✧ My Journey
I learned silence before I learned words.
I learned to make myself small, to swallow my fire, stay quiet, and keep everything contained.
But silence has a way of insisting on being heard.
Eventually, the voice I buried began pressing against my ribs, asking to be let out.
My unraveling didn’t happen all at once.
It arrived in waves, through grief that cracked old identities open,
through movement that remembered what stillness had forgotten,
through quiet moments where a single breath became the first sound of my truth returning.
Human Design gave me a map.
Gene Keys revealed the architecture of my shadows.
Somatic practice brought my voice back into my body.
Horses mirrored the parts of me I tried to outrun.
And my galactic overlays reminded me that I was never meant to live in just one world,
but to bridge the cosmic and the human, the mystical and the practical, the infinite and the embodied.
I Am Miranda Mitchell
Embodied Leadership Guide
Voice Liberator
Oracle Creator
Somatic + Shadow Alchemist
As a 2/4 Manifesting Generator carrying the Cross of Tension,
with Mercury rooting my voice in Scorpio’s depth,
I am here to cut through illusion,
to alchemize shadow into resonance,
and to guide you back to the sound of your truest voice.
My work turns pressure into presence,
depth into clarity,
and long-held silence
into a voice that finally feels like yours.
✧ What I Guide You Into
I guide artists, visionaries, sensitives, and multidimensional beings
through the living journey of Human Design and deconditioning,
where the chart becomes a map,
the body becomes a compass,
and your voice returns not as performance,
but as the truest sound of who you already are.
This is not strategy.
This is not fixing.
This is the art of remembering,
a return to the resonance that was never lost,
only buried beneath survival.
✧ My Becoming
For most of my life, I felt misunderstood — too deep, too intense, too aware of truths other people didn’t want to touch. I tried to shrink it, soften it, make myself easier to hold. But no matter how small I made myself, the pressure inside my ribs kept rising, asking to be spoken.
Deconditioning didn’t begin all at once.
It came slowly, through years of choosing what felt right instead of what made sense on paper. Every choice loosened another thread of the life I had built from conditioning — the identity that I thought made me happy because it made me acceptable.
And then the clearing came.
Not gentle.
Not gradual.
A sudden, complete loss — a life collapsing in one breath.
A clearing I hadn’t asked for,
but somehow knew I needed.
In that space, something inside me finally exhaled.
Without the roles, the structures, the expectations, I began to hear myself again — the truth beneath the noise, the rhythm beneath the survival, the voice I had swallowed for years.
My activations guided the way.
Gate 39 asking me to disrupt every place I kept myself small.
Gate 48 pulling me deeper into the well of my own knowing.
Mercury in Scorpio insisting I speak what had been buried.
Gate 5 reminding me that timing is its own kind of devotion.
I didn’t rebuild my life through logic.
I rebuilt it through resonance — one embodied yes at a time.
And the smirk you see in this photo?
That’s the soundless laughter of a woman who finally let herself become.
✧ Why I Do This Work
Because I know the ache of an unsung voice —
the tension that builds in the ribs
when truth has nowhere to go.
Because I lived years inside identities
that kept me acceptable but not alive.
Because I once believed silence was safety
until silence became unbearable.
My chart taught me who I truly am:
Gate 48 — the one who speaks from the deep well of knowing.
Gate 39 — the liberator who provokes what must be voiced.
Mercury in Scorpio — the mirror that cuts through illusion.
Neptune in the 1st — the dissolver of false identities.
Gate 5 — the keeper of rhythm and timing.
North Node in Sagittarius — the guide who restores direction and remembrance.
I rose through cycles of becoming and unbecoming,
through loss that felt like clearing,
through choices that made no logical sense
but felt true in my bones.
Now I create sanctuaries of remembrance—
spaces where illusion dissolves,
where rhythm returns,
where truth finds its sound,
and where the voice rises
steady and unshaken.
✧ This Is Your Invitation to Remember
This is not just Human Design.
This is reclamation.
This is resonance.
This is the slow art of unbecoming everything you were taught to be.
When the voice returns to the body,
the soul remembers its song —
older than time,
woven from the stars,
anchored here,
in you.
