The I Within, My Journey Through the Immersive Retreat

Hello wonderful community,

Last week I shared with you a glimpse into my struggles as I expand spiritually and into consciousness.

This week, my gift to you is a travel through my soul’s experience during the immersive retreat I attended in September.

You may ask, what does “immersive retreat” mean? It is not a vacation. It is not a course.

It is a complete dive into the self, into the unseen, into the frequency of truth that exists beyond words or identities.

It is when you allow your soul to lead the human form into remembrance, to immerse means to become one with. As you read these words, I invite you to immerse yourself.

Let these high-frequency words move through you, and allow your soul to feel their vibration.

The most transformational and beautiful turning points happen when you let your human self be guided by your soul.

The Journey Begins

From this point on, even when there is a “we”, my husband and myself, or others and/or myself, I will refer to it as “I.”

The I for collective energy. The I for unity. The I of the 'Creator of all that is', living within the collective I and the individual I. No walls. Only oneness.

It was days of gentle sun warmth and soft rain showers over the rolling countryside of the United Kingdom.

I was led through the curvy green roads to Broughton Sanctuary, a sacred land near Skipton in North Yorkshire, a place where the Earth breathes differently, slower, deeper.

As I drew closer, I could feel a sense of belonging rising in my chest, as if I was returning home to fragments of myself scattered across lifetimes.

“I’m back with you,” I whispered.

My family, my other selves, my extensions dispersed through time, gathering again. No matter how humanly far the distance once seemed, I have been felt all along.

Here I am, with the multitudes of “I”, connecting effortlessly.

The Sanctuary

I was welcomed by the most humble and loving souls, Roger Tempest and Paris Ackrill, the keepers of this sanctuary, protectors of a land held by dragons and angels for thirty-two generations.

As Roger gently handed each of the ninety-six “I” a plate in the dining hall, his smile and energy said welcome home. This was not just hospitality, this was heart.

Roger and Paris, the guardians of this sacred ground, hold infinite transmutable energy, light, generosity, love, and compassion radiating from every gesture.

I stayed in the Main Hall, an ancestral castle carried through generations, its doors without locks, its handles worn by time and trust. No barriers between souls, only mutual respect and safety. I slept at home. I walked the infinite green fields, breathing with the dragons, feeling the pulse of oneness through the land. The teachings through Dr. Zach Bush resonated through my cells as his words merged with the vibration of the collective I. “I hope you didn’t come here to meet me,” Zach said. True. I came to meet the I, the collective, the unity, the reflection of source in every face, every breath, every cell.

The Collective I

As my soul touched every I in the space, I felt warm, nourished, and complete.

Every I there had traveled lifetimes to arrive in that room, each committed to soul expansion, each shedding another layer of “human decoration.” The air itself was healing. With every exhale, I could feel release of old programs, pain, and the illusion of separation. With every inhale, light poured in.

I feel you. I know you. I love you, my soul whispered.

And for the first time in a long while, I felt felt. I felt heard. I felt held.

Every connection in that space felt destined, beyond coincidence, a cosmic alignment in perfect timing.

The Moment of Remembrance

As the retreat drew to an end, something whispered within me, a voice I remembered from my dreams decades ago: “I have been here.”

Walking through the green fields, breathing the crisp air, connecting with the skies and the soil, I knew: I am exactly where I am meant to be.

Honoring my truth. Owning my journey. I stepped into the small adjoining chapel.

As I opened the door, there it was, the vision, the calling. The same shape I had seen before, the same sacred space that had been calling me home.

An inexplicable wave rose within me, not joy, not sadness, but tears of belonging. Tears of remembrance. Tears of ecstatic awareness.

I sat quietly, letting the tears fall into the stillness. Surrendering to what was, to what is.

And then, the whisper came again: “I am everywhere. And I can only guide you if you listen. Surrender.”

The truth.

I invite you to seek truth on the upcoming online circle with my community, to know more, register to my newsletter.

With love,
Danielle