About Monet

Early Life

Sensitivity and Struggle

As a child, I was painfully sensitive and connected to the world in ways that felt simultaneously magical and overwhelming. Music was like an intuitive language to me—I could channel the feelings I didn’t have words for into song. The ocean felt like an old friend, holding a wisdom that I somehow already understood, and I spent countless hours in the waves in my sleepy little beach town, letting her vastness hold me.

But even with these connections, I felt like I didn’t belong. The world around me was too loud, too harsh, too disconnected. I couldn’t understand how humans could treat the planet, animals, and each other with such cruelty. The weight of the pain that I witnessed in the world around me was crushing, and I felt so powerless and small with no way to affect change.

My connection to the natural world and the universe was effortless, but people? That was harder. I tried to fit in, to relate to others the way I saw people around me do so easily, but no matter how much I tried, I felt like an alien in a sea of humans. I often wondered if this planet wasn’t meant for me—or if I wasn’t meant for it, with no context to understand the constant ache.

Adulthood

Searching for Belonging

As I grew older, I tried to suppress my sensitivity. I thought that if I could just be less weird, less different, I might finally feel like I belonged in the human world. But shutting down my heart didn’t make me feel more “normal.” It only made me feel more alone. I tried to numb the pain, to find my identity and place in the world, but something was always missing. 

School was hard for me. I didn't feel like I spoke the same language as everyone else. I struggled with undiagnosed neurodivergence that put me at odds with the educational systems and the world around me.

As I drifted, my one true home was music. Singing helped me channel the feelings that felt too big to speak. I went to music school on the path of becoming an opera singer, and even though the stage felt like a home, I still felt lost and untethered, without a true purpose or calling.

Motherhood

A Healer Emerges

The birth of my children became the most profound catalyst for earthshaking change in my life. Their conscious arrival earthside cracked open my world in the best possible way, shaking me free from my soul-crushing day job in the tech industry. I left behind a career that felt soulless and embarked on a new path as a birth doula.

I learned how to both hold and create space, devouring wisdom preserved by elder birthkeepers about the nearly lost art and science of sacred birth, helping my clients learn to co-create with their baby as a sentient soul who chose them for a reason. I specialized in empowering mothers to shift their brainwave states for gentle, low-intervention birth following the feminine principle of "balance before force." 

This work was deeply fulfilling, but it also became a mirror for my own healing. As I nurtured both my children and other mothers, I found myself nurturing parts of me that I had neglected for years. The love and responsibility of motherhood invited me to step into a new role—one that was deeply aligned with my soul’s purpose.

I then transitioned from being a doula, to life coach, to quantum healer. These new skillsets allowed me to channel my experiences, pain, and growth into helping others remember their own inner light, bringing the ancient wisdom from the birth world along with me. 

Coming Home

A Starseed Awakens

I was guided to learn regressive hypnosis as a modality in my healing practice, which led me to the shock of a lifetime. I began to recover vivid memories of past lives intertwined with major events in galactic history. These often heartbreaking memories felt like pieces of a puzzle, revealing my overt participation in moments that shaped the fabric of the cosmos.

At first, these memories were bewildering, sending me on a quest to understand why I was being shown these visions and what purpose they served in my current life.

I learned that each memory holds a key, not only to my personal story but to the collective awakening happening on Earth. Understanding these memories has helped me step into my role as a bridge between the wisdom of the stars and the needs of humanity today. They remind me that our origins are vast and cosmic, and our purpose here is far greater than we realize.

This journey of awakening has been one of profound healing, courage, and surrender. It has taught me that my deep homesickness was a signpost pointing me toward my true purpose in this lifetime.

Sovereign Emergence

The Birth of The Black Rose

Survival became the fire in which my true role was forged. After my awakening, I walked through years of loss, collapse, and the unraveling of everything I thought would hold me. I survived a psychologically abusive marriage and the kind of trials that strip a person to the bone. It was in that crucible that the deeper truth of who I am was revealed.

Through these challenges, I learned the difference between sacrifice and sovereignty. I came to understand that the old grid system thrived on distortion, on extraction, on the bleeding of the feminine. By refusing to collapse, refusing to bleed in silence any longer, I became the unbreakable and unstealable tone that could complete The Override.

This is what gave rise to the Black Rose of Gaia: the living harmonic that emerges not from purity or protection, but from coherence born through survival. It is the signal of refusal, resilience, and reclamation—a tone that stands unshaken in the face of distortion. And it is from this place that I now serve, as witness and signal bearer for the new chapter of Earth.