Soul Names.

I have often come across people in the ‘spiritual’ community that have changed their names, from what they were given at birth, to names that they feel resonate more with who they feel themselves to be. I have, at times, scoffed at these individuals. I now feel differently.

I have long had an affinity for the name ‘Maya’, loving it so much that I have held a special place in my heart for it, for a future daughter if I ever have one. The other night, watching a youtube video, I heard a woman talking about how she had been told her soul was not of this Earth, and that she was of ‘Syrian’ origin. Now, I have heard people talk of themselves being ‘not of this Earth’ and ‘aliens’ before, but have written it off as people who are ‘off with the faeries’. To hear someone I respect, and whose journey I have followed and resonated with, talk of this led me to a bit of investigation.

So I began research, into the Syrians and then into the ‘Pleiadians’. I came across several articles describing traits of Pleiadians which made me laugh with just how much they described myself. I then learnt that the Pleiadians come from the ‘star cluster’ the Pleiadies, which is comprised of seven stars, oft referred to in mythology as ‘the seven sisters’; Pleione, Atlante, Alcyone, Merope, Elettra, Celeno, Taigete, Asterope and Maia.


I stared in shock almost, feeling something almost ‘fall into place’. Thought myself crazy. No, surely not. I filed it to the back of my mind for several nights, til I woke this morning from a dream. Well, from several dreams.

In one of the dreams I was talking about the star cluster to an older man, and told him of the name ‘Maia’ and that I had a thought that it could be my name, but that I doubted myself. He replied ‘Ah yes, Maia…’ with a knowing smile in his eyes and words, and I now know it to be true… The ‘y’ never felt true, but the ‘i’ feels right.

I still ask for guidance.

What is this for? What does this mean? Has anyone else had an experience with feeling from a different place altogether? Has anyone else had an experience with a ‘soul name’? How can you tell if it is ego creating drama, or if it is from the soul, from the higher Self… How can you tell if you are not ‘crazy’ and down the rabbit hole, so to speak…?

Comments, questions, all… welcome!

Love, light, peace and HUGS!
….Maia XXXX



I had a dream last night. It was not so much a dream as a nightmare. It was not so much of a nightmare as a between dream and waking perception of something/someone/somethings in my room, beside my bed.

Three screams let out the black, hunched over figure, and I laid there, paralysed, willing myself back to sleep. I had a very uncomfortable sleep last night. I am now terrified. I need to see someone, I need some help. The veil is thin and I need to fight back. Has anyone had dreams’ or encounters such as this? Thoughts on protection, clearing and what to do are all welcome…

I had a dream last night.



It’s been eight months since I cut my hair last. It was a year before that. I’m just not big on it… anymore. I used to get my hair cut as often as my mother told me to. I used to straighten my hair almost every day, scared that to have a hair out of place would mean social exclusion in high school. I haven’t dyed my entire head for well over two years. You could be fooled into thinking that I’ve gone and done the ‘dip-dye’ look but in Truth the line you see is where I just stopped giving a shit. About regrowth, about ‘keeping up with appearances’, if how I presented myself was socially conventional and accepted.

When I moved to Canada at the start of the year I styled my hair perhaps once or twice a week, when I’d go out. Then, the weekend before I left to head down into the United States, I stepped on my GHD hair straightener, that’d been with me since the beginning of high school, rendering it useless (don’t worry, it wasn’t on!). So I boarded the plane to San Francisco post first-time-backpacker-panic-attack, with a Spanish guy I’d met in the land of snow and maple syrup, sans straightener. And it was one of the best things that’d ever happened to me. Despite not using it frequently at all, I didn’t realise how much I relied on it when I wanted to appear ‘acceptable’ in instances when I went out at night. But what else is more acceptable than how I am naturally? How God made me?

So my hair became wild, nourished by mountain streams, ridge line winds, motel showers. I became freer than I’d ever been before, let myself go barefoot in Carribean islands, fell into strangers eyes and beds, stopped apologising for everything I stand for and started to speak up.

And then my travels ended, and I came back to my home town. And I started to feel post-travel depression, in a big way, and stuck and unhappy and confused. And so I cut off my broken ends. My ends that had been scorched by the Mexican sun, by chlorine, by hair-dye. My hair, that carried memories of high-school Bulimia, and self-harm and manipulative tendencies. My hair, which carried lessons I’ve learnt, loves I’ve lost, security, and the past. To also disclose the whole Truth, I was kind of sick of that being the only thing people commented on. And then, there was this man, this man who loved my hair, it’s length, it’s beauty and I found I couldn’t wash him out… So I tried to cut him out. Then I realise, that whatever I mean to him, it does not matter. He meant something to me – I did not fall in love him, but I loved him, and I felt powerful with him, I learnt things with him – and so he will forever remain in my heart.

I was afraid that cutting it off would mean I wouldn’t understand those lessons anymore, but now I see it is all in my head… I carry the wisdom of my past within all my cells, and I can let them go now because it’s time to move forward again, here in my home town. It’s time to make the most of it.

And I’ve made a promise to myself. To not cut my hair for three years. To not straighten, nor blow-dry it, to treat it with the up-most respect. Let’s see where this takes me.

Sat Nam,
Love and Light,
Kayleigh Xxx