FROM SEEKER TO SOURCE

You know those memes about laundry?
“Washing: 40 minutes. Drying: 40 minutes. Folding: 5–10 business days.”

I feel like waking up to your true self is kind of like folding that pile of laundry. You put it off until the pile gets too big to ignore, until you’re "forced" to deal with it. Because eventually, you need to make space for something new.

But what piles up for us isn’t clothes. It’s suppressed emotions and the stories we attach to them. And what’s needed isn’t folding, but unfolding - unfolding everything we’ve buried, everything we’ve believed to be true that’s really just a construct of the mind.

The bigger the pile, the bigger the crisis. But in that discomfort lies an invitation to clear space and discover parts of ourselves we didn’t even know existed.

That’s the beautiful part, but when you’re in the thick of it, it rarely feels beautiful.

For me, the emotional pile-up had been building for decades. I had no idea how to get to the root of it. It felt like all my efforts to feel better, to understand life just scratched the surface - not because I wasn’t committed, but because I simply didn’t know any other way.

I kept circling inside the boundaries of what I already knew or what I could imagine to be true at the time. Often, I’d feel emotionally exhausted after a full day of performing. Even when nothing was "wrong," I’d come home and crash, feeling heavy. Sometimes a simple message or a casual conversation would trigger something deep and I’d have no idea why my reaction was so strong.

Eventually, the call to go deeper became too loud to ignore. And as the saying goes: when the student is ready, the teacher appears. It was time to start clearing the pile.

In 2021, I began exploring a more holistic view of life. It felt eye-opening and validating. I read books, listened to podcasts and sought out teachings, hoping one of them would finally give me the breakthrough I longed for.

For a while, I thought I was getting closer. I could speak the language of awareness.
But eventually, I had to admit something uncomfortable:

I wasn’t living the truth.
I was chasing it.

I was consuming more and more content, hoping someone else’s wisdom would finally “fix” something I couldn’t fully name.

Then something deeper stirred inside me, though I didn’t fully recognize it at the time.
A quiet knowing: the real answers aren’t out there.
Not in a book.
Not in a podcast.
Not even in someone else’s idea of truth.
They were already within me.

But I hadn’t yet learned how to truly listen to them. How to create from that space.
How to be the source, not just the seeker.

And that’s when the next shift came. I stopped looking for someone to explain life to me and opened myself to someone who could mirror the truth I already carried.

That’s when I found Eva.

I remember watching her videos, part of me not fully understanding what she was saying and another part feeling like I’d known it all along. It was like there were two versions of me: one that couldn’t yet grasp the truth and one that recognized it instantly.

Just like that inner feeling - confusing, yet inexplicably attractive.

Little by little, the mystery of being began to unfold.

It felt like I had been wearing a certain pair of glasses that showed me the world in one way… and when I took them off, everything looked different.
And it wasn’t just one pair, I kept removing layer after layer.

Last year, while recovering from a broken rib, I decided to “escape” into the quiet woods of Muhu Island, alone. After three days of solitude and stepping away from the noise of everyday life (probably removing yet another layer), I received a message from Eva: she was offering one-on-one mentorship for a full year. Interesting fact is that I had already experienced and felt working with her closely in my minds-eye, so to speak, when I was part of another one of her programs and now it was all right there in front of me. It was the most exciting message I could have received. I was ready for another shift. Without hesitation, I said yes.

Working with her hasn’t been about learning more concepts. It’s been about unlearning what no longer serves. Not collecting knowledge, but remembering being.

I stopped trying to understand life and started learning how to create myself in alignment with truth.

And now, one year later, as I approach the final stretch of this journey, it almost feels like graduation. I see life differently. I understand how creation works - not as a theory, but as something I live. And even when I forget all of this in the heat of the moment, I know how to return to myself. What once felt like mystery now feels like home.

This has been my experience. If you feel a pull toward this, I’ll leave info here:

https://supremeempires.com