Susie Cassaro

My Story

My writing began when I was ten. It started as innocent experimentation, a place where I poured out a childhood that was wild, unsupervised, and largely unseen.I was kidnapped from my mother by her mother and was shuffled between relatives, and in each home, my journals were discovered and read. After that, I was never looked at the same way again.

The adults in my life decided I might need therapy. I didn’t do that—but I did stop writing.

Years later, as a young adult carrying the weight of abuse and emotional confusion, I began writing again. This time it was accompanied by crippling apprehension and shame. Even living alone, I hid my pages, afraid of being discovered and judged the way I had been before. Eventually, the fear became unbearable. I burned everything and stopped writing once more.

On January 1, 2018—after more than forty years of seeking through workshops, retreats, trainings, and deep inner searching—I found myself standing before a great fire on a super full moon. In that fire ceremony, I offered everything I had been holding back: not good enough, not wanting to be seen, relentless self-criticism, and the parts of myself I had learned to disown. I gave it all to the flames.

What came out of that fire is difficult to explain. Something shifted. My heart flooded with compassion and forgiveness for every part of me I had pushed away.

Behind the Veil

Beyond the veil is where deconstruction begins. Ideas, thoughts, beliefs, conditioning, and emotions start to loosen and fall away, returning to a kind of inner mill—one that grinds us toward acceptance of our woundedness, where it can be transmuted through compassion and forgiveness. What remains is a lighter, truer version of ourselves, as we were always meant to remember.

There is nothing automatic about this process. It requires ferocious passion, fearlessness, and a persistent hunger to look—sometimes to claw past what is presented to us at the veil, illusion disguised as truth. The territory we move through is both past and future, woven together into the fabric of our very DNA. Every thought, every word, every emotion—our own and those of others—ripples through us and returns, fusing in such intricate ways within our energetic field that it’s no wonder we become confused, believing it almost impossible to find our way back to what is still whole and intact within us, still of the source itself.

When we are too close, we can step back and look again—into the mirror, into the tapestry of our lives—seeing how it has woven our being from the cosmos through every experience into the reflection we now meet. Look beyond flesh and bone, beyond the visible form, to the deeper current that animates us, the part that connects us to everything.