Meet tanis

Mystic editor. Steward of soul-depth spaces.
A guide who turns language into sanctuary, and silence into revelation.
I walk with those called to transmute their suffering, embody their truth, and remember who they really are.
The words I share are rooted in lived awakening, spiritual intelligence, and a fierce compassion for the mess and magic of being human.

The Journey That Shaped Me

I didn’t walk into this work—I was initiated into it.

From an early age, I trained as a high-performance athlete. As a Canadian National Ski Team member, my world was driven by competition, goals, and grit. But even as I chased excellence, I felt like a misfit in time and space—my body dense, my spirit restless, my curiosity infinite. There was no room for the soul’s language in that world. No space to ask the questions that burned at the edge of my awareness.

That all changed when I left my body.

At 19, I was in a devastating car accident. One of my closest friends was severely injured. I walked away physically unscathed—but spiritually altered. I had a premonition beforehand and, during the crash, a profound out-of-body experience. I hovered above the scene in a state of expanded consciousness, watching it all unfold. That moment cracked open the veil. I was shown the soul’s presence, the multidimensional nature of our being, and the illusion of separation.

After that, competition lost all meaning. Compassion bloomed in its place. A few weeks later, I tore my ACL, and just like that—the door to that life closed. I was free to follow the path I had always longed for.

Years later, on a quiet road in India during a meditation retreat, I was brought to my knees by something far more profound. As I walked past a cow, I suddenly dissolved. There was no body, no mind—just pure consciousness. A living web of benevolent vibration. I was everywhere and no one. I merged with the trees, the road, the sky, the cow. Everything pulsed with the same frequency. I loved everything. I was love.

This lasted four days. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat. I simply was. Awake. Alive. Beyond.

And then… it ended.

The return was disorienting. I had no framework to understand what had happened. I told no one for 15 years. I tried to chase that state again—through prayer, bargaining, devotion. I thought it was the ultimate realization. But even in that transcendence, I noticed something: I was still experiencing it. It had a beginning and an end. And so, I kept searching for what was beyond even that. The unchanging. The eternal.

That search brought me into the heart of human life.

The birth of my second child. The unraveling of my marriage to the person I believed was my soulmate. These events dismantled me. My nervous system collapsed. I short-circuited. Every spiritual tool I had gathered failed. I met my edge—and then the raw shadow self that lay beyond it. Rage, grief, volatility. I had no choice but to stay. To feel it all. Without bypassing. Without a story. To remain in my body and fully experience what it means to be human.

In the darkest night of my soul, I was taken through a sacred inner initiation by what I can only call higher consciousness. A life review—layer by layer—until all that remained was the I AM. The unshakeable presence beneath everything. And when that recognition came, the spiritual search dissolved. Not intellectually. Not conceptually. It collapsed. And it has never returned.

That was the end of my seeking.
And the beginning of my healing.

Now, I don’t teach from theory—I guide from lived experience. I walk with others through their own layers of forgetting and remembering, always returning to the sacred truth: all of life is the path. Every heartbreak, every moment of joy or rupture, every shadow is a required part of the soul’s refinement.

I’m not here to help you escape the human experience. I’m here to help you become it—fully, consciously, sacredly. Until even the mess is seen as divine.