Naarm | Melbourne AUSTRALIA

Hello and welcome to Honest Flow! ✨

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Most people know me as Tayo, and I am the proud creator of this virtual sacred space.

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I am a quirky numerologist, spiritual guide, energy healer and shamanic practitioner.​ But, if I had to choose one label that feels most authentic, it would simply be: service soul.

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I’m here to support people to reconnect with their true selves, and remind them that they are so much more than the labels, circumstances and stories they have been given.

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And yes — despite my baby face, I’m actually in my 40s. 😉

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I share that because one of the biggest themes throughout my life has been being misunderstood and therefore, undermined or discounted based on appearances and assumptions.

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From a young age, I was often labelled as weak, shy, overly sensitive, different, difficult, or incapable. I was teased for being the runt of the class and for having a squeaky baby voice. I repeated Grade 2 without any explanation as to "why" I was being held back, which ultimately led me to believe that I was dumb. I struggled academically and because of that, I believed that I had no talents, no gifts, and was not capable of achieving anything. I believed that I was doomed for a mediocre existence.

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For a long time, I genuinely thought something was wrong with me. I saw myself as useless. A waste of space. (Those were the exact words I would utter to myself on a daily basis as a child.)

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I remember being a teenager who desperately tried to fit in (people-please), while simultaneously feeling like I never truly belonged anywhere. I experimented with different identities, friendships, and environments, trying to work out who I was, and where I fitted.

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Eventually, I became known as the rebellious “party girl” amongst my family and my peers — hardly the image most people would associate with someone working in spirituality today.

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And honestly?

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Whilst I always possessed an innate drive to treat others with kindness and compassion, I wasn't particularly "spiritual" back then.

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I was simply trying to figure life out.​ Trying to survive.

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Behind the rebellious exterior was someone carrying a lot more than most people realised. I grew up in a family that looked relatively stable and fortunate from the outside, but behind closed doors, there were periods of emotional turmoil, conflict and unresolved generational trauma.

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My parents had their own difficult histories as Vietnamese refugees who had to rebuild their lives from scratch. They worked incredibly hard to provide for our family, but like many people, they were also carrying hidden wounds of their own.

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As a child, I often felt responsible for keeping the peace and protecting my younger siblings from the harsher realities of our family household.

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With time, I learned how to hide what I was feeling. I went from being a chronic "cry baby" to suppressing it all (at least in public anyway). I learned to be the stern, strong one. The silent, non-complainer.

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I learned to only cry in private - curled up into a ball, in the dark corners of my cupboard.

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I even hid a highly traumatic, sinister event from my parents, as I felt they wouldn't be able to hold space for me. And to this day, my family don't know what happened. They don't understand why I was such a rebellious teenager. They don't understand why I felt abandoned by them. Why I was so angry. (Because they were not there to protect me.)

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Truthfully, I carried a lot on my own.

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One of the moments that I still remember vividly, happened during my final year of high school. I was struggling so badly that I was barely attending classes. My Maths Teacher had noticed the changes and requested that the school counsellor speak with me privately.

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For perhaps the first time, an adult looked beyond my "bad behaviour" and asked with genuine empathy:

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“Tayo, are you okay? We are worried about you...”

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And then, something inside me cracked open.

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I cried. And cried. And cried.

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No words were even spoken in that session. It was just a stream of tears and deep wailing.

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You see, I had spent years pretending I was fine, hiding behind humour, ditsy behaviour, rebellion and an “IDGAF” attitude. But in that moment, I was reminded of just how much I had been carrying beneath the surface. Finally, someone had noticed my struggle.

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Looking back, I realise that being misunderstood became one of the greatest teachers of my life.

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Because I know what it feels like to be judged without truly being known.

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I know what it feels like to feel like an outsider, even though you are surrounded by people.

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I know what it feels like to question your worth, your purpose, and whether you are capable of becoming anything meaningful.

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And I also know what it feels like to find your way back home to yourself.

 

I was a late bloomer.

 

After leaving school, I found myself working as a waitress, earning $7 an hour. I bounced between jobs and then industries, much to the concern of those around me. I never went to university and certainly didn't follow the conventional academic or career path.

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Eventually, almost by accident, I entered the corporate world and spent over a decade working across different industries.

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The "9 to 5 grind" was never part of my grand plan.

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That said, those years gave me something incredibly valuable: life experience and perspective.

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I learned about people, relationships, workplace dynamics, ambition, burnout, boundaries, money, failure, resilience and starting over.

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And somewhere along the way, I began to realise that my highly unconventional path wasn't evidence that I was failing or lost.

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It was simply preparing me for something far greater.

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Then everything changed.

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In 2019, shortly after losing our beloved family dog (Hamish), I found myself questioning life, death, and what happens beyond this physical existence.

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I booked a psychic reading at a local crystal shop, desperate to connect with Hamish's spirit.

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I went in curious, yet unexpectedly came out with a message I wasn't prepared to hear:

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"​Your career is in the spiritual sphere, and your path is a very spiritual one. Very few people draw this card, this means you are a spirit of light and that is very empowering."

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My immediate (internal) reaction?

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“Me?! ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

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I didn't feel gifted enough. Qualified enough. Spiritual enough. Good enough. Ever since I was a child, I had never felt talented at anything, so it was hard for me to accept that this could even be my truth. Whilst I always knew I loved helping people, serving people in a "spiritual" way felt impossible! That was a path designed for "special" or "gifted" people only. A path for those who lived a "holy" or "pure" life. It was certainly not a path for people like me... Not us wild party animals. At least, that was the narrative that I had convinced myself.

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I struggled enormously with imposter syndrome and self-worth issues (sometimes still can) and so, I spent the next year seeking further validation from numerous psychics, mediums and spiritual teachers. I also began analysing numerous charts from numerology, astrology, human design, gene keys etc. Yes, I went deep.​​

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And the message kept repeating itself:

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Your higher calling is to serve people.

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Eventually... I had to stop asking everyone else for permission to become who I already was. I had to believe in myself and more importantly, to accept myself.

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Then came 2020.

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Melbourne's many lockdowns unexpectedly gave me something I desperately needed: solitude.

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Whilst I'm a high-end introvert, for a large portion of my life I had lived a very busy, hectic life bound by multiple social circles because the ongoing theme was that many would seek out my time and energy. Many wanted to see me.

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With the usual distractions stripped away, I finally had space to slow down, reflect, study, and look deeply at the experiences I had spent decades avoiding.​ I finally had time for me.

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I began exploring numerology, spirituality, metaphysics, philosophy and my own past intuitive experiences with a depth I never had before. And slowly, everything began to make sense.

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On reflection, I realised people had been coming to me for guidance for most of my life. Since my teenage years I was channelling messages without realising.

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Friends, work colleagues, peers, random acquaintances, and even complete strangers - would confide in me about their deepest struggles, and somehow I always seemed to know how to listen, what questions to ask, how to offer a different perspective, or even suggest a practical solution to their problems. And after almost every interaction, I'd receive similar responses:

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"Thank you Tayo. I really needed that. You always know exactly what to say and do. I always feel so good and energised after seeing you. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

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That said, I hadn't recognised this as a gift.

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I had simply thought:

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“That's just who I am. It's nothing special.”

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And perhaps that's the whole point?

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I personally don't believe you need to look or behave a certain way to be deemed as as "spiritual" or to prove your divine-given gifts.

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You don't need to fit a particular aesthetic, follow a particular lifestyle, or have your entire life figured out.

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I certainly don't.

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I'm quirky. I'm multifaceted. I'm contradictory. I'm both light and shadow. I'm deeply spiritual, yet I'm also deeply human. And the truth is:

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I've made a tonne of mistakes.​​

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I've unintentionally hurt people.​​

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I've been hurt numerous times too.​​

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I've struggled with all kinds of demons.​​

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I've fallen down more times than I can count.

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I've had to learn how to take responsibility, forgive myself, grow, heal and begin all over again.

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And finally, I've arrived at a point in my life where I no longer carry shame or embarrassment for my past "bad" experiences. Instead, I feel deep reverence for all the past versions of me that had to carry the tougher life hurdles. Honestly, I'm quite open with my "ugly" life experiences (when asked), because I don't feel I have anything to hide. And for me, that has been deeply liberating because no one can control or manipulate you when you have come to accept all parts of yourself, including the darker ones. And that is freedom.

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I don't share my story because I think I've mastered life.

 

Fact is, I'm still learning, still evolving. I'm still very much a student of life, and I'll never claim to know everything. Plus, as humans, how could we possible know anything for sure?

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I share all this, because I've lived it.

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And I firmly believe that lived experience can sometimes teach us things that no textbook ever could.

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The difficult chapters of my life — the rejection, the betrayals, the multiple heartbreaks, the challenging family dynamics, the online bullying, the poisonous relations, the toxic workplace experiences, the multiple losses (grief), the self-worth struggles, silently living with an auto-immune condition that resulted from my early childhood trauma, and the countless moments of feeling like an outsider — eventually became some of my greatest teachers. Pearls of wisdom.

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They taught me compassion.​

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They taught me discernment.​

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They taught me boundaries.​

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They taught me resilience on all levels.

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Most importantly, they taught me how deeply people want to be seen, heard and understood.

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This is why Honest Flow exists.

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I created Honest Flow because I want to offer the kind of support I once desperately needed myself.

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A space where you don't have to pretend or follow dogma.​

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A space where you don't have to fit into someone else's mould.​

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A space where you can explore who you are beneath the expectations, conditioning and labels.

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My work brings together numerology, spiritual guidance, energy healing, shamanic practices and intuitive wisdom — but underneath all of it is something much simpler: connection.

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Connection to yourself.​

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Connection to your intuition.​

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Connection to your heart - to the light within.

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And connection to the possibility that your story isn't over simply because your beginning was difficult.

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I am not here to tell you who you should be.

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I'm here to help you remember who you already are.

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Because I know what it's like to feel like the underdog. To feel lost.

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I know what it's like to feel different. To operate outside of social norms.

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And I know what it feels like to finally stop trying to fit in and realise:

 

Maybe I wasn't broken.

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Maybe I was simply never meant to fit the mould.

 

Today, I choose to live unapologetically as myself — contradictions, quirks, imperfections, light and shadow included. I'm not here to fit into any box or stereotype - including spiritual ones.

 

I'm here to simply radiate and shine as my most authentic self.

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And if my story can remind even one person that they are not too broken, too different, too late, or too far gone to create a meaningful life... then every challenging twist and turn up until this point in my life has been worth it.

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This is Honest Flow.

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This is my story.

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And I'm here to help you uncover yours.

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With love and the highest of intentions,

Tayo, The Wounded Healer & Creator of Honest Flow

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[To read my original full length bio/ background story: follow this link]