Spiritual Mindset Coaching for modern mystics + #bosswitch creatrixes with Caitlin Matanle
I’M CAITLIN, AND
I HELP MODERN MYSTICS READY FOR MORE EMBODY A BADASS MINDSET TO CREATE SUCCESS ON THEIR OWN TERMS.
I was nearing the end of a two-year period of total spiritual and emotional upheaval (#nbd) when I tiredly asked for my next step.
BUT FIRST, the back story.
Always a dabbler in alternative spirituality (I came of age in the 90s when The Craft made every outcasted preteen girl want to be a witch, and I was no exception), I entered my spiritual adulthood in earnest in 2011 after experiencing a spontaneous Kundalini awakening while dancing with fire at Burning Man.
No, this is not a joke. You CANNOT make this stuff up.
And still, over the next six years, I continued to make turn after turn that seemed to lead me further away from my ever-elusive Divine Purpose (aka my “what-the-fuck-am-I-supposed-to-be-doing”). Relationships where I wasn’t flourishing. Home cities that left me asking “how did I get here?” Businesses that made my overachieving workaholic (I’m in recovery) serial entrepreneur self literally sick with stress. All brilliantly disguised as THE RIGHT THING.
As a practicing witch (yes, I stuck with it after the era of The Craft had come and gone), I turned to my practice to fix what I, quite frankly, had fucked up all on my own. One night, I lit a candle and asked for the blocks between me and my highest potential to be removed and for the path to become clear.
I knew it was a bold move, as what is best for us quite often runs counter to what we’ve built. I knew the results wouldn’t be pretty - but it was time to stop pretending I was something I wasn’t.
In the Tarot, my coming experience is known as The Tower - that delightfully uplifting card showing a tower getting struck by lightning as people and debris fall out of the collapsing ruins. When I pull it with clients, they often cringe. But here’s the thing - The Tower is a gift.
See, I was ready to let everything fall that was weak in the foundation so that I could rebuild a life that was authentic and true to the next stage of my transformation. I couldn’t keep building on shaky ground - none of us can. If we try, the impending fall (because in all honesty, it’s coming either way) is way more painful.
And damn, was I was right. It wasn’t pretty.
Everything came crashing down, culminating in my leaving my marriage (I was as surprised and confused as he was) at 32. It was then that I gave away the vast majority (read: I forced two boxes on a friend to store in her attic) of my possessions and blindly embarked on the nomadic life I had been craving, DIY-detoxing (not recommended) off my cocktail of maximum-dosage Wellbutrin and Lexapro in the process.