"Why Siwa - are you an oracle?"

You may wonder, as many do, what is a slavic Polish woman doing in the middle of Sahara desert. Trust me, I was just as confused when a voice in my dreams guided me to a remote oasis.

I resisted this calling for a year. Until it became too loud.

That was 6 years ago.

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They call me a witch here, yet they say it with a cheeky smile. I've grown to understand that a bald woman, living alone in the desert, through her prime fertile time, single- choosing communing with nature's elements and refusing plastic bags in a market, occasionally caught dancing while sun-gazing in the dunes with the winds - came across as an absurd to local community. In their eyes I was either mentally ill, a whore or a freaky witch.

I'm quite eased it landed on the closest one to truth- a witch, after waves of various names being spoken behind my back, in fear of what I may be. There was distortion too, a judgment of my naive openness at the time, an innocence with which I welcomed help and invitations from local brothers, trusting their intentions to be pure. I was still in my twenties yet I learned quite quickly that a foreign woman is often expected to pay a rather high price, that I was not willing to pay.

With time, after more and more "Yoga people" as they call it, have been passing through Siwa, internet boomed here and women from across the world, including artists, leaders who's presence is known, started coming to experience working with me. The winds of judgments settled into a quiet curiosity of , 'who that witch may actually be'.

Here I do want to honor all men and women from local community, natives who have come to know me and stood up for me during these years, in rooms and circles where my name was echoed with disgrace.

Although my dear brothers of Siwa are not entirely wrong, our definition of word Witch may be different till this day.

I was born into a Slavic lineage of medicine women who worked with the unseen and the natural world, and who were recognized and respected within their communities for protecting the village, a lineage that has been fading since my great-grandmother, and one I am reclaiming and evolving through my own life.

It is after 3 years of living and learning with the oasis when I discovered something, a puzzle that helped connect the dots. Ancient slavic people used to worship a fertility goddess named Zywia who's other, some sources claim original name, was Siwa.

It did move something within. My life altering plot twist was reasoned by yet another deeper mystery I felt yet couldn't name.

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I do not consider myself a priestess of the Amun-Ra temple or any other for that matter, at least in this incarnation.

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What I am, and what I live, is what I call an oracle woman.

A woman who has remembered herself.

I remembered what it is to be a womb wisdom embodied, an art, a vessel of oracular creation.

I remembered myself as a being originating from orgasmic life force, as all of humanity. I dared to give myself permission to embody it, thanks to solitude, explorations and Siwa's ancient waters, meeting me and me meeting them with patient devotion in communion with my vessel. I bloomed. Boldly calling myself and inner state I felt - orgasmic being, in ecstasy of my innocent remembrance.

Witches they called us, women who's body's speak creator's language, connected to plants, animals and all live, liberated, joyful. Women who have the audacity to live fully, for they feel protected by Earth herself.

Oracle land here revealed to me, we, medicine women regardless of cultural background, are living as a part of Earth's oracular web connected like mycelium that weaves through and communicates, global lineages of seers, planetary grid workers and protectors of balance between seen and unseen. 

Siwa is a land of deep intelligence and memory, very ancient primordial memory. Like many places in the world, it is also navigating rapid change and the impact of modern systems.

Living here has opened a deeper dialogue for me, with the land, the waters, and the subtle ways disconnection and reconnection coexist.

While my life evolves into stewarding a Sanctuary and seasonal living with Siwa, I am continuously devoted to meeting this land with care, to keep listening, and to bringing awareness where I can, including around our relationship with the environment.

It is also my joy to connect with local women and children, to witness their brilliance, and to create spaces where reconnection to the land can unfold in ways that are meaningful to them.

My life path has been shaped by encounters with powerful elders, wisdom keepers, and teachers, and I have been welcomed into spaces of deep remembrance that I will forever be grateful for, including home of Shahrzad Awyan a wise woman of Giza and oracle in her own right who I dreamed of as a child, and who welcomed me into her family and offered mentorship with generosity and recognition as I landed in Egypt 7 years ago.

And yet the initiation I carry forward is the one that unfolded through and with life itself.

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Through radical shifts in my reality, from law school to the performance art world of New York, into the temples, then desert and her ancient waters.

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Through being brought again and again into deeper truth, initiation and surrender, learning to listen and respond to mystery, and fail many times along the way, naive at the beginning to presence of dark forces that exist alongside light and my human limitations.

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Through honoring the body I was born into, deeply sensorial, highly receptive and finally choosing the environments that allowed its gifts to fully open, integrate, and come alive in service.

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This is the field I now offer and hold for others.

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Not as authority over you,

but as a space where you can return to your own inner authority, and somatically bloom in your genius.

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A space where it becomes safe to soften into your own gifts,

and to meet what is true within you.

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The sessions and spaces I offer are not fixed or repeatable.

They are guided by deep presence and inner oracle of my womb, by meeting what is alive in the moment.

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When you enter this space, you're experiencing field my soul-body has grown to hold .

You are being met in a way that supports you remembering the wholy dance between your own soul-body and Source.

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If you feel resonance you are welcome to stay connected. I share my deep transmissions and invitations for upcoming gatherings, journeys, ceremonies and guided meditations in Siwa and beyond through my email letters

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