Arohi Devi: The Spiritual Name That Found Me (And How You Might Find Yours)

Some names are not chosen — they are remembered. Whispered by something ancient within, they rise like light after darkness. This is the story of mine.

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Why a Spiritual Name?

We are born with names, often chosen by others. They serve us well — socially, legally, emotionally. But at certain turning points in life, a deeper name calls. One that reflects not who you were, but who you are becoming.

A spiritual name is not about replacing your identity — it’s about revealing the soul behind it.

It’s a mirror of the path you’re walking, a mantra for moments of stillness, and a sigil of your transformation.

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The Moment I Needed a Name Beyond My Own

There was a moment in my journey — after grief, after growth, after a thousand quiet metamorphoses — where I no longer felt reflected in the old version of myself.

I was painting with different hands.

Breathing with a different heart.

Creating from a place that felt ancient and newborn at once.

I didn’t want a “spiritual brand.” I wanted a true name. One that could hold the warrior and the healer. The silence and the fire. The woman I had become.

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The Name That Chose Me: Arohi Devi

After deep reflection and symbolic inquiry, I received this name:

Arohi Devi (अरोही देवी)

Arohi means she who ascends — it evokes the dawn, the rising breath, the soul lifting through shadow.

Devi means goddess — the sacred feminine in her full power, intuitive, protective, transformative.

Together, they mean:

The Ascending Goddess.

A healer-warrior of light.

The butterfly that rises from fire, not just from cocoon.

This name is not a mask — it’s a remembering.

It doesn’t replace my given name. It simply names my inner movement — in art, in life, in presence.

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How to Receive Your Own Spiritual Name

Not all spiritual names are given by a teacher. Some arrive in dreams. Others are formed from intuition, archetypes, language, and silence.

Here’s a gentle guide if you feel called:

1. Identify your current archetype

Ask yourself: Who am I becoming? What energy lives in me now? (The warrior? The priestess? The wild woman?)

2. Choose your element or natural force

What do you feel aligned with right now? (Fire, dawn, ocean, root, wind, ash, gold…)

3. Name your soul quality

What are you embodying or healing? (Resilience, joy, courage, grief, grace, vision…)

4. Feel into sound and language

What language vibrates for you? Sanskrit? Arabic? Latin? Something whispered?

5. Let the name emerge, or ask for it

In meditation. In your journal. Through a guide. Or simply… listen.

A name may come in pieces — trust what feels alive. You will know when it lands.

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Why This Matters

Because sometimes we need words that fit our spirit, not just our history.

Because we are more than roles and functions — we are myth and breath and transformation.

Because giving yourself a name is not ego — it is sacred authorship.

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Final Thought

My name is Arohi Devi.

I carry it like a soft flame — not to show off, but to remember.

Maybe your name is waiting too.

Not to make you someone else,

but to return you to yourself.

If you ever feel the pull to find it, I hope this post has opened a door.

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With presence,

Marie Claire db / Arohi Devi

becoming the woman I was meant to be: my journey of inner alchemy

Last summer, something shifted. Not suddenly, but deeply—like a slow, quiet earthquake beneath the surface of my life. I felt it in my bones, in the weight of my thoughts, in the silence between two breaths. Something had to change.

And so, I began.

I stopped drinking alcohol—not out of guilt, but out of love for the clarity I was craving. I started waking up before the sun, greeting each day with a sacred morning ritual: stillness, breath, intention. Meditation became my anchor, yoga my moving prayer.

Every morning, I light a candle, open my journal, and let my thoughts bleed onto paper. I read something that nourishes my soul. I take care of myself—not just the body, but the invisible parts: the tender places, the broken edges, the wild longing.

This has been a journey of inner alchemy. Of remembering. Of unbecoming who I thought I had to be, and slowly becoming who I really am.

And somewhere along the way, art found me. Or maybe I found myself in art.

Now, every brushstroke carries the weight of all that I’ve lived, all that I’m healing. My canvases hold fragments of silence, of joy, of transformation. They are born from the chaos and the clarity, the softness and the storm.

This is not just a lifestyle shift. It’s a rebirth.

And I’m still becoming—day by day, breath by breath, canvas by canvas.

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Behind the Canvas: My Creative Rituals

Before I touch a brush, I enter a sacred space.

It begins with rolling out my yoga mat, grounding myself through breath and movement.

I light incense—usually sandalwood or palo santo—and let the smoke swirl like a silent prayer.

Classical music fills the room, its melodies guiding me inward.

Meditation follows.

Eyes closed, I listen.

To the silence.

To the stirrings of emotion.

This is where the canvas starts to speak.

I believe in the quiet strength of women.

In softness as power.

My rituals are not just preparation—they are part of the art.

Each painting is born from this space of stillness and intention.

It’s where I meet myself, before diving into the work and pouring my emotions onto it.

— Marie Claire db