Unlike the classic bottom-up Kundalini awakening, mine descended like a golden serpent of light, spiraling down through my body, activating sacred gifts and energetic channels. Not all at once, but piece by piece a deep puzzle unlocked inside of me. It wasn’t linear. The energy moves through me almost like an infinity pattern, weaving through different chakras simultaneously, unraveling old layers while awakening divine truth. 

These marks were not made in rebellion, but in reverence.

Each one, a decision made by me, for me.

For the past versions of myself who felt voiceless.

For the woman I am now, who dares to speak.

For the future me, who will carry these sacred symbols as a testament of becoming.