Paris has always held a different kind of energy for me, something deeper than the beauty people usually talk about. The day I visited Père-Lachaise Cemetery, I felt called to venture out alone. It was drizzling, the kind of soft rain that makes everything feel quieter, almost suspended. Walking through the streets by myself felt liberating in a way I didn’t expect. There was a freedom in it—a sense of being held, guided, and completely in my own energy. I felt like the city was opening itself to me, letting me see it through a softer lens.

Just a few weeks before this trip, I had been listening to a podcast that introduced me to Allan Kardec, the founder of Spiritism. His teachings explore life after death, mediumship, the spirit world, and the continuous evolution of the soul. He was someone I had never heard of before, yet the moment I learned his name, something about him felt familiar. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but the coincidence—or what I know was guidance—became clear only once I was in Paris.

When I entered the cemetery, I was in awe. The air felt sacred. The weight of the history, the beauty of the old stones, the hush of the pathways—all of it wrapped around me. I didn’t use a map; I just followed an inner pull, and everything seemed to fall into place, as if I was meant to be in Paris, meant to be alone that day, meant to walk exactly where I walked. And then, in a way that felt almost unreal, I found myself standing right in front of Allan Kardec’s tomb—the same man whose name had only recently entered my life through that podcast. Out of all the millions of graves and hundreds of divisions in Père-Lachaise, his was exactly where I ended up.

Just as I arrived, an English-speaking tour guide happened to be standing there with his group. I don’t believe it was a coincidence that he spoke English. He began explaining how many people come to visit Kardec with flowers, believing that if you leave something meaningful, Kardec will grant you a spiritual gift. Hearing that felt like a message placed in front of me at the perfect moment. I stood there quietly, taking it in, feeling the truth of it sink into my chest. I left my protection bracelet on the tomb and asked to be a vessel—to be of service, to bring healing in whatever way I am meant to.

There was no sadness there, only peace and grounding, a sense of deep connection. I felt held by something bigger than myself. Paris gave me a gift that day: stillness, clarity, and the reminder that when I follow my intuition, I am always guided.

I carried that energy home with me. And four days after returning, something extraordinary happened. I woke up early, the way I always do around five in the morning, planning to meditate. Before I even had the chance, I heard a faint beeping sound, like a computer starting up. Then it hit—a powerful rush of energy pouring in through my crown. It wasn’t gentle; it was vibrant, intense, something I could actually see inside my mind. Streams of information flowed in so fast that my body started twitching, trying to keep up with the energy moving through me. When I thought it was over, another surge came, even stronger.

When the download finally stopped, I could feel Spirit louder and clearer than ever before. The presence was undeniable. I asked what had happened, and the response wasn’t distant or faint—it was amplified, close, almost as if it sat within the same room as me. They simply told me to rest. Within seconds, sleep pulled me under, and I woke about twenty minutes later feeling refreshed but knowing without a doubt that something inside me had shifted.

I don’t always know why moments like these come when they do, but I’ve learned to trust them. I’ve learned to recognize the way Spirit moves—quietly, purposefully, in ways that align perfectly with where I am on my path. Paris gave me a moment of solitude, a sacred encounter, and a reminder that I am never walking alone. And the download that came after showed me that I’m evolving, deepening, and stepping into something truer. Each journey brings a gift. Each moment opens another door. And all I can do is continue to say yes to the places I’m guided, both in the world and within myself.