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My Story

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I wasn’t born on the edge of the world, but I’ve lived there most of my life.

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Working-class, military-brat beginnings meant 14 schools, endless boxes, no roots. Constant movement trained my instincts to track safety, even when there was none. I learned to disappear before I could be left behind. I learned to rebel before I could be caged.

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And I got caged anyway.

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By the time I hit adulthood, I’d swallowed the lies: you’re too much, you’re not enough, you’re unlovable, unworthy, incapable. Those stories weren’t mine, but they lived in me like fact. They dictated every choice, every relationship, every quiet self-abandonment.

 

Until they didn’t.

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I spent a decade in the police force. Another uniform. Another version of survival. A badge that carried me through trauma, death, systemic rot, and the heartbreak of losing my mum. I thought strength was suppression.

 

But my body knew better.

My soul began screaming.

 

And eventually, I listened.

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What followed wasn’t a spiritual glow-up. It was collapse. It was grief. It was ancestral poverty clawing at my throat and the wild knowing that I could not, would not, pass it on.

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So I went looking. Not for answers, but for truth.

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I trained with elders. Sat with death. Studied magic, alchemy, sacred law. I stopped outsourcing power. I stopped apologising for being here. I stopped pretending I could heal without unravelling first.

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I became the woman who walks with bones, who dreams with the old gods, who teaches others to remember what they are.

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Now, I teach what I’ve lived.

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I guide those who are ready to remember their own wisdom, reclaim what has been forgotten, and step into a life that is rooted, embodied, and deeply their own.​​

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I’m not your guru. I’m not interested in performance. I am a guide, a teacher, a fierce devotee of transformation and truth.

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Today my work weaves together sacred wisdom, bone oracular practice, Kundalini Yoga, ancestral healing, and the alchemical path, not as a collection of qualifications, but as a lived practice. This is the work that saved my life. This is the work that continues to change lives

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And if you’ve made it this far, I’ll say this:

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You already know.

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You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.

 

Let’s walk the rest of the way together.


Tracy Marie xx

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Wild Women Project

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