The Story Of Paige
Aloha and welcome friends and family!
I am Paige - A charismatic cat with a lot to say!
Sit down, relax, grab a cuppa or some popcorn… it’s story time.
I am ever so grateful that you have landed here to connect with my story and feel my heart that is weaved through these words so the magic of my soul can dance with yours.
As the journey of being human is full of colours, some that are darker than others, some that are lighter than others, I will share with you the full palette of colours that has painted the art of my life.
The Innocence - The Light
I often feel as though I am one of the luckiest ones in life, not only to be born in the first world country of Australia which is riddled with opportunity and fortune but to have grown up in the South West of Western Australia in lands that are almost untouched.
I was born in a tiny town called Northcliffe which most have never heard of, not even people who lived 2 hours away, and I lived on 125 acres 13 kilometres west of that town. We lived the real ‘grass roots’ lifestyle on an organic farm where we ate everything that we grew. We had bee hives and made our own honey, we had many chicken coops where we harvested our eggs and sold them to the community, we had goats for goats milk and cheese, marron dams with marron to eat and an abundance of fruit trees, veggie gardens and fresh rain water. I was born to a mother who devoted her life to simply being the mother she’d always wanted to be and a father who was devoted to a spiritual life, a truth seeker and natural health advocate. These energies together were fertile soils the 3 little Mirco kids to grow into some version of awakened.
As soon as I returned earth side in this life I was very much a shadow to my Dad. My brother and sister formed more of a following to my Mum and I found inspiration and wonder in my Dad. For as long as I could remember, my Dad would meditate every morning, and in curiosity of where he was and what he was doing in meditation, I would sit right in front of him and wait patiently for him to come back so I could keenly ask “what did you see, where did you go?” and of course, he would never tell me anything other than “nothing really” and as a small child with such a big imagination I always thought that he was talking to the stars and visiting other planets. He was a seed planter, he would never tell me in intimate detail what his spiritual experiences were like, he would answer with another question to plant a seed and stimulate my own answers from somewhere deep inside my own knowing. This frustrated the HELL out of me but I kept asking questions, and stayed curious and in truth that curiosity led me to many of the greatest spiritual experiences of my life where I eventually did find the answers, but from a place of my own inner knowing… and that is why my Dad, among many of the greatest, will always hold the title of my greatest teacher in this life.
And yes we were the kind of family who were “tree hugging, save the trees” protestors!
I came into this world with an essence anchored in the title of "love child" the "always happy" type who was just so damn happy for just simply being alive and so connected with nature! As children we are simply who we are without limitations and for me my true self was free, easy, deeply connected and emotional, a writer, a poet, an earth activist with an unwavering ability to be ecstatic in celebration at the centre of my being. I just LOVED SO MUCH!
I loved people the most, all people from all walks of life, I loved showing affection to as many people as possible; to my mothers horror, there were many occasions where I would hug strangers in the street and run off the sit and chat with other families on picnics while we were at the beach. I had always thought so innocently that everyone was pure love to be loved and love was all there was. I saw and felt the spirits within the trees, not just seeing the tree for a tree. There was one day when my sister and I were building a cubby house and my sister was swinging a steal rake to uproot a small shrub and as she did she accidentally scrapped a tree nearby and the bark came off and I quickly, without thinking, ran in to shield the tree with my body and wrap my arms around it as I yelled “don’t hurt the tree!” and before my sister could react and change her direction of rake swinging it was too late and she accidentally hit the top of my head with the steal rake. I turned out ok after a few bandages but what was more important was that from that memory that is etched in my brain forever, it showed me what my passion and purpose was here on earth…. I am here for the earth, for nature, for the people, for heart and for love.
I was known as the sunshine child who blew magic dust in the face of anyone and everything who I came in contact with.
But with all fairytales... there are always two sides.
The Rebellion - The Dark
Life wasn’t always so picture perfect though…
As all of us, I too, have experienced hardship in my lifetime through bullying during my early years at school which created quite a fracture in my psyche that left quite a bit of self-work to do in later years. But, as always, all the pain I experienced through school and relating became my greatest expansion.
I stumbled my way through high school where I felt like I didn’t fit it, like it was harder to love people and to feel loved. It felt harder to be myself. In my mind I had decided that I wasn't enough, I wasn’t loved and I needed to change because something was inherently wrong with me.
From that decision I started to explore my ‘not self’ themes and fed an identity that grew from these beliefs. Which what we know as the ego, the separate self.
I wanted to take a walk on the wild side and away from the child side. I started to walk the path of 6 degrees of separation. I wanted to check out the rebellious side because the innocence was far too vulnerable and '“unsafe” to continue. I tried on the pants of ‘fuck the world’… the partying, the drinking, the wearing of masks. I checked out what it was like on the side that was the furthest away from my open hearted truth because I decided that being myself was what caused me pain, it made me a target for cruelty and I wouldn’t let that happen again…. So, I allowed my pain to harden me and push down my hearts decibels so low that only the most sharpest of dogs might hear it. But the whispers were still well and truly there.
The rebellion lasted for a few years until I decided to live out my dream of travelling on my own. I mostly wanted to travel to see the world but I also wanted to travel to find who I had lost. I couldn’t remember who I had lost, but I knew something was missing.
I travelled for 6 months all around Europe and this was my initiation even though I didn’t know it at the time. In all cultures, there is an initiation process where you have to go out and survive alone for some time and this was my western society version of that.
It was more than just travelling that changed me. It was that I wasn’t just Paige, I was a clean slate where I could be seen as more than my past self. I was being seen through innocent eyes but really the biggest transformation actually came from love.
I fell in love with a man who I met travelling and we spent 3 months of my time there travelling together. It may sound cliche but it truly was a pivotal moment in my life but not because of how much fun we had, but because for the first time in my life I actually experienced what TRUE love felt like. What it felt like to be truly valued, cared for, honoured, listened to, respected and cherished. For the first time there was radical honesty and self responsibility to one another, even though we knew it was going to be short lived.
Looking back now, that was a time in my life, where I realised love is what heals everything. True love, not the false sense of love masked in clothes of control , projection and separation that I had previously thought.
Because of this true love that I experienced, my heart cracked open, the parts of my true essence that were buried away in the tomb of my illusory pain started to creep through the cracks and smell the roses of life again. Once the heart starts to break open, there is no going back.
After 6 months I arrive home with a new pair of eyes, a cracked open heart and deep confusion of what was next. I tried to integrate back into my old life and old friends because that's what I had known for so long and my soul strongly said no, my whole body said NO MORE.
No was all she needed to say. From here my cosmic inner journey began. It was an inner journey of constant remembering of who I came here to be.
From here, my identity started to shatter.
The version of me that I used to be anything other than the real me, was dying.
The Genius - The Gold
With every journey, it always starts with a single step. I took a step in any direction, that felt like it was a true calling, like a curiosity that felt like it was going to help me find my path of action. Of course, this led me to the self healing world.
I was in this lonely period of my life where I had decided to lovingly leave the friendship group I had and pass on the offers of going out partying. I hadn’t quite found the new friends that I was searching for yet so I was in a time in my life where I had to become really comfortable with being alone. I never gave up on seeking out my new community however, I knew they were around somewhere, I just had to find them.
I decided that I needed to put myself in an environment that would attract my new community to me so I delved into intense amounts of contemplation time, meditation, yoga, breath work, Tantra, personal development courses, women's circles, ceremonies, plant medicines and teachers.
I found my community, while also learning a lot. I spent years simply learning and re-learning to peel back the layers of masks that I had placed on myself.
It wasn’t easy. It was challenging and it was painful to take full self responsibility for the walls I had chosen to hide behind out of the fear of being myself. It was painful to realise that the free loving child that I was, was internal locked away because she was too much and that I had done it to myself.
Like child birth is painful, rebirthing yourself is painful but I choose to go through it because I knew that I was on the path of truth. I couldn’t hide anymore and my hearts whispers started to become a gentle voice that I was actually listening to. And every time I listened, it lead to things that brought such joy, such unexpected love and true service.
Ever since, I have kept following that golden thread of my hearts calling which is what I now call Genius. I kept tugging on that heart string and listening to the next step and trusting in the guidance of love that lives in the centre of my heart. I knew that if I kept listening to love, I would create more of it and my heart was right.
I live a life in full service to the greater community from true love. Those heart callings led me to become a facilitator of Synchronise Me at The Genius Portal which is a course to help people remember their hearts and become their own greatest healer. I wanted to offer a service that would teach people the tools to heal themselves from their masks and pain of the past so they can fast track the path that I took. I was offered an opportunity to do that through Synchronise Me and over the last 4 years of teaching this, witnessing the transformations is something that dreams are made of.
Many other flavours of my hearts work is 1:1 coaching containers that give others the personal support they need to live Geniusly in their truth, facilitating Sensual Essence which is a course that is designed to reconnect those with their innate sensual expression, offering cacao ceremonies, transformational events, co-facilitating retreats and writing books (coming soon).
All of these offerings are simply reflections of my heart that is anchored in my one simple yet big mission…
We owe it to ourselves, each other, future generations and the Earth to live in our highest vibration… Our heart.
This is my mission and purpose.
And I will lead by example.
Love Paige xx