My name is Mara.

While my roots are in Portugal, my spirit has always been nomadic, driven by a relentless need to find where I truly belong.

For as long as I can remember, I felt a distinct separation from the world around me. My thought patterns never followed the "normal" linear tracks of others; my mind was always seeking a different resonance. This difference, however, came with a heavy price in my earlier years. I navigated through what I can only describe as a personal hell—a time defined by deep suffering, inner explosions, and a chaotic search for meaning.

I was born with the 6/2 profile - the Role Model/Hermit - but for a long time i did not feel it or understood it. From early on, my open Head and Sacral centers were like two wide open doors. I felt everything. The unspoken tensions in a room, the questions people never dared to voice, the emotional waves crashing through other’s people’s bodies that somehow hurt me as if they were my own.

But no one had a language for that, and neither did I. So I did what many open Solar Plexus center beings do when the world feels too loud: I shut it down…Alcohol became the anesthetic. It dulled the roar of other people’s feelings echoing through my nervous system. It blurred the edges of the questions that kept me awake at night. It made me lighter, looser, less responsible for all the invisible currents i was sensing.

On the outside, I learned to wear masks. I have the Left Angle Cross of Masks and is not just poetry - it’s a lived costume change. I knew instinctively how to show up as what was needed, I became fluent in performance. I could read the room, and then step into the version of me that would be easiest for others to accept. Underneath, though, there was an unspoken bargain: “If I can keep everyone else okay, maybe I won’t feel how not-okay I really am.”

So instead of sharing my depth, I doubted it. I silenced the questions. I second-guessed my perceptions. I drank to soften the edges of my own accuracy.

The first phase of the 6th line - the “trial and error” years - is rarely neat. Mine were particularly raw. I bumped into life, relationships, and my own limits while carrying the quiet shame of “if they saw what’s really going on inside of me, they’d walk away.” I was called many times before 40. I felt the subtle invitations: to be more honest about my pain, to stop abandoning my body for the comfort of others, to tell the truth about what I see and sense, to let the depth become a resource instead of a secret wound. But like many 6th line beings, I did not answer those calls at first. I postponed them. I minimized them. I told myself there would be another, more convenient moment. Until, one day, i had an ad hoc meeting with my Shadow Self, that forced me to open my eyes and look in the mirror… I lost my Identity, myself… There is a particular grief in knowing I felt the invitations and turned away…

For a long time, the Roof - that second phase of the 6th line - seemed like a fantasy reserved for other people. I was still in the experiment, still in the mess, still wearing masks at “parties” while my inner world screamed for something real. It was only after 40 that something broke open. Not in a single, cinematic moment, but in accumulated fatigue. The exhaustion of self-abandonment. The hangovers that weren’t just physical, but spiritual. The deep knowing that I could not keep numbing my way through a life that kept asking me to wake up. Answering the call, this time, did not look glamorous. It looked like choosing discomfort over anesthesia. Like sitting with emotions instead of drowning them. Like peeling off masks one by one and realizing I had forgotten what my own face looked like. My open Solar Plexus, once flooded and overwhelmed, began to be seen for what it really is: a place of exquisite emotional clarity when it is not hijacked by other’s people pain. I started to tell the difference between mine and theirs. Between what my body truly felt and what i was amplifying. My open Head center, once a source of constant pressure and anxiety, is becoming a spacious sky. I realized i do not have to answer every question, I do not have to solve the world to be worthy of existing in it. I can let thoughts move through me without attaching to them as my identity, that quiet, depth - began to reveal itself as a gift. Not flashy, performative window, but the kind that sits with someone in their darkness and does not flinch, the kind that can name patterns, see the root cause, and offer insight that actually lands because it comes from lived experience, not theory. My 6/2 profile, long delayed, finally stepped into its second phase. I am currently in this space of integration and observation. I am the watcher on the roof, preparing for the ultimate destination of the 6/2 path: the Kiron Activation. I understand that this future transition will call me "off the roof" to fully embody my wisdom as a Role Model. Everything I do now—every frequency I integrate and every insight I gather—is preparation for that third phase. My hermit side - the 2nd line - now serves me differently too. Where i was once a hiding place, it is now a sanctuary, I withdraw not to escape, but to recalibrate, to listen, to let truth settle in my body before sharing it, I no longer disappear because I am ashamed, I retreat because my depth requires solitude to ripen. My Left Angle Cross of Masks has softened from survival strategy into conscious artistry, I still know how to navigate roles, but now my masks are transparent, I can meet people where they are without betraying where I am, I can set boundaries or leave when I feel it’s not healthy for me, I can see through personas others wear because I have done that work on myself.

My story is not one of getting it “right” from the beginning. It is the story of a being who spent years numbing what was true, only to discover that the very sensitivity I tried to kill is the heart of my medicine. To truly understand the light, one must first be a student of the dark. My failures were my greatest Initiations.

Standing here today, I do not hide the wreckage of my past. Instead, I wear my mistakes and failures as a mantle of wisdom. I carry them with deep compassion for the woman I was, and I carry them unapologetically. They are the scars of my Journey - the proof that I have navigated the depths and returned with something worth sharing. I am not here despite my story; I am here because of it.

I found Human Design many years ago, and i have studied it (still do, it is an endless knowledge source), through the original teachings of Ra Uru Hu. I have remained committed to preserving the integrity of the system, choosing depth over simplification and honoring it’s true nature beyond the era of “HD lite”

Human Design is not a belief system; it is a mechanical map of your unique frequency. I have spent years diving into the depths of this system—not just to collect data, but to understand the living experiment. My study has been a process of stripping away the "Not-Self" layers to reveal the core geometry beneath. Human Design is experimental, try it, and see for yourself the results.

How I Guide You

When you enter The Well, we aren't just looking at boxes and lines. We are looking for your Peace, your Satisfaction, and your Success.

• Recognition of the Real You: I help you see the gifts you’ve been afraid to trust and the sensitivities you’ve been trying to "fix."

• Deconditioning the Shadow: We look at where you are absorbing the world's noise and how to build your own "Black Sanctuary" for your nervous system.

• Strategic Navigation: Whether you are making a career shift, healing a relationship, or simply trying to find the "Grace" in your daily life, I provide the coordinates to move as your true self.

I am here to ensure that your voyage isn't a struggle, but a return to the Passenger's Seat. You don't have to drive the life; you just have to watch the movie.

I am here to guide you through the long, beautiful experiment of Deconditioning.

Whether you are seeking recognition or looking for the satisfaction of your own truth, I invite you to join me.

Trust the Process. Honor the Passenger. Love Yourself.

Mara