My Journey Home to Myself

A story of forgetting, remembering and finding my way back

Michele Edwards, Founder of The Conscious Human

Hi, I’m Michele

FOUNDER OF THE CONSCIOUS HUMAN
SOUL GUIDE & ORACLE · SOUL RECLAMATION FACILITATOR

For most of my life, I have been trying to understand myself.

Why I felt everything so deeply. Why I seemed to notice things other people didn’t. Why I could walk into a room and sense what was happening beneath the surface. Why there were parts of me I knew intimately and still struggled to trust.

My own journey has taken me through trauma, disconnection, healing and years of searching for answers, and eventually into a much deeper exploration of identity, consciousness, soul and God/Source.

Along the way, I began to recognize something that had been present in me for as long as I can remember: I have always been able to see people.

I can often see beyond the armour, patterns and identities someone has built around what she has lived through and sense something of the person underneath.

In many ways, my own life has been about learning to do the same for myself—to recognize the woman I became through what I had lived, remember the parts of myself I had forgotten or learned to question, and trust myself enough to live as more of who I actually am.

That journey became the foundation of The Conscious Human.

This Is My Story

I was a deeply sensitive and empathic child. I felt things intensely, sensed things I didn’t understand and often experienced myself as different from the people around me.

Some of my earliest memories are of looking toward the stars and feeling homesick, sometimes even praying for my family to come and take me Home. I had no idea who I thought my family was or where Home might be. I simply knew the feeling was real.

There was also a lot happening around me that I didn’t understand at the time. Addiction, depression, trauma and so much that wasn’t spoken about. Being as sensitive as I was, I learned to read people, pay attention to subtle changes and adapt myself accordingly. I learned when to stay quiet, when to make myself smaller and how to become the version of me that seemed most likely to be loved, accepted or safe.

Over time, I became so good at adapting to everyone else that I lost touch with myself.

By my teenage years, I was struggling deeply with depression, anxiety and self-hatred. At seventeen, my pain became so overwhelming that I reached a point where I no longer wanted to be here. Something in me kept going, but I carried many of those early beliefs and patterns into adulthood through unhealthy and abusive relationships, marriage and divorce, and years of looking outside myself for love, safety, validation and answers.

When memories of childhood sexual abuse surfaced in my late twenties, much of my life began to make sense differently. Therapy helped me understand what had happened and how profoundly those experiences had shaped the way I saw myself, other people and the world.

For a long time, I was focused on understanding and healing what had happened to me. Eventually, another question began to emerge:

Who was I underneath everything that had happened to me and everything I had learned to become because of it?

Michele Edwards outdoors with ceremonial drum

When Healing Became Remembrance

Healing changed my life. I immersed myself in therapy, personal growth, meditation, yoga, energy healing, spiritual teachings, ceremony, ancestral work and different healing modalities. I wanted to understand my childhood, my relationships, my family patterns, my beliefs and all the ways the past was still living through me.

For a long time, healing became one of the central focuses of my life. There was always another layer to uncover, another pattern to understand, another belief to clear. At some point, I began to realize that I was still living from the assumption that if I could just heal enough, I would finally be okay.

Healing itself had become another form of searching.

So the question changed from What else do I need to heal? to:

Who am I beneath what happened to me and who I learned to become because of it?

My spiritual life had been unfolding alongside my healing for years. I explored different spiritual teachings and traditions, meditation, ceremony, energy and ancestral work, consciousness and eventually regression and multidimensional exploration.

I remember sitting in my first sweat lodge and weeping because something about being there felt deeply familiar. I couldn’t explain why. I had never experienced anything like it before, and yet some part of me felt as though I had come Home.

Through regression, Soul Contract work and other spiritual and multidimensional experiences, I began exploring aspects of myself that seemed to reach beyond this lifetime. My intuition deepened. My mediumship opened more fully. I learned to channel, and Light Language began moving through me.

Most importantly, my relationship with God/Source deepened. Spirituality gradually became less about searching for the next answer or experience and more about learning to listen, discern, trust and stay in relationship with something greater than myself.

I don’t pretend to understand everything I’ve experienced. The deeper I have gone into this work, the more aware I have become of how much we don’t know about consciousness, the soul or the nature of existence.

But as I began to understand myself differently, I became less interested in continually searching for what needed to be fixed and more interested in knowing myself.

Slowly, healing began opening into remembrance.

Reclaiming the Woman I Had Left Behind

As I began understanding myself differently, I started recognizing how much of myself I had learned to question, contain or leave behind... my sensitivity, my intuition, my voice, my creativity, my desires and my own knowing.

Parts of me that had once felt too much, too strange or too difficult to explain began to look different when I stopped seeing myself only through the lens of trauma.

I began to wonder what else might be true...

What if some of what I had spent years questioning or trying to hide was actually part of who I was?

Remembering those parts of myself was one thing. Allowing them to change the way I lived was another.

The Shadows Taught Me to See

My own life had already taken me into some very deep places. My 20 years in trauma-informed social work took me into many more.

I sat with people navigating trauma, addiction, violence, loss, relationships and enormous life change. Those years taught me how profoundly our experiences, families, environments and need for belonging can shape us... and how intelligent our adaptations can be when we are trying to survive.

They also taught me not to be afraid of the shadows.

I learned to look beyond the behavior and ask what might be happening underneath it. To see the pain beneath the anger, the fear beneath the control, the longing beneath the addiction, and the person who could become hidden beneath everything she had lived through.

For years, I thought this ability to see people was simply empathy, or something I had learned through my work. I understand it differently now.

I notice patterns. I notice what people are carrying. I can often see the adaptations and identities that have formed around what someone has experienced, while still sensing something of the person underneath.

And sometimes, I can see the woman who is trying to emerge before she can fully see herself.

Learning to Trust What I Knew

For someone who could often see so much in other people, I spent much of my own life struggling to truly see and trust myself.

Even when I knew something deeply, I could talk myself out of it if someone I trusted saw things differently.

Learning to trust myself became inseparable from learning to trust God.

One of the areas this showed up was in my career. Social work gave me an identity I understood. It held my education, my experience, my credibility and it was work I cared deeply about.

For years, I also felt God asking me to release it. But I was afraid to.

Social worker was easy to explain. It was acceptable. Familiar. Safe.

Psychic. Medium. Channel. Oracle.

Those parts of myself didn’t feel nearly as safe to claim!

For a long time, I kept one foot in the identity the world understood, while slowly allowing these other parts of me to emerge. Eventually, holding onto the old identity became more uncomfortable than letting it go.

So I released my social-work registration and stepped away from the profession.

It was scary! And it was incredibly freeing!!!

I realized that I didn’t have to reject the woman I had been, or everything those years had taught me. I simply no longer had to fit the spiritual aspects of myself inside a box that could never hold them.

As I leave that identity behind and evolve into the woman I am becoming, there are some days when I feel deeply connected and anchored in the truth of my Soul, and others when I question everything. I think that is part of being human. We move between faith and fear, connection and disconnection, remembering and forgetting.

What has changed is that I know how to return... to myself, to my soul and to God/Source.

Letting go of that identity became one of the clearest acts of reclamation in my own journey.

When Healing Became Remembrance

Healing changed my life. I immersed myself in therapy, personal growth, meditation, yoga, energy healing, spiritual teachings, ceremony and ancestral work. I wanted to understand my childhood, my relationships, my family patterns, my beliefs and all the ways the past was still living through me.

For years, there always seemed to be another layer to uncover, another pattern to understand, another belief to clear. At some point, I began to realize that I was still living from the assumption that if I could just heal enough, I would finally be okay.

Without realizing it, I had turned my own healing into another form of searching.

My spiritual life had been unfolding alongside my healing for years, eventually taking me more deeply into consciousness, regression and multidimensional exploration.

I remember sitting in my first sweat lodge and weeping because something about being there felt deeply familiar. I couldn’t explain why. I had never experienced anything like it before, and yet some part of me felt as though I had come Home.

Through regression, soul-level exploration and other spiritual and multidimensional experiences, I began exploring aspects of myself that seemed to reach beyond this lifetime. My intuition deepened. My mediumship opened more fully. I learned to channel, and Light Language began moving through me.

Most importantly, my relationship with God/Source deepened. Spirituality gradually became less about searching for the next answer or experience and more about learning to listen, discern, trust and stay in relationship with something greater than myself.

Over time, I began to understand myself differently. I became less interested in continually searching for what needed to be fixed and more interested in knowing myself.

Slowly, healing began opening into remembrance.

Reclaiming the Woman I Had Left Behind

With that shift came a growing awareness of how much of myself I had learned to question, contain or leave behind—my sensitivity, my intuition, my voice, my creativity, my desires and  even my spiritual knowing.

Parts of me that had once felt too much, too strange or too difficult to explain began to look different when I stopped seeing myself through the lens of what had happened to me.

I began to wonder what else might be true.

What if some of what I had spent years questioning or trying to heal was actually part of who I was?

Remembering those parts of myself was one thing. Allowing them to change the way I lived was another.

The Shadows Taught Me to See

My own life had already taken me into some very deep places. Two decades of professional experience in trauma-informed human services took me into many more.

I sat with people navigating trauma, addiction, violence, loss, relationships and challenging life change. Those years taught me how profoundly our experiences, families, environments and need for belonging can shape us, and how intelligent our adaptations can be when we are trying to survive.

They also taught me not to be afraid of the shadows.

I learned to look beyond behaviour and become curious about what might be lying underneath. To see the pain within the anger, the fear behind the control, the shame within the addiction, and the person who could become hidden beneath everything she had experienced.

For years, I thought this ability to see people was simply empathy or something I had learned through my work. I understand it differently now.

I notice patterns and what people are carrying. I can often see the adaptations and identities that have formed around what someone has lived through, while still sensing something of the person underneath.

And sometimes, I can see qualities in a woman that she has been unable to see within herself.

Michele Edwards walking barefoot through a mountain stream

Learning to Trust What I Knew

For someone who could often see so much in other people, I spent much of my own life struggling to truly see and trust in myself.

Even when I knew something deeply, I could talk myself out of it if someone I trusted saw things differently.

Over time, learning to trust myself became inseparable from learning to trust God.

One of the deepest places this showed up was in my professional life. My career gave me an identity I understood. It held my education, my experience, my credibility and it was work that I cared deeply about.

For years, I also felt God asking me to release it. But I was afraid to.

The professional identity I had known was easy to explain. It was acceptable. Familiar. Safe.

Psychic. Medium. Channel. Oracle.

Those parts of myself didn’t feel nearly as safe to claim!

For a long time, I kept one foot in the "safe" identity the world understood, while slowly allowing these other parts of me to emerge. Eventually, holding onto the old identity became more uncomfortable than letting it go.

And so, I released my professional registration and stepped away from the field of social work.

It was scary... AND it was incredibly freeing!

I was finally allowing the spiritual, "woo woo" aspects of myself to become part of how I lived, worked, and shared myself with the world. 

There are some days when I feel deeply connected and anchored in something greater, and others when I question everything. I think that is part of being human. We move between faith and fear, connection and disconnection, remembering and forgetting.

What has changed is that I know how to return to my Self, and to my Soul's connection to God/Source.

Letting go of that identity became one of the clearest acts of reclamation in my own journey.

THE EVOLUTION OF MY SERVICE

 The Work I Do Today

The work I do today brings together everything this journey has taught me about being human with the intuitive, psychic and spiritual ways I naturally perceive the world around me.

When I sit with a woman, I am interested in what has shaped her: the experiences, relationships, roles, expectations and survival patterns that have influenced who she learned to be. I am also listening for what may be living underneath: her truth, intuition, sensitivity, creativity, authority, desires and the deeper aspects of herself she may have learned to silence, question or hide.

I may notice a pattern she has been repeating without realizing it. I may reflect something she has had difficulty seeing for herself. I may receive intuitive or psychic information, or invite her into a deeper exploration of something that seems connected to what she is experiencing.

Whatever arises, I want the work to bring her into deeper relationship with herself rather than farther away from her own knowing.

My role is to offer what I see and sense, while continually returning her to her own discernment and relationship with her soul and God/Source.

I want to help her hear herself more clearly.

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“I believe we come into this life knowing who we are. The journey is remembering what has been forgotten, reclaiming what was left behind, and becoming more fully who we came here to be.”


— Michele

What I Bring to This Work

My work draws from decades of personal, spiritual and multidimensional exploration

Human Understanding

A BSW, addictions education + twenty years of previous professional experience across trauma-informed human services, crisis, domestic violence, relationships, in rural and Indigenous communities.

Soul & Multidimensional Exploration

Training and experience in Soul Contract work, QHHT®, Past Life Soul Regression, Between Life Soul Regression, Reiki, ancestral and energetic practices, soul retrieval and multidimensional exploration.

Intuitive & Spiritual Practice

My lived practice and development as a psychic, medium and channel, including intuitive guidance, Light Language and an ongoing relationship with my own guides, Higher Self and God/Source.

Why I Created The Conscious Human

The vision behind The Conscious Human has always been larger than the work I do with any one person.

I believe we are living through a time of profound change, and that part of what is being asked of us is to become more conscious of who we are, what has shaped us and how we are choosing to live.

My vision is a world where more of us remember who we are beneath conditioning, survival and separation. Where we live in deeper relationship with ourselves, our souls, one another and the Earth. Where we become more aware of what we are carrying forward and more intentional about what we choose to create.

Our individual healing and remembrance do not end with us. They shape how we love, how we relate, how we raise our children, how we lead, what we create and what we pass on to future generations.

The Conscious Human exists to support that remembering, and the evolution of human consciousness that becomes possible as more of us choose to live awake, connected and conscious.

One conscious human at a time.

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Michele Edwards, Founder of The Conscious Human

“The more I learned to trust what was true for me, the less I needed my life to make sense to everyone else.”

— Michele

If Our Paths Meet

If something in my story feels familiar, you may be standing at an identity threshold of your own.

The woman you have been may have carried you through a great deal. And there can come a point when the ways you learned to live, relate, protect yourself or belong no longer fully reflect who you are or the life you want to create.

This is where the questions begin to change. What has shaped you? What are you beginning to see differently? What parts of yourself have been waiting for expression? What do you know that you may finally be ready to trust?

And what might become possible if more of who you are were allowed to participate in the life you are creating?

If our paths meet somewhere along that journey, it would be an honour to walk beside you for part of it.

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