I am Carrie Symes
Physician of the Soul. Sacred Light Weaver.
Mystic. Mother. Oracle. Reclaimer.
I walk between worlds with feet in the soil and heart in the stars.
From the moment I arrived earthside, I was carried by unseen hands.
I was adopted at birth — lovingly placed into another family's arms, as if the universe had written the story before I had a chance to read it. I grew up knowing I was adopted. It was never a secret. And yet the knowing carried its own particular weight — a love that was real and a belonging that sometimes felt just slightly out of reach. I loved my family completely. And I still didn't quite feel I came from there.
My great-grandmother and I shared the same birthday, lifetimes apart — a bond beyond time, unspoken yet eternally felt. When I was eighteen I moved into her house. It was the first room I had ever lived in that didn't require a performance to enter. I finally exhaled.
As a child, I lived in worlds no one else could see. Spirits whispered gently at the edges of my vision, and my stuffed animals pulsed with life and love. I knew, deep in my cells, that there was more — a vast unseen realm, tender and true, just beneath the surface.
By the age of three, I was dreaming of futures and building circuses out of sticks in the snow. I walked in two timelines at once — one seen, one soul-deep. In adolescence, my visions intensified until they frightened me into silence. I tucked away the tarot cards, the crystals, the knowings... But the codes were never truly forgotten.
The Cracking Open
I moved through the world like many do: jobs, roles, caretaking, showing up, holding it all together. I worked in nursing for over a decade — witnessing death as not an end, but a liberation. Even then, I felt like I was dancing in some deeper rhythm that no one else could hear.
When I was sixteen, a woman approached my mother in a mall. From that conversation, my birth family was revealed — a sister, half-siblings, a mother who had made a choice I spent years trying to understand. A meeting was arranged. My birth mother didn't show up.
I carried that door — the one that opened and didn't open all the way — for a long time. The grief of it was specific: not the grief of abandonment exactly, but the grief of a threshold that never fully crossed. A story with a chapter missing.
And then in 2017, everything changed again.
A car accident split my world open. The man who turned in front of me didn't just hit my vehicle — he hit a wall I hadn't known I'd built. That collision cracked me open.
From the physical pain emerged a new clarity. I began healing through food, through stillness, through truth. The accident was not the end — it was the ignition. It brought me back to breath. Back to essence. Back to light.
What I found in that cracking open was not a new self.
It was the self I had always been — the one who had arrived between two stories and spent her whole life quietly building the bridge between them.
The Awakening Path
I walked through initiations disguised as everyday life.
A divine love story unfolded — the kind I dreamed about long before I met him.
We married on the Lions Gate Portal (8/8/09) without even knowing the cosmic poetry of it all.
Two daughters arrived, full of light and legacy.
In 2020, the world paused. So did I.
I found my way to Reiki… then the angels called me home.
Angelic Reiki cracked me open to the divine realms I had always known but never fully trusted.
It wasn't just a modality — it was a return.
The frequency of angels spoke in my cells. I wept with remembrance.
Soon after came Somatic Coaching —
the body, too, was its own oracle.
I learned to listen to the wisdom within the tension.
To trust the breath as a bridge.
To dance grief and ecstasy alike.
Each modality I stepped into was a reclaiming.
Each certification an unlocking.
Each soul encounter a mirror.
I became:
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A Sacred Light Weaver
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A Pause Breathwork Facilitator
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An Angelic Reiki Master Teacher
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A Spirit Releasement Guide
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A Metaphysical Practitioner
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A Hypnotherapist
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A Past Life Regressionist
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A Mother. A Mystic. A Mirror.
And now, I’m working toward my Ph.D. in Holistic Life Counseling — not for a title, but for truth.
What I Carry
I am here to walk with you as you remember what has always been within.
I hold a frequency of grounding love, a presence that sees beneath your words into the wisdom of your being.
I do not fix — I reflect.
I do not lead — I illuminate.
I do not teach — I remind.
And I guide from the inside.
Not from theory. Not from study alone. But from having lived the version of this story that many of the women I work with are still living — the adoptee experience, the black sheep wound, the belonging that was always just slightly conditional, the self that learned to be quiet to stay loved.
I know what it is to love people you still don't quite feel you came from.
I know what it is to carry a door that opened and didn't open all the way.
I know what it is to stand in two timelines at once — one seen, one soul-deep — and wonder which one is really yours.
That knowing is not a wound I carry onto the table.
It is the lamp I hold while I walk beside you.
This life is not about becoming someone new. It's about dissolving everything you're not.
I am here to guide you back to your divine design. To help you clear what's not yours. To awaken the alchemist within.
My Soul's Cosmic Codes
You’ve likely felt it already — the way I see you before you speak.
It’s not because I’m guessing.
It’s because I was born for this.
I am a 2/4 Projector with Emotional Authority in Human Design.
That means I don’t chase or convince — I see, I wait, I invite.
I was designed to witness your essence and reflect it back with clarity and grace.
In my presence, women soften.
Their breath deepens.
Their truth begins to rise — not because I pull it,
but because I hold space for it to bloom.
Astrologically, I’m a Capricorn Sun in the 7th House —
which means I’m here to build sacred containers for others.
I bring grounded, structured devotion into every relationship I hold.
My presence is steady, rooted, ancient —
like a mountain that remembers how to bend to wind without ever crumbling.
If you’ve been carrying too much alone…
I’m here to remind you: you don’t have to.
My Pisces Moon in the 9th House gives me the soul of a mystic —
but also the vision of a seeker.
I feel things most people miss.
I dream in frequencies.
I commune with the unseen and bring it back to Earth in a way that heals.
I honor what’s unspoken.
I trust the sacred teachings that don’t come from books.
With a Cancer Rising, I’m not here to perform.
I’m here to nurture, to protect, to create safe sanctuaries for rebirth.
You’ll feel it in the way I speak — not loud, but luminous.
I carry a softness that disarms the parts of you that are always on alert.
My chart is woven with 6th House Sagittarius placements —
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, and Neptune —
which means I bring freedom, vision, and divine connection into the daily.
Healing with me isn’t abstract.
It’s embodied.
It’s sacred rituals, deep breath, intuitive rhythm, and meaning anchored into your actual life.
And with Saturn and Pluto in Scorpio in the 5th,
I’m not afraid of what’s hidden.
I walk through the dark with reverence, not fear —
and I’ll walk with you until you find the light again.
My North Node in Gemini in the 12th House is my soul contract:
to channel divine truth,
to speak what others cannot see,
to guide from the unseen realms
and remind you that you are never alone.
This is the architecture of my soul.
This is the map I follow as I hold you in your becoming.
This is why, when you’re with me —
you don’t feel lost anymore.
You feel… remembered.
The Ritual of My Becoming
Each day begins with presence.
As I rise from sleep, I sift through dream threads,
gathering images, messages, memories.
Then I move — Kundalini yoga, somatic dance, breathwork —
whatever the soul asks for.
I greet the earth through my feet, the ducks through the morning light,
and sip oolong or cacao with reverence.
I return to myself before I return to the world.
Other Soul Codes
Spirit Animals: Arctic White Fox & Peacock
Botanicals I commune with: African Violets, Hoyas, Lavender, Roses
Soul Archetypes: Mystic • Oracle • Mother • Weaver • Guide
What I can’t resist: Plants, always. And ice cream 🍦
Current nourishment: Sacred presence. Sunshine. Cold plunges. Breath.
Dinner with the Divine: Alice Bailey • Edgar Cayce • Cyndi Dale • Dr. Paul Leon Masters
What clients say: “I feel grounded. I feel seen. I feel safe.”
The Invitation
If you’ve made it here, your soul already knows.
This is not coincidence.
You are awakening.
You are unraveling stories that were never yours
and rising into the essence that always was.
I’m not here to fix you — you were never broken.
I’m not here to lead you — I’m here to walk beside you.
This is a remembrance.
A return.
A sacred reclaiming.
Let’s walk together.
