Returning to My Sacred Space: Reclaiming My Voice Through Ritual

For a long time, I denied myself the presence of an altar. something that once was a natural, comforting part of my home and daily life. In past posts, I’ve shared about the deep soul work I’ve been doing particularly around a past life connection with someone who, across lifetimes, played a part in silencing my voice. In this lifetime, that same soul showed up again. He didn’t try to silence me intentionally, but the lack of understanding and awareness around my spiritual practice created a similar energy, one that mirrored the suppression I experienced before. That energetic imprint lingered. It wrapped itself around me in subtle ways, making me feel like I had to keep my practices tucked away, like they were something to be hidden rather than honored. My altars, once vibrant and open, became private, concealed behind closed doors. But something shifted. The other night, I consciously released that soul contract. I stood in my truth, reclaimed my voice, and called my power back to me. And with that release came a quiet, beautiful sense of permission. Now, my altar is no longer hidden. It is once again part of my living space, a reflection of who I am and what grounds me. My tools, my rituals, my sacred objects, they’re all here with me, in the open, where they belong. It feels like coming home to myself. These practices are not separate from me; they are woven into the fabric of my being. And I am no longer willing to dim that light or hide these parts of myself for the comfort of others. This altar is more than a collection of objects, it is a declaration of healing, of sovereignty, of return.