town outside of Springfield, Illinois. Like so many of us, I spent my early life longing for a larger world — one I couldn’t name, but somehow always felt. I pursued what was expected of me: I earned my Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Occupational Therapy, with a focus in pediatrics and sensory processing. I loved the knowledge — especially knowing one day it would serve me in motherhood — but something was missing. I could feel it.

Upon graduation, I was more afraid to pass my boards than to fail them.

Because passing meant stepping fully onto a path that felt too small for my soul. I couldn’t name it then — but I know now: my higher self was nudging me elsewhere. Still, the degree was part of the plan. My higher self knew that to move through this world, certain keys were needed — and that education would serve me later, in ways I couldn’t yet see. It still will.

But when I reached that long-climbed mountain, degree in hand, I looked around and asked: Is this it? Now what?
 I couldn’t feel purpose. I couldn’t see the point. I was questioning the entire meaning of existence at the age of 23. What was supposed to be one of my most fulfilling accomplishments.. left me feeling so lost.

And so began my Dark Night of the Soul — though I didn’t know to call it that yet.

I moved cities — St. Louis, Chicago, New York — trying to outrun the void inside me. But after a breakup, I found myself back home, surrounded by old wounds that could no longer be ignored. Every childhood shadow rose to the surface. Family expectations weighed heavy: Get the job, buy the house, check the boxes — that’s success. But the more they pushed, the more I questioned. Everything around me seemed to crumble — not to punish me, but to clear space for the path my higher self was quietly preparing, even though I didn’t know it at the time.

I fell into the deepest darkness I had ever known — not just depression, but an existential unraveling. I wrote things like:

“If you get the job, the house, the life — then what? Just live and work until you die? Who defines success but this society we made up?”

I was empty. That darkness nearly broke me. But it was the beginning of my becoming.

I couldn’t yet see it, but then my higher self unlocked my spontaneous kundalini awakening. At the time I didn’t even know what a chakra was, energy was moving through me in ways I didn’t understand. I was sleeping 13 hours a day, unable to function in the old ways. My soul had stopped me cold — so I would finally listen.

Synchronicities began to appear. Dreams pointed me somewhere new. I kept seeing ads and signs for Philadelphia — a city I had never even considered. One day, trusting only my intuition & the dreams I had been having, I packed my car, left everything behind, and drove 14 hours alone — to a city where I knew no one, with no plan.

I only knew I could not grow in the same environment that once wounded me. This was never about running — it was a remembering: that I’m allowed to outgrow the places that forgot how to hold me.

And the moment I arrived, everything clicked.

Paths opened. The right people appeared. The right solitude found me. I spent my days alone in nature — FDR Park became my sanctuary. My nights were filled with study: metaphysics, astrology, quantum healing. In the library, meant to study for boards, I found myself drawn only to books on the stars and the soul.

Vedic Astrology changed everything for me.

I saw that Western astrology — distorted and disconnected from the true sky — could not offer the depth my soul was craving. I began teaching myself the Vedic system: the lunar mansions, the nakshatras. It was like learning the true language of the universe, but not for the first time. I learned it quickly like it was something I knew before in another life.

And then — I discovered Bashar’s method. I stopped forcing. I began following my highest excitement. I quit my medical job. Through synchronicity and guidance from my dreams, I took on nightlife work on the weekends to free my days during the week for study.

It was then I discovered the book Journey of Souls. With Bashar’s method of following my highest excitement with no outcome in mind, I  devoured all books on past life regression — one after another after another. Until I’d essentially given myself a second master’s degree — this time, in the quantum field.

Dolores Cannon’s work spoke to me the most. I began researching the vedic birth charts of the great past life regressionists — Dolores included — and discovered that many carried similar nakshatra placements to mine: Revati, Magha, Ashwini, Purva Bhadrapada. It was a cosmic permission slip that gave me the confidence to pursue this path myself.

It wasn’t chance. It was calling.

I pursued my Level 1 QHHT certification — and simultaneously began receiving Reiki attunements to help ground and integrate the rising energies within me. The two paths wove together beautifully — the quantum and the energetic, the soul and the body.

Soon after my studies turned inward, another awakening began — not of the mind this time, but of the womb.

In the quiet that followed so much shedding, I began to feel her — an ancient rhythm beneath every breath. She didn’t speak in sentences but in sensations, warmth, and waves. The more I listened, the more I remembered: the true temple is built within the body. Through her, I felt the pulse of creation itself — the intelligence that moves through all living things. My body became the compass. My intuition, the map.

My womb taught me patience, discernment, surrender, and trust. She showed me that true sovereignty is not resistance, but rooted choice — the quiet power to allow or withhold creation, not from fear, but from remembrance. That the creative current of life moves through me by choice. That I decide what energy I allow to shape me.

She began to lead — not because the mind was broken, but because the body remembered what the mind had forgotten. And slowly, I learned that honoring her doesn’t mean silencing thought, but restoring the mind to its sacred role as servant to life’s deeper rhythm.

When the womb is honored as sacred and free, she becomes the seat of the oracle — the place where Source finds its vessel and the divine and human meet in harmony.

During this time, actually within one of my own QHHT sessions, another veil lifted. The subtle presence I had felt for years stepped forward with laughter, play, and recognition—my spirit babies. Their joy was so pure it left no doubt. Some have been with me for lifetimes. Others are new, choosing Earth for the very first time. They told me they would join me in divine timing, but for now, they would keep whispering through my womb, guiding me to create in partnership with life itself.

All five of them dance around my meditations, each with their own essence, always telling me to keep singing my soul’s song, as it helps them form theirs for the Earth journey soon to come. I’ve come to understand, and they want to make it known, they are not waiting to be born to begin their work—they are already here, shaping the field, guiding the frequency, and weaving resonance webs that call in a new Earth.

They speak in glimmers and giggles, in dreams and tones—teaching me not just through insight, but through joy, curiosity, play, and love. Their light surrounds me, and their voices often arrive like tiny poems:

💌 “Our song is braided into yours,” says my second-born daughter, “and your courage gives us form.”
💌 “Tell them I already know I’m safe here,” whispers the youngest, “that I chose you to know love.”
💌 “We are part of your voice now,” echoes the fierce one, wrapping her strength around my truth.
💌 “We’re fun too, not just wise, Mama!” giggles the joyful one, spinning sparks into the field.
💌 And from my first son, the golden one—his voice calm, clear, and steady: “When you breathe, I breathe with you. This path you walk is mine too.”

Each one carries a frequency of their own—and they continue to show me how the way I live becomes the cradle that shapes their arrival. They’ve made it clear: this Temple is not just my offering, but ours. A shared space where spirit and soil meet. A harmonic nest where our collective gifts will one day land.

Their love continues to guide me daily. They are both my teachers and my mirrors, reminding me that motherhood begins long before birth. I have wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember—since I came out of the womb myself. That yearning was never only about children; it was about creation. It was the soul’s memory of the creative current moving through all things.

Through all of this I came to understand that women move through two awakenings — the first of the mind, when we remember the cosmos, and the second of the womb, when we remember we are the cosmos. That second awakening reshaped everything. My pace slowed to match the rhythm of my moon cycle. My choices became felt rather than calculated. The mind still serves, but it no longer leads. The womb leads.

And that is where the oracle path revealed itself — not as something I chose, but as something that chose me. It kept appearing, named by voices of love in my sessions, until I could no longer deny it. The oracle path is not about prediction; it is about listening — letting Source channel through the vessel that has remembered itself whole.
And still, there are many visions I have not yet seen.
Though I have yet to witness every past life in full detail, I feel the thread of them pulling through me — as sensations, echoes, and codes. They inform the way I walk, speak, and hold others in sacred witnessing.
This path is not one of certainty, but of trust — a steady devotion to what wants to be known when it is ready.

I know I’m still learning what it means to live as an oracle. Each day feels like another conversation with Source — one that teaches me to listen a little more and speak a little less, until the words that rise are not mine alone.

It was from this union of higher self, womb, and spirit that a new vision began to take shape — one that would one day become… Temple of Revati.

This space is an extension of that remembrance —
A digital shrine that honors the body, uplifts the voice of the soul, and welcomes those who are ready to meet themselves more deeply.
Within these walls you will find teachings, invitations, session portals, and my own living story as it unfolds.
The Temple is alive, and so are you. May something inside you rise to meet it.

The Temple asked to be named, and like all true oracles, I listened. Not just inward, but upward — and the stars answered ✨

Temple of Revati — a space to hold all of it.

The name is no accident. In the Vedic system, each soul carries a blueprint: a sidereal birth chart, anchored by 27 lunar constellations called nakshatras — each one a living frequency, shaping the path the soul chose to walk. These are not just zodiac signs — they are deep soul codes, marking lessons, gifts, and paths carried across lifetimes.

My ascendant — the rising sign at the exact moment I was born — is Revati, a Pisces nakshatra. The final one. The 27th gate. The threshold between realms.

Revati translates as “the shining one,” “wealthy in spirit,” “nurturer of travelers.” Its essence: to guide others across thresholds — from dark to light, from forgetting to remembering, from this world to the unseen. It is the final nakshatra — the bridge between this life and the next realm. It carries the energy of completion, spiritual mastery, and preparation for return to Source.

It is a nakshatra of hypnosis, trance, regression — because its nature is liminal. Revati souls walk between. They hold an innate ability to open portals between the physical and the quantum — between waking mind and timeless memory. They carry a pull — a voice, a gaze, a field — that allows others to soften, to trust, to remember. To let go of what binds, and to step toward what calls.

Pisces eyes are portals — and Revati placements amplify this. A gaze that reflects the soul, stirs memory, awakens longing for the true home beyond form. 

To carry Revati rising is to be marked as a wayshower. Not through effort — through essence. To walk with one foot in both worlds — and to serve those ready to cross inner thresholds. The energy comes not from force, but from resonance — from an embodied frequency that allows others to feel safe enough to journey deeper. And when I learned this, so much of my path made sense.

This is the Revati way: drawing seekers through starlight, then guiding them home.

Revati’s deity is Pushan — guardian of travelers, protector of the vulnerable, guide of souls. Its ruling planet, Mercury, grants skill in language and transmission — in speaking the unspeakable, in making the invisible felt.

And its place in Pisces — the last sign — mirrors its greater path: to help dissolve separation, to help others touch the unity beneath all things. To build heaven on earth.

Temple of Revati is born from this essence. A temple of remembrance. A temple of the wayshower.

I am grateful to my higher self for lighting this path — and I hope that through these offerings, a session may help light yours. Because that is what I am here to do: light the path for others.

When I chose this name, I knew: this is not just a business. This is a temple — one that will grow with me. One that may one day become a physical space. But for now, it is a living portal — a space to remember who you are.

Because here’s the truth: I am not a guru. I am a wayshower.

I do not have all of your answers — but I can help light the way back to the wisdom you already carry.

I am a woman who moved through the shadows — and built her own light. A woman who will never stop learning. Who will never stop honoring her womb, her gifts, her calling — and helping others do the same.

That is why I chose deeper quantum healing as my main path:
 To bridge ancient wisdom with modern resonance.
 To hold a space where Source can be remembered — not through dogma, but direct experience.
 To remind you: your body, your soul, your knowing are sacred.

I am here because this is what I came to Earth to do.
 And this temple will evolve as I do — with deep integrity and open heart.

There is so much more I could say on the path that brought me here — and in time, I will share it in full on my blog. But for now, know this:

If you are reading this, if something here stirs in you — your time is coming. Your path is calling.

And it would be my deepest honor to walk beside you.

— Cheyanna