Childhood memories hold a particular kind of magic.

Childhood memories hold a particular kind of magic.

This photo of me in 1969, with my beloved bulldog Snowy, captures more than a moment — it holds the first whispers of a life shaped by wonder, solitude, and soul.

I was raised on a farm beneath the waterfalls and volcanic boulders of Finch Hatton Gorge, in the lush, tropical wilds of North Queensland. It was a land alive with song — creeks murmuring, insects humming, breezes speaking in tongues only the heart could hear. I wandered barefoot and unbound, needing nothing but sky, bark, and breath. There was no pressure to perform — only to be. To feel. To imagine. To listen.

As I now link the path I walked as a child with the one I am walking now, it brings everything full circle: a childhood of solitude, though it wasn’t loneliness, but rather preparation, a continuation, weaving the truth from the pieces that have been building.

It was quiet… but never empty.

That solitude carved deep chambers in me where mysticism could take root.

Nature was my first mother tongue — and it remains my greatest medicine.

Over the years, whenever life has broken me open, I’ve always returned to the earth.

To silence. To rhythm. To remembering.

This is how I mend. This is how I rise.

This is the path of the Mystical Alchemist — a path I began long before I knew what it was called.

I had no other children around me, so I learned to speak to animals and nature.

They became my friends, my teachers, my constant companions.

I didn’t realise it at the time, but I was already being trained — not in the usual way, but in the wild, mystical language of the field.

The trees taught me to feel what wasn’t said.

The horses taught me presence.

The winds carried secrets.

And I listened.

It all makes sense now…

Why I would one day write a book called Fatima’s Alchemy — a living collection of myths, symbols, and soul journeys…

A remembrance of what the modern world has forgotten: that magic lives in the soil, the breath, the body, and the spaces between words.

Fatima’s Alchemy is not just a book.

It’s the echo of that barefoot girl in the gorge, the one who learned to hear whispers others couldn’t,

The one who spoke to horses and clouds and felt their answers inside her skin.

This is how the soul speaks — through dreams, animals, silence, and story.

And this is what I bring to the work I do now.

If you’ve ever felt like you were born speaking a language that this world has forgotten. 

You’re not alone.

You’re not lost.

You’re remembering.

And when you’re ready to listen again… I’ll be here. And Fatima and her Alchemy will be your guiding light, showing you how to journey with the unseen and learn the wisdom of the whispers, spoken only when we slow down to hear.

We all carry soul qualities imprinted from the very beginning.

Before the world shaped us.

Before we were told who we needed to become.

When we stop performing and return to presence, we begin to remember.

We step off the wheel of proof… and into the truth of who we are.

When fused, astrology and alchemy become your inner compass — a sacred map, guiding you back to what has always lived inside you.

If you’re ready to reclaim the hidden magic that was always yours, I’m here to walk with you.

Because the truth is:

You’ve always been far more than you were told.

With heart,

Delahrose 🌻🧡✨