Something cracked open… and this is what came through

An invitation to return to the voices within

Hey radiant soul,

I’ve been sitting with this newsletter for a while.
Not because I didn’t know what to say.
But because I’ve lived too much of it to pretend this is a regular "launch announcement."

Unspoken Selves didn’t come from a plan.
It came from the void.

2 months ago, I entered what I can only describe as a spiritual void. A complete pause. A deafening silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The terrifying kind…the kind where your soul suddenly goes quiet, and the only thing left in the room is your ego spiralling, questioning everything you ever believed in.

The part of me that once felt so connected, so aligned with the source, felt like it had shut the door. For weeks, I didn’t hear anything. No downloads. No messages. No nudges. Just… stillness. And in that stillness… that silence, my identities started collapsing one after the other.

The creator. The guide. The coach. The ambitious, fiery woman. The one who knew her purpose. The one who held others. Even the one who could make sense of her chaos. The one who deeply surrendered & trusted.

Every single one of them started crumbling.

And with them, my anchors.

I didn’t know who I was without them. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

But the fear?
The fear was screaming.

That my gifts were gone.
That I would be forgotten.
That the old version of me had died, and nothing would emerge in her place.

I felt like I was holding a box filled with cracked identities, unsure of what to do with them. And every time I tried to push forward, something pulled me back. It wasn’t resistance. It was the deep whisper:

"You're not meant to create from this place."

But the universe has a funny way of guiding you even when you think you’ve been abandoned.

It sent me a friend who looked me in the eye and said something that shook me. I won’t go into the words right now…maybe I’ll share it someday….but it was like a mirror cracking in front of me. Painful. Ugly. True.

I spiralled lower than ever that day. Ugly tears. Locked inside the room. Crying myself to sleep, exhausted.

And then two days later… I woke up with a fire in my belly. Not loud. Not roaring. But unmistakable.

Like something had been handed to me in the dark.

I didn’t even know what to call it at first. I just knew I had to follow.

I told myself it would be an experiment. A game (haha, what an irony). I’d create this thing…whatever it was…and watch myself through the process. Observe where I spiralled. Where I froze. Where I felt like I was floating.

And my god—it changed me.

That thing eventually became Unspoken Selves.

But back then? It was just a whisper.

I felt called to weave together tarot, channelled messages, identities, and truth, but I had no idea how.

I couldn’t visualise the end result. I didn’t have a vision board. I didn’t sit and write down a list of “features” or sections. I couldn’t either.

I just followed what wanted to be born. Had to trust the process

And what wanted to be born... was not a product. It felt like a portal…a deeply sacred space.

A space that showed me things I wasn’t ready to see.
A space that demanded presence over polish.
A space that reminded me (cough cough…viscerally) of how much my body has held.

This wasn’t about productivity, launches, or strategies.

This was about remembering.

I started receiving channelings in the weirdest ways — right after waking up, just before falling asleep, while brushing my teeth, and while walking. My WhatsApp was filled with half-typed phrases and fragments. I’d also meet people, and watch videos, reels or podcasts where I’d get pieces of the puzzle. I didn’t question them. I just wrote.

I didn't realise I could channel for collective identities before. I'd only done it 1:1, inside sessions.

One day, it would be the woman who’s always felt unsafe, like she could get wiped out of existence and no one would notice.

Another day, it would be the woman whose business had gone silent, who was wondering if she’d ever feel inspired again.

Another day, it was for the one who was exhausted to her bones and didn’t know why. The one unlocking her gifts and terrified by their magnitude. The one who didn’t trust herself — not really.

Each identity came like a thunderstorm.

I didn’t know I was still carrying them in me.
Until they spoke.

And after the rain, I’d sit down. Listen. And write.

Unspoken Selves started to take shape.

Not just as a mirror of my story, but as a remembering of the collective.

Because every time I’d write something... the next day or a few days later, a friend would tell me she was going through the exact same thing. Another woman would message me saying she had the same dream. Another would cry, saying she didn’t have words for what she felt until now. It was kind of freaky…until I surrendered and embraced it fully.

That’s when I realised: this wasn’t just my space. This was ours.

The versions of ourselves we’ve denied, buried, hidden, made small… they don’t want to be “healed.” They want to be seen. Witnessed. Held.

Not fixed. Just named.

And I knew I had to hold space for that naming to happen.

So I built this space. Slowly. Carefully. Reverently. I allowed myself to rest when I needed to. I scrapped the old ways of “pushing through.” I didn’t sprint. I sat with it.

And the work responded. It came alive.

This week, I finally opened the pre-sale.

I want to scream, cry and dance all at once to be completely honest.

Because this? This is the most sacred thing I’ve ever created.

Not because it’s perfect (oh, definitely not).

But because it was made from my womb, not my mind.

And now... if you feel your body lean in as you read this… if there’s a part of you that’s remembering something too… I’d love for you to come inside.

You don’t need to rush.
You don’t need to commit to anything right now.

But if a part of you whispers, “Maybe this is for me”... trust her.

You’ve been walking toward this space for a while now.

This space isn’t something to consume. It’s something to sit inside.
To come back to when you feel lost, cracked, afraid, heavy, numb, too much, or not enough.

This isn’t a one-time portal.
It’s a living field that holds you in the exact identity you’re unravelling.

And it changes you without rushing you.

Inside Unspoken Selves, you’ll meet five powerful energies:

• The woman who’s always felt deeply unsafe, like she could get wiped out of existence

• The woman who doesn’t trust herself deeply

• The woman who’s been feeling chronic exhaustion & fatigue for months

• The woman who’s unlocking her powers in layers, and is sometimes terrified of them.

• The woman whose business has gone still, stagnant or paused.

Each identity comes with:

• A story that holds my lived experience

• A channelled video message straight from the soul field of that identity

• A tarot or oracle reflection

• A reflection portal of journaling, somatic and energetic prompts to sit with

All held in a single, sacred Notion space.
You move through it at your own rhythm.
There’s no timeline.
There’s no expected outcome.
There’s just you.

You and your own voice.

If you’re already nodding
If your chest feels warm or your throat tight or your belly says "fuck I need this"

Trust it.

This isn’t a push or a campaign.
This is a soul calling forward to the ones who are ready.

We start with five identities.
More are arriving soon. (There’ll be 9 in the actual sale, that’ll go out by the end of July…hopefully…as the channellings come out in waves. You’ll get it right in your inbox once it’s done.)

The pre-sale is open now.
It's $9.
Because that’s what it asked to be.

(Price goes up to $16 in the actual sale)

Enter when you're ready:

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for witnessing me.
And thank you for being willing to witness yourself.

With all the love,
Shruthi