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✧How Draya Love was born

 

With a rich history in business, leadership, and the business of life, the birth of Draya Love came through necessity—through illness, heartbreak, and awakening.

 

My body began speaking before I had the language to understand it. The messages came through chronic pain, fatigue, and mystery symptoms. Diagnoses of Lupus and Fibromyalgia forced me to stop and listen. That was over thirteen years ago.

 

Six months after leaving my executive corporate career, my marriage ended.

My sons were 14 and 19.

Everything I knew—everything I built my identity around—unraveled.

 

That was the beginning of the great reweaving.

 

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✧ The Wake-Up

 

At first, my body was the messenger. Then, it was my life.

The unraveling wasn’t chaos—it was intelligence. It was my soul, bringing me home.

 

My energy work journey had started long before that—over 25 years ago when I became a Certified Reiki Master.

But I didn’t know then just how much I would need that foundational wisdom.

 

I had to learn to manage my energy, time, boundaries, and truth.

I had to ask:

 

What’s mine?

What belongs to others?

What stories am I still carrying that I never wrote?

 

It became a full energetic unpacking. And not just physical. It was ancestral, emotional, spiritual, cellular.

 

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✧ Deconditioning & Remembering

 

Leaving the matrix of corporate success and suburban life was disorienting. But it was also the doorway.

I dove deep—into emotional layers, soul contracts, trauma codes, and past lives. I began to see my life as a divine setup:

A sacred curriculum designed to bring me back to mySelf.

 

I lost people along the way. Not everyone understood.

But what I gained in self-connection, in communion with Spirit, in truth—was worth it.

 

Synchronicities became my language.

Listening became my power.

Compassion became my medicine.

 

This was the start of my real education.

 

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✧ The Journey Home

 

Healing wasn’t linear. It still isn’t.

I’m still letting my body purge old programs.

Still dancing with the layers.

Still learning the art of gentle.

 

Nutrition, movement, rest, energy hygiene—it’s all a part of the rhythm now.

I’m learning to treat my body like the wise vessel she is.

I’m learning patience—not as passivity, but as presence.

 

And most of all, I’m learning to play.

Because this life, this strange, beautiful, holy ride—it’s a game of remembering.

And we came here to remember how to play.

 

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✧ So Here’s the Invitation

 

This story—mine, yours, all of ours—is alive.

It’s never too late to reweave it.

 

What has your wake-up call looked like?

Was it gradual? Or did it knock the wind out of you?

Either way—it’s sacred.

 

Your body, your life, your emotions—they’re speaking.

And once you learn the tools, the languages, the systems of remembrance…

you can change everything.

 

This is your life.

You are the author.

You are the magic.

 

So play.

Play every day.

And if you need a guide, I’m here.

To help you see what you haven’t yet seen.

To remind you of who you’ve always been.

 

To the journey.

And our attitude as we ride.

 

Much love,

Draya Love