I am protected: how I learned to trust in divine timing and intervention
The car sped out of control, and so did I. Everything slowed down. I began to hear and see clearly again.
I was 23 when I experienced the way divine intervention demands attention and radical change. It was a disruption so powerful that it shifted my entire position and trajectory. Day by day, month by month, I felt myself edging closer to the brink. Every facet of my life began to tremble and rumble beneath me. Something bigger took control and demanded that I release my grip, as if a decision had to be made. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. And I learned that each time I gripped harder, I veered further off course.
One day, the ego trip snapped back in my face so hard there was no going back.
The moment of intervention
I’d been confused about my identity and direction for some time. It had crept into every area of my life. I questioned everything from my truth, my values, to how my experiences shaped my understanding of love, belonging and identity.
I sat through long nights of contemplation and meditation, practising surrender. I handed back my sense of control while facing the dark night of the soul. Face to face, we met, sitting across from each other. Night after night, I exchanged sleep for lucid dreams. I hung my head out my bedroom window, staring at the night sky and moonlight. I spoke to her for hours, revealing the deepest parts of myself. I shared precious things I had never spoken aloud.
Reflection and revelations
When nothing was clear, change became the only thing I could count on. When I could no longer control outcomes, I faced reality, outlined my priorities, and made a six-month plan. I knew I was being brought back to the same reality I had tried so hard to control. Slowly, the world began to open up. I started to see clearly.
The dark night of the soul reminded me of exactly who I am, but in a new form. I moved countries and spent three years in immense growth, transformation and healing. Healing revealed wounds I had mistaken for resilience. I confronted my chronic overwhelm, spent days crippled by it and slowly began to write a new story, one that was actually written by me.
One experience, one decision, one lesson at a time. My twenties have been a journey towards standing on my own two feet. I was never truly ‘lost’ or ‘confused’; I was carrying what wasn’t mine.
3.00 am fears became 6.00 am flows.
I met incredible, beautiful people after moving - lifelong friends with beautiful stories. Meeting like-minded souls in Sydney and Melbourne restored my sense of excitement, play and love. My creativity expanded. My connection to culture became my new form of love. After years of basking in the love of friendship, I met my soul mate.
The broader message
Divinity isn’t only external, it’s something you embody to activate. The moment I surrendered to divine intervention, everything began to align, month by month, year by year. I made difficult decisions, terrifying changes and softened resisting the unknown - the thing I was the MOST terrified of.
My mother tongue grew stronger and my curiosity now lies in staying open to life’s unfolding plans. God is my daily remembrance. The mat is my discipline. Yoga, movement, embodiment and breath are my therapy. Love is my engine. Family and friends are my fuel. Creativity is my art. Writing is my soul. You are my purpose.
Writing this letter to you is my way of sharing my truth. I promise to be an example - to set the tone and help you make a shift.
Practical application
Transformation happens in unison with divine intervention. It lives in the quiet, consistent daily practices of returning to yourself, releasing the grip and remembering that you’re co-creating with something bigger.
Through this work, I invite you to explore practices, habits and ways that support surrender: reflective prompts that ask where you’re gripping too tightly, morning embodiment rituals that ground you in the pace of grace, and creative expression that gives shape to what words can’t always show. Keep a journal to notice the small moments when you let go, and revisit them to witness how divine timing quietly guides your path. Suppose you feel drawn to explore this further. In that case, my mentorship sessions offer a space to breathe, reflect and listen - a reminder that the divine doesn’t ask for perfection, only participation.
Sometimes I still remember the night I drove to the lake to walk with the moon. Whenever I find myself at another turning point, I think of that same bench by the water, beneath the same moon. Turns out, I’ve known all along that divine intervention was on my side from the beginning.
