✧ Interference & Reclamation: My Sovereign Birth Story
My own birth, the one I had intended to be sovereign — did not unfold the way I envisioned.
I had prepared, declared, aligned… and yet, interference still entered my field.
Now when I say interference, you might be like… ‘Okay Susan, what does that mean exactly?’ — Well, it is the subtle insertion of energetic derailment into your manifestation process. Meaning the quiet energy that’s under the surface and not always visible or directly noticeable, has the ability to affect what unfolds. It does not always come with drama or visible sabotage. It can arrive cloaked in silence—in fear masked as concern or in loyalty to those we’ve long outgrown.
And to be clear: I do not embody victimhood. When I say that interference entered my sovereign birth field, I say it with full awareness that — at some level — I unconsciously allowed it. And for that, I take complete personal responsibility.
While my birth experience did not unfold as I envisioned, it became one of the most powerful initiations of my life. It revealed the places where my field was still open, where my discernment was still soft and where sovereignty had not yet been fully embodied.
Yes, interference occurred. But it did not define me. It refined me.
I am stronger now. Clearer. More courageous. And more devoted than ever to holding my energetic field with integrity — in birth, in motherhood and in every sacred manifestation to come.
Mistakes, derailments, even perceived “failures” — these are not endpoints. They are thresholds.
And you can trust: I walked through this one fully and I took this initiation into motherhood with reverence, fire and full embodiment.
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A brief glimpse at my birth story
In the final stretch of my pregnancy, I carried intense swelling and a knowing that my body was preparing for something vast. When my waters released at home, I entered labor with peace and deep presence. The birth portal opened slowly—five full days of gentle intensity. But to me, it was sacred. Hypnobirthing techniques carried me. My breath was my anchor. Surrounded by affirmations, mood lighting, sacred altars, music, warm water and tender care, I felt safe. I labored in the birth pool. I ate, I rested, I moved. My birthkeeper and partner did everything they could to protect the space.
On the fifth day, the power went out—but that didn’t phase me. In hindsight, it was a foreshadowing. A subtle signal of disruption. A shift in frequency I didn’t yet recognize. Unbeknownst to me, someone had called the authorities. A police officer came to the house—but I never knew. I stayed cocooned in my sacred rhythm. This seemingly uneventful detail was, in truth, the first energetic breach—a ripple of outside authority entering my birth field without consent. Though I was unaware at the time, the frequencies of surveillance, distrust, and imposed control had already entered the portal.
Then, on that same day, suddenly—everything changed.
I had a seizure at home. My consciousness altered completely. I was taken by ambulance and something shifted in my brain. I could no longer filter or resist. I became blissfully agreeable—detached from the grounded clarity I had spent months cultivating. In that vulnerable state, every intervention I once said I’d never accept was imposed. And I said yes. Not from consent—but from neurological override. I don’t remember most of it. A c-section was performed. My body was cut open. My child was born.
The postpartum that followed was raw. My healing was not just physical—it was spiritual, cellular, ancestral. And yet through that rupture, I became even more fiercely aligned with my path. I reclaimed what had been interrupted. And I now embody that knowing for others.
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To circle back to the focus of my personal share today—how did such a jarring experience unfold, despite my careful and reverent manifestation? In essence, what exactly was this “interference”?
It was the subtle unraveling of my field through overlooked access points—the spaces where alignment was assumed, but not fully secured.
✧ I was an open book.
I told everyone. Even those not equipped to hold the vision.
I shared my sovereign birth plans with nearly everyone I knew — including those incapable of holding such sacred vision without casting silent fear or doubt. Their projections rooted into my birth field, most potently during my Blessing Way. A hard-earned lesson: Keep your plans sacred.
✧ I kept misaligned friendships.
I ignored red flags in the name of loyalty
I held space for someone who no longer resonated with who I had become. I mistook loyalty for love. But true sovereignty means knowing that unconditional love does not mean unconditional access.
✧ My partner was not fully equipped.
He supported me on paper, but doubted me in energy.
While he supported me outwardly, he doubted me internally. He didn’t fully grasp the magnitude of energetic protection a sovereign birth requires — and subtle influences around him widened that gap. This is another truth few speak aloud: just because they are your partner doesn’t mean they are your protector.
✧ The space itself was compromised.
I gave birth in a home full of stagnancy.
My home at the time was not clear. It held stagnant, low-vibrational energies — a reflection of the inner and outer entanglements I hadn’t yet cleared. The field was not fortified. Sovereignty requires more than intent. It requires environment, integrity and unwavering energetic coherence.
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This is not a story of failure.
It is a story of reclamation.
Afterward, I cleared the cords—not just from people, but from timelines, from thoughtforms, from limited beliefs, from inherited wounds not only by blood but by marriage, from the fragments of who I thought I needed to be to be “safe” and to keep peace that wasn’t peace at all—it was false peace. I severed the lingering threads of fear, compliance, suppression and external approval that had woven themselves into my womb and throat.
I sealed the field—through ritual, intention, declaration, and daily devotion. I closed what had been left open. I not only named the places where my sovereignty had been bypassed, I fortified them with clarity and command. This reclamation required courage born from a deeply vulnerable place. Because the absence of healthy boundaries wasn’t random—it was patterned. It was woven into my closest relationships, the ones I had once mistaken for safety. To seal the field meant facing where I had once abandoned myself to maintain connection. Even when it hurt, I chose to choose myself and my daughter. And from that place of clear and unapologetic sovereignty, I rebuilt trust within myself—one clear boundary at a time.
I retrieved my voice and my knowing—the deep feminine intelligence that had been diminished through, willful self-suppression, overexposure to misaligned energies, medical intervention and energetic override—returned to me. Rooted, wiser and no longer willing to be compromised. My voice returned. First as a whisper. Then as a roar.
I called back the sovereign blueprint of my birth—not through fantasy, but through frequency. Not to rewrite the story—but to reweave its power. To claim that even in disruption, I am not broken. And that the codes of divine motherhood are still alive in my body.
And I wrote a guide.
For others. For you.
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Interference & Reclamation: A Mini Guide to Sovereign Birth Lessons from the Field
This is a sacred gift, encoded with the five key lessons I integrated from this threshold.
Let it be a mirror, a reminder or a starting point for your own reclamation.
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