About

The Weaver
of Your Own Story

I am Esther. A Reiki Master Practitioner, an energy worker, an oracle reader and a lifelong intuitive. A woman who has always known things she could not explain and has spent a lifetime learning to trust that knowing.

My father is Ghanaian. Through him I carry the blood of the Kwawu and Akwamu people of Ghana. West African ancestry runs through me and with it, a connection to ancestral wisdom, to the earth, to the unseen world, that has shaped everything I am and everything this practice has become. Anansi, the great spider of Akan tradition, weaves all stories together. That is the spirit I carry into this work.

I have always had a premonitory gift. A deep inner knowing that arrived long before I had language for it. It is not something I learned. It is something I was born with, something I have carried my whole life and something that now sits at the very heart of how I hold a session. I feel what is needed before I know it. I follow what arises rather than what is planned.

Science confirms what ancient traditions have always known. Different sound frequencies affect the nervous system, the brainwaves and the emotional body in profound ways. Certain tones slow the breath and quieten the mind. Others release tension held deep in the body. Some frequencies open the heart, shift stuck emotion or bring a sense of grounding and safety that words alone cannot reach. Sound has the ability to move us in ways we do not always have language for, to lift what is heavy, to soften what is contracted, to remind the body of its own natural state of ease.

This knowing lives in my ancestral roots, in the rhythms and ceremonies of West Africa, in the understanding that has been carried through generations long before I arrived. When sound enters a session it does not arrive as a technique. It arrives as a truth the body already recognises.

I have journeyed across the African continent, following a calling I could not name but could not ignore. Each journey cracked something open in me. Each step was less about going somewhere new and more about returning to something ancient. Something I recognised in my bones even though I had never been shown it.

There is a word in the Akan language of Ghana that describes this returning. Sankofa. It means it is not wrong to go back and fetch what you forgot. The symbol is a bird moving forward while looking back, carrying an egg on its back. The past held gently. The future carried forward. Nothing abandoned. Nothing lost.

Only later did I understand that it had been describing my life's work all along.

That is Anansi Medicine.

No two sessions are the same because no two people are the same. I do not arrive with a fixed plan. I arrive with full presence, an open channel and deep trust in what arises. Reiki flows where it is needed. Sound arrives when it is called, a singing bowl, a chime, a shaker, not as a structure but as a response to what the energy asks for. Crystals are placed when spirit directs. The session becomes what you need it to be, not what I have decided in advance.

This is intuitive practice. It honours the intelligence of your own energy field. It trusts that your body already knows what it needs. My role is simply to hold the space steady while you find your way back to yourself.

From the land, the ceremony, the ancestors and the carving my father placed in my hands, Anansi Medicine was born. A practice offered with genuine care, deep presence and no judgement.

Se wo were fi na wosankofa a yenkyi

It is not wrong to go back and fetch what you forgot.