Notes from the Threshold

for those who feel something is shifting, this is your sign.

In the spirit of turning tides, I felt called to write a soul-led reflection on what some might call feminine milestones, the messiness and liberation of becoming, and the quiet strength it takes to meet ourselves at each threshold. And so, it begins...

I didn’t plan to re-launch on a full moon.
The 12th of May 2025 was simply the date I had in mind.
But of course, it turned out to be a Scorpio Full Moon.
All about depth, truth, transformation…
the kind of emotional honesty I’ve been quietly moving towards.
It makes sense now.
The launch felt like a shedding, a quiet revealing of the new skin I’m in.
The rawness I’ve been craving to express finally has somewhere to land.
Cue: Cosmic Essence.

Bank Holiday just passed,
I’m grateful for the space,
time to come back to what I love creating.
The last several months have been about shaping, refining, cultivating:
What is Cosmic Essence going to look like?
Who am I?
Who am I seeking?
Who is seeking me?
What can I genuinely offer?
How can I help people with everything I’ve learned along the way?

Over the last ten years, I’ve been a walking, talking human experiment.
Exploring all things energy healing.
Walking through the shadows. Tripping through them.
Going to those deep, dark places only to rise again
and embody the life I always knew I wanted.

By day, I work in the creative industry, teaching fashion makeup.
And for years, I moonlit side hustles,
from clothing brands,
to community groups,
book clubs to research projects.
But it was time to bring my cosmic work to the forefront.

The more I stepped into these spiritual and creative spaces,
the clearer the call became.
The last five years have been about sharpening my tools,
honing my craft, building my confidence, preparing.
It felt like a Sword in the Stone moment:
when you know, you know.
When it’s time, it’s time.

I couldn’t have done this sooner.
There were lessons I needed to learn first.
But eventually, I no longer needed to wait.
Everything started to line up.

Creativity and spirituality are deeply connected for me.
But I hadn’t been fully truthful with myself.
Not because I was hiding it,
I knew integrating the two was always the path,
just one that would be misunderstood by many.

When you work in a multidisciplinary way, it’s hard to box yourself in.
The matrix wants to call parts of me ‘a job’,
but what about the other facets?
The writing, the art, the beauty, the poetry, the magick,
all the things that make a Gemini tingle.
They’re not side pieces.
They are my cosmic tools,
my feminine powers.

What I have learnt is that shutting those parts down creates problems.
Your creative centres are meant to create.
If you ignore the call,
it sinks into the shadows.
Eventually, it shows up elsewhere -
as resistance,
blockages,
or dis-ease.

For me, it showed up as creative blocks.
Sexual blocks.
Fear in the body.
Sickness.
Exhaustion.
Terrible menstrual pain.

This time last year, my body took a beat down.
The swamps were catching up with me,
neck deep, and the sludge was getting thicker.
I was completely out of sync with my body.
My feminine energy was fighting to rise,
but something kept a lid on it.

Everything was chaotic.
I couldn’t focus.
I couldn’t bring order to what I wanted to do.
I struggled to create and maintain consistency.
Until last summer, I began learning about feminine embodiment.

I started to understand how to work with my cycles and not against them.
I learned how to activate archetypes within me,
how to slow down in a way that still allowed me to get things done.
I had a wonderful coach.
And bit by bit, I pieced together my next steps.

I’ve spent years doing energy healing and readings for people close to me.
Friends, family, friends of friends.
And I thank them for that training.
Honestly, I didn’t even realise how much I was learning at the time.

I learnt to trust my intuition.
To hold space.
To tune into what someone needed.
To help transmute ill intentions,
fear, heartbreak, dilemmas.
To offer feminine teachings.
To shine light on shadows.

It’s why I knew I had to bring this to the front of who I am.
It’s vulnerable work. You feel exposed.
Altering Identities of how people once knew you.
But you also feel clear, that someone, somewhere,
is reading this, who will connect.
Who will feel every word that is said.
Who will know that this is for them.
Who will read this and feel seen.
Like, really seen.

I’ve wrestled hard with showing up in digital spaces.
The noise.
The pressure to perform.
The obsession with views, likes, conversions.
I’m not here to convert anyone.

That is not my way.

What I do have is a dope-ass medicine bag filled with some sh*t-hot tools.
Some tangible, some energetic.

This is what I’m here for.
To be a cosmic explorer.
Always a student.
Because in the grand scheme of things,
I’ve lived a speck of a second.
I only know a dot of what’s out there.

But what I do know and can do
is share what I’ve lived.
Be an Earth guide,
illuminate the marshes when you can’t see the way.
Hold space when it feels like you’re free-falling through a 100-foot drop.

Trust me! I’ve dropped through some serious ravines.
Not literally, but metaphorically.
No clue how I’d get out of those damn things
Each time felt like a test through the swamplands.

Then came what I’d call my “final battle.”
I say final, but it’s more like when Mario faces Bowser,
a test of all the skills you’ve built so far.
But it’s not the last fight.
Just the first big one.
The beast you need to slay before you can face anything else.

And when you do,
you become faster, fitter, stronger.
You might lose some energy but now you know how to reboot.
You know the terrain.
You know how to handle the swamp
and all the BS that comes with this thing called ‘life’.

Here’s the difference:
all that fly-sh*t stuff you used to stress about
is not the real enemy.
We just get better at not sweating the small stuff.

The small stuff multiplies, irritates, distracts.
But once you learn how to slay the day-to-day earth plane,
you start to see what actually matters.

These days, when people ask me how I am, it’s hard to answer.
If there’s no drama, no visible issue, no irritant,
they don’t know what to do with that.
We’re trained to connect through problems.
But not to say,
“Yeah, I’m good,”
and keep it moving.

I mean, do you really need to hear about ‘Sally the irritant’ in the office?
The man who pushed me on the Tube?
The family member who did something so unthinkable it made me question humanity?

That’s the difference between the Koopas, the Fuzzies and the Bowsers…
See where I’m going with this?

So yeah, this is me,
Meena, your cosmic dragon slayer.
The one who’s walked the path first,
so you don’t have to walk it blind.
The one who’ll share everything I know,
so you can activate your own inner compass.
Maybe I’m here for a season, or maybe a little longer,
or just long enough to light the lantern before you walk your own way.
I’m not here to be your guru,
I’m here to remind you that you’ve always been it.

I want to build rituals, not routines.
I want to grow community, not just followers.
I want to create sacred spaces where we don’t just “heal”,
we transmute, we rise, we remember.

There’s an undeniable awakening that happens just before you rise.
Not everyone will hear the call
but if you do, maybe this is your sign.

A vision I had the other day told me to write from my soul.
It may make sense,
it may not.
It may feel like poetic rambles
carefully orchestrated.
But I’m not here for a viral moment.
I’m here to share what’s real,
And this is it.

May has become a month of milestones.
Not just because of the launch,
or the special moons,
but because next week marks another year around the sun.

And I can’t think of a better offering
than this love note from the Threshold.

To speak.
To share.
To remember.
To honour the turning tides.
And to say out loud:
I’m here for this.

And so, I leave you with this offering…

‘The spirit of the thunderbird
flies to all four corners of the earth
and brings the people back
to the natural way of life,
not through religion
or a Native American way
but through the ‘Old Way’
that once belonged to all humans’
-Wa ‘Na ‘Nee’ Che’