

... Shorty story long


Before I found my voice,
I had to face everything that stole it.
My name is
Emily Blushtein
I was raised in a very religious home... always in church, yet deeply connected to my Russian Jewish roots. I learned early how to perform goodness, how to suppress questions, and how to survive through silence. From a young age, I felt the sacred everywhere. But I also felt confused. Torn between belief systems. Expected to fit into molds that never quite felt like me.
And while the outside looked like faith, the inside was full of pain.

I didn’t study to be a healer.
Life initiated me.
The real healing began in ceremony. Not in a single night, but over years of sitting in silence with the earth. Listening. Grieving. Letting the sacred plant medicines unravel me, one layer at a time.
I’ve served hundreds of souls; through Kambo, retreat work, and sacred ceremony. I was shaped in the jungle, in the medicine churches, in the spaces where spirit speaks loudest. My path wasn’t taught... it was lived, earned, and answered in devotion.
But my channel didn’t open fully there. It came later, after I stepped away from the medicine. After I stopped reaching for the next ceremony, and started integrating what I had already lived. When I committed to a daily practice. When I came home to my own body. My own voice. That’s when I began to hear.
Messages. Visions. Truths that didn’t come from my mind, but moved through my bones. The channel didn’t arrive all at once. It revealed itself slowly, as I earned my own trust. It wasn’t trained, it was lived. Through devotion. Through listening. Through doing the real work, even when no one was watching.


I didn’t get here by chasing light.
I got here by facing darkness...
again and again.
I’ve lived through it.
Sexual trauma. Emotional chaos. Addiction that nearly swallowed me whole.
Depression, anxiety, eating disorders, self-harm, and the kind of numbing that gets you through the day but steals your soul in the process. I know what it’s like to feel completely lost...so far from yourself, you forget what it means to belong to you.
For years, I tried to outrun the pain with every healing modality I could find. I spiritualized it. I bypassed it. I thought if I just stayed “positive” or booked the next retreat, maybe I’d finally feel free.
But nothing shifted until I stopped performing strength and started getting honest, really honest, with myself.

BEFORE
AFTER
Every step was messy and sacred. Every fall brought me closer to something real.
I’ve rebuilt my life.
I left toxic relationships.
I became a mother.
I got sober.
I healed my body; lost over 175 pounds not from a diet, but from finally processing my traumas and releasing the pain I was carrying.
Today, I live in Maui with my daughter. I guide sacred ceremonies. I channel transmissions. I create offerings rooted in truth, not trend. This work isn’t polished or performative... it’s alive, raw, and built on the bones of everything I’ve lived.
This website is my altar. A home for all that I’ve walked through.
A space to share the medicine that’s carried me. If you’re here, maybe you’re looking for something real too.
Welcome home.