My Tim Morrison Experience: A Soul Flight & Spiritus Ceremony
- kaitlyn terrell
- Mar 17
- 4 min read
Art Journalist Experience
"I have nothing to lose, and I have everything to gain."
If you know me personally, you’ve probably heard me say this plenty of times. It’s a belief that has deeply rooted itself in my life—a reminder to focus on the best that could happen rather than the worst. This mindset has been my guiding force for months, a message whispered by spirit, God, or whoever watches over my life with deep curiosity. I don’t often receive words from spirit; instead, it’s visions—*That’s So Raven*-style flashes or intense déjà vu. And when I see it, I don’t walk—I sprint, as if my life depends on it.
So, why am I telling you this? Well, my dear reader, it’s how I found myself in yet another life-changing moment. You might recall my two-week silent retreat (which I’ll link here), but this was something different—another testimony to trusting my intuition.
The Call to Ceremony
It all started with an ad. Tim Morrison was bringing his tour to the U.S., a rare opportunity since he's based in Australia. The ad popped up on my feed, and like everything else, I stared at it for about 30 seconds before scrolling away. But something within me whispered, *You’re going to be there.* I laughed at the thought—*With what money, babygirl?*
That night, after documenting KrisCatalyst's Full Moon Women’s Circle (which I’ll also link), I was driving home when an urge hit me at a red light—*check your phone*. Typical Gen Z behavior, I know, but I did it. And there he was again—Tim Morrison. Without hesitation, I found myself DMing him, pouring out my heart about why I needed to be there, how my passion for art journalism pulled me toward this experience. I sent the message and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to a reply—an invitation. *Me. MEEEE!* I had one hour to get there. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten dressed so fast in my life. As I rushed out the door, I couldn’t help but laugh—*Only you,* my mom would say. But more than that, *Only God.* Because I am just a girl, yet here I was, stepping into a space I knew would change me forever.
The Soul Flight Ceremony
Tim welcomed us into a space of pure ceremonial healing, guided by music, cacao for ancestral connection, and additional teachers who held the space with protection and energy work. I had no expectations—just an open heart.
Words can never fully capture what happened. I was fully present, unable to multitask, unable to document anything because the experience demanded to be lived, not recorded. Even now, I struggle to describe it—it was something you *feel*, something that imprints on your being beyond the understanding of the ego.
I’m realizing now that I am my own healer. That I don’t need to look up to speak to God—all I have to do is *breathe*. Every inhale invites God in, every exhale releases the parts of me that no longer serve. A constant rebirth.
An hour of deep breathing cracked me open in ways I can’t explain. The sounds my body released weren’t cries of pain, but stories being set free—stories I’ve carried in my cells, in my lineage. It was never just *my* story; it was the stories that made me who I am, the stories of those who came before me. In that moment, I wasn’t a singular being—I was a comet bursting into stardust, a spirit dissolving into the vastness of existence.
And then, as if pulling us back to earth, Tim’s steady voice signaled the end of the first ceremony.
The Spiritus Ceremony & Cacao Ritual
We transitioned into the cacao ritual, a way to solidify the *new* version of ourselves that had entered the space. Tim guided us through a gratitude ritual, an intention-setting prayer, and then three hours of deep immersive meditation. Three hours that felt like stepping into a twilight zone—floating in space, disconnected from the mind, existing somewhere between reality and dream.
During that time, I met my inner child again. I greeted them with love, with a reminder of the unbreakable bond between us. I also found forgiveness for someone I care deeply about, and yes—tears were shed. But not in sorrow. They were tears watering the garden of my life.
When the time was up, and Tim gently closed the sacred space, I felt different. I *was* different.
Gratitude & Closing Thoughts
Tim, thank you. For your music, for your guidance, for holding space for transformation to occur. Words will never fully do justice to what you create, but I hope my story honors it in some way.
To anyone feeling called to experience this—trust yourself. Spirit whispers, nudges, and guides in ways we don’t always understand, but if you listen, you might just find yourself in a moment that shifts your entire being.
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