From Sacrifice to Alchemist: The Scapegoat’s Role in Humanity’s Spiritual Evolution

Over the next few months and continuing up until the end of 2025, I will focus on a series of articles and online masterclasses that delve deeply into the scapegoat archetype.

I will start by exploring the unconscious aspects of the scapegoat and through the lens of the element of fire, examine how to consciously use sacred anger to help transmute its shadow into its many gifts.

This is a crucial focus for 2025, as many astrological planets will shift into Fire and Air signs throughout the year.

Further details of classes can be found at my events page.

So why am I focusing so heavily on this subject area?

In essence, I believe that 2025 is a crucial year for humanity and will become even more turbulent and chaotic. Have you noticed how intense it is out there at the moment, even crazy you may say?

Why is this you may ask?

As the Kali Yuga cycle continues its decline into moral decay, the boundary between the Spirit World and the Material World is growing thinner.

This Great Awakening is deeply impacting humanity, urging individuals to expand and evolve their consciousness.

I believe things will grow increasingly chaotic and unpredictable as people’s hidden inner shadows emerge from the depths of their unconscious during this profound period of transformation.

Some will use this spiritual energy to immerse themselves fully within this ‘alchemical flame’ and face what is emerging within them. Others will instead resist, seeking out passing scapegoats to blame and dump their sins upon - avoiding at all costs, personal responsibility for their actions and soul’s growth in this life.

I sense that those who carry the scapegoat archetype within the blueprint of their soul, will be called to help drive this vital shift for humanity. First thing first though, they need to face their own shadow.

If they do not, they risk unconsciously taking on others’ energy and stepping into the role of the sacrificial lamb, where they absorb what others refuse to deal with.

If they do, however, they can use their extraordinary laser vision to expose what is hidden in the shadows of this world. They help others see through illusion and gaslighting so they can grow into conscious, whole beings and remember who they are beyond the physical plane.

That they are in fact SPIRIT in a physical body having a human experience.

Why, what’s so special about scapegoats then?

Though they may not see themselves as exceptional, these individuals carry a vital and hard won skill set; one that is urgently required during this current sh*t show.

In essence, they are:

• The Truth Tellers of this World

• The Canaries in the Coal Mine

• The Generational Cycle Breakers

These are the souls who have endured gaslighting, shaming, silencing and shunning; yet despite these painful experiences they have refused to bow to false narratives, betray their integrity or close their hearts to the suffering of others.

They possess a distinct sensitivity that enables them to discern truths and patterns that others have not yet come to recognise.

They navigate between the visible and invisible worlds, frequently misunderstood as misfits, outsiders, or the "other," yet they are here to play a crucial role in helping transform the current level of consciousness within the collective right now.

Many of you reading this may sense a deep truth in what I am sharing; a knowing, a stirring recognition that your soul is drawing to your awareness. Perhaps you have already experienced profound shame, projection, targeting, silencing or even smearing; not because there is anything inherently wrong with you, nor because you have done anything wrong, but because you mirror back the uncomfortable truths others are unwilling to face.

Know that this is not a coincidence; it is a hallmark of those who carry the scapegoat archetype; a soul pattern that often calls us to speak truths others would rather avoid.

While I do not claim to be an expert on the workings of the unconscious mind, my own journey through these trials has granted me hard won realisations and many gifts as a fully fledged and mostly conscious member of the scapegoat club.

My intention is to offer insights that support those seeking a deeper understanding of themselves and the hidden gifts within the scapegoat archetype; while also shedding light on the deeper purpose behind their incarnation during this pivotal moment in history.

The world desperately needs brave individuals who can see beyond deception and manipulation and have the courage to speak truths that others fear to voice.

We need these voices willing to speak the uncomfortable truths and reveal when the emperor is, in fact, wearing no clothes.

Even if it means sacrificing everything to do so.

Why My Story Matters

I have seldom shared my personal experiences of being scapegoated; not because they are too painful to revisit or steeped in shame anymore, but because, in my later years, I have largely made peace with them.

Today, I am more interested in the stories of others, creating solutions for them and mirroring back their own magnificence. From this place of reflection, I can now see the blessings hidden within those once devastating moments that all scapegoats encounter.

I have come to understand that by completely embracing this archetype and transforming it into its more conscious form, by converting its shadow traits into its gifts, you acquire something extraordinarily powerful in this world.

In my humble opinion, possessing this archetype is among one of the most difficult roles a soul can encounter in the physical world, as it involves feelings of deep shame, being unfairly blamed or targeted, loneliness and the sense that one does not belong anywhere or to anyone.

All of these experiences can be extremely painful and harmful to the psyche and the natural process of individuation and evolution for the soul.

You may be wondering what gives me the right to make such a bold statement?

To address this question, we might need to explore my life further, as this will provide insight into who I am, my experiences and the key realisations I have had on my journey that has led me to these conclusions.

Today, the first blog in this three part series is shared with you, with the hope that if you are a scapegoat, you realise that you are not alone and that I also understand the pain you may be going through.

For I have walked it too, the path you are now on and I urge you to keep going as you will not believe what is on the other side of it if you continue.

NB: Although writing an entire blog about myself makes me a bit uncomfortable, especially knowing how social media and influencers are currently amplifying narcissistic traits within the masses, the message I want to share is vital in today's world. Therefore, let's put my unease aside and continue, because truth is truth, no matter how awkward it is to express it.

So let’s get on with it then.

The Day I Truly Became the Scapegoat

There are moments in life when everything quietly and irrevocably shifts.

For me, that moment came at nine years old, seated cross legged in a school assembly, surrounded by classmates, waiting to hear the name of the teacher I would have for the upcoming school year.

It should have been a simple and forgettable event.

Instead, it marked the beginning of a painful unravelling.

As the headmaster read out names, I listened intently for mine among the list of my friends.

It did not come. I thought perhaps I had been placed in the other class. But when those names were read out too, mine was still absent.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was not moving forward with my peers into the year above.

Panic set in.

I had been forgotten.

Fallen through the system.

No, it was worse.

So much worse, as I was about to find out.

Eventually, my name was called but it was not in my current year group. I was being made to repeat the year. While every other child moved ahead, I was being left behind, with children a year younger.

And what made matters even worse is that I was also ascribed the label ‘special needs’.

Hundreds of eyes turned to stare. I remember the burn in my cheeks, the shame, the hot confusion. I had just turned nine years of age, three days earlier.

In that instant, my world shifted.

I was not merely being held back academically.

I was marked, singled out, branded.

I became “the one who was not good enough” – a label that stuck like s**t to a shoe for the next thirty five years.

“Being misunderstood is the price of being different”.

— Matshona Dhliway

From that day onwards, I was no longer just the quiet, sensitive and shy girl.

I became the class scapegoat.

The dunce.

The misfit and outsider.

The one children whispered about and teachers seemed to look through, or worse, look down on.

Children, as anyone who has been one knows, can behave like wolves.

They sense weakness and pounce.

 My new class teacher, a woman who cloaked herself in piety, seemed to encourage it from these new classmates. Publicly she was devout, respected, almost saintly. But behind the walls of that classroom, she was something else entirely.

Cold. Cutting. Cruel and definitely sadistic.

She appeared to take a strange delight in my humiliation, as though reinforcing my ‘place’ gave her power. My small world, already fragile from being the scapegoat at home, began to crumble under her spiteful gaze.

I remember summoning all my courage and attempting to speak to my headmaster, who looked down at my nine year old self with such disdain and contempt, as if he had stepped into something unpleasant and it was clinging onto his expensive and highly polished loafers.

Towering over me, he curtly replied with something along the lines of, "We feel it is better if you were to repeat this year to catch up with everyone else."

I felt his hatred and could not comprehend, firstly, why he would hate me so much and secondly, how I knew he hated me so much behind his cold smile.

But catch up to what?

I had never misbehaved. I tried my best. I was quiet, certainly, but not disruptive and was deeply spiritual, even at this young age.

I was just a little girl, from a poor Irish family in an Irish Catholic school in the East End of London. A school obsessed with appearances, Sunday Mass and holy perfection.

My family, I sensed, even at that tender age, did not quite fit that mould.

My mother, divorced and burdened with shame, no longer attended church. She said she had sinned too much. So it fell to me and my six year old sister to walk over a mile to Mass alone.

We looked like little orphans, lost and out of place.

Held up to scrutiny by the priests and teachers who attended, but we both failed miserably.

Perhaps that is why i needed to “catch up”.

Perhaps I reminded them of something they would rather forget from this holier than thou perspective.

There were other struggling children in that school. Children who also came from hardship.

But I was the only one made to stay behind.

Why, was the golden dollar question?

Why did I need to know, because it was just so unfair, that’s why?

For over thirty five years, I never knew why and I carried that wound with me, a mystery deeply etched into my childhood.

It was not until much later in life that a realisation struck me like a bolt of lightning from the heavens; I will explore this insight further in part two of the blog.

But in that moment, all I knew was that a deep poisoning shame was rising strongly and taking root within me.

Connecting with the World Within

It was an intensely scarring and traumatic period, as the school directed its unseen malice towards me. I realised that I was no longer merely the scapegoat at home; I had become the scapegoat at school as well.

It was a double blow and it nearly knocked the spark of light right out of my small, innocent heart.

My young mind reasoned that if my family believed there was something wrong with me and now the school did too; then it must be true.

I must be born just ‘plain old wrong’.

All the anger and rage that my body was rightly feeling in response to the projected dysfunction of others was, in that moment, turned inward as I unconsciously succumbed to their version of who I was.

In that moment:

• I believed them when they said something was wrong with me.

• I identified with and accepted their version of who I was.

• I accepted the role of the scapegoat.

And I became deeply ashamed of myself, right to the core of my being.

As my outer world shrank and I grew more isolated, my saving grace became the world within.

I turned inward and retreated into my imagination and inner world.

There, I discovered refuge in books; particularly the magical world of Narnia created by C.S. Lewis.

My heart filled with love for Aslan, the powerful lion ruler of Narnia, whose courage, compassion and mystery filled me with awe and wonder.

 His world felt more real than the cold one around me. The cruel adults and children surrounding me could not possibly be the true essence of life, I pondered.

I devoured all seven books, then moved on to Tolkien’s The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, where I became enamoured with Aragorn, a noble and steadfast character, another king in the story.

It was only much later that I came to understand that both Aslan and Aragorn represented the archetypal characteristics of the scapegoat, encompassing profound themes of sacrifice, death and rebirth.

These stories stirred something ancient and sacred in me. I did not understand the symbolism as a child, but I felt it deeply within my soul.

Day after day, I contemplated in solitude; why was I this way while others were not? It was such a bewildering mystery to feel as though you were born so flawed.

I longed to connect with people who saw the world just as I did, but I could never seem to find them. I could not find anyone who was gentle and deep but strong, just like the characters in my favourite books.

It felt like the people I yearned to connect with on such a deep, soulful level simply didn't exist in my world, they existed only in my books.

The kindness, courage, and nobility of Aslan and Aragorn made me wonder: were these qualities illusions, dreamed up in the imagination of the author?

Or was the harsh, cold world I saw around me, the one filled with cruelty, indifference, and judgment, the true reality?

I wrestled with this question in my young mind, never quite sure which version of the world was real, and which was the lie.

“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.”

— Joseph Campbell

And I grew lonelier and lonelier.

And I got fatter and fatter.

At the beginning of this period, I was a normal healthy weight, but it felt like my outward appearance had turned into a reflection of other people's projections of me.

Not only was I ‘stupid’ and ‘poor’ but now I was overweight as well.

I began to feel more and more alienated from life, confused by people’s behaviour and motivations as my personality and body changed shape.

And I helplessly watched the changes unfold in the mirror.

As a result of this transformation, I became completely withdrawn and self reliant; fiercely guarding myself, resolved not to let anyone have power over me in case they attacked me or used it against me.

This persisted into my teenage years, as I kept believing I was flawed and broken in some way, making relationships seem dangerous or out of reach for me.

I left school at fifteen with few qualifications and watched from afar as my peers went on to university or trained vocationally to become nurses or such like.

They had big circles of friends and moved through life so freely, engaging in nightclubs and shopping and living their best lives.

I knew those things were not available to me.

• I was from a poor, working class background.

• I was stupid.

• I was fat and ugly.

• I was the outsider.

• I was the scapegoat.

Those things happened for other people, not for me.

I did not deserve such things and I accepted my place in society.

In my mind, I was broken and so much less than others.

But things were about to change again on this journey from unconscious scapegoat to awakened seer………

Stay tuned for Part Two, where I will share how I began to awaken to the truth of my being through the gift of sacred anger, transformed my shame into discernment and finally opened my third eye to witness the other world, the world where my hero’s from my childhood were real.

I help scapegoats reclaim truth, activate purpose and unlock their deepest most sacred gifts.

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