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MONLOUAYE Julia TAMEKLO Start Date: Jun 11, 2025 - End Date: Mar 10, 2026

My Travel Story

by: MONLOUAYE Julia TAMEKLO Start Date: Jun 11, 2025 - End Date: Mar 10, 2026
After years of struggling with intense pain and swelling in my left foot, I had grown weary—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I visited hospitals across Buffalo, New York, and later in Indianapolis, where I moved in 2016. Each time, I was met with scans, prescriptions, and temporary relief—but no real answers. Therapists tried, specialists examined, and medications masked the symptoms, but the pain always came back, stronger, deeper, and more frustrating.

The turning point came one night when I could barely stand to walk from my bed to the bathroom. Tears filled my eyes—not just from pain, but from the helplessness of feeling unseen and misunderstood. That’s when a relative reminded me of something I had nearly forgotten: the ancient healing wisdom of our ancestors in Togo. My family is originally from there, and growing up, I’d heard stories of spiritual healers who could trace illnesses beyond the physical body, seeing what Western medicine sometimes misses.

Driven by both hope and desperation, I made the decision: I was going to Togo. It wasn't an easy journey—both financially and emotionally—but it was necessary. I flew across continents, leaving behind machines and medications for palm leaves, prayers, sacred chants, and healing waters.

In a quiet village surrounded by nature and ancient traditions, I met a spiritual healer who listened not just to my symptoms, but to my story. The rituals were unlike anything I’d experienced—deep cleansing ceremonies, herbal infusions, foot baths with sacred roots, and energy balancing treatments passed down for generations. Slowly, I began to feel a shift—not just in my foot, but in my spirit. I felt lighter, seen, and finally on a path toward real healing.

My journey to Togo was more than a search for relief—it was a return to my roots, a reminder that healing sometimes requires us to look beyond the obvious, and to trust in the wisdom of where we come from.
 

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