I Carry the Pioneering Spirit of My Ancestors

From Quebec’s First Settlers to The Oracle Realm

There are moments in life when a single discovery shifts something deep inside you. Recently, I learned that my family has been rooted in Quebec since the 1600s, tracing directly back to my eighth great-grandfather, Olivier Charbonneau — one of the earliest pioneers of New France.

It stopped me in my tracks.

For centuries, my lineage has been tied to this land. Olivier crossed the Atlantic from France to Quebec in the mid-1600s, guided by courage and vision. Imagine it — an untamed wilderness, deep forests, icy winters, rivers winding like silver veins through untouched land. There were no guarantees, no safety nets, only the certainty of a dream and the strength to follow it.

Olivier helped build one of Quebec’s earliest settlements. His hands shaped the soil; his choices laid foundations that would ripple across generations. He stood at the edge of the unknown and said yes to possibility.

Four centuries later, I find myself standing on my own edge. And I can feel him here.

While Olivier forged physical pathways, my path has always been about the unseen — energy, healing, and awakening. My work through The Oracle Realm carries the same pioneering essence but manifests in a different dimension. Where he built homes, I guide others in transforming their inner sanctuaries. Where he tilled the earth, I help people tend to their souls.

It feels like more than coincidence — it feels like continuity.A lineage of dreamers, builders, and visionaries stretching across time.

My mission now is to create spaces where people remember who they truly are, where their homes and their hearts become sanctuaries, and where their lives align with their highest frequency. Olivier carved out the foundations of a village; I am carving out the foundations of a realm.

As I continue this work, I hold gratitude for the ones who came before me — for the bravery it took to cross an ocean, for the resilience it took to build a life from nothing, and for the wild, unshakable faith that lives in my bones today.

Somewhere along the St. Lawrence River, my ancestor once stood beneath untouched stars, dreaming of a life that didn’t yet exist.

I like to think that today, as I dream my own dreams — about healing, awakening, and building a billion-dollar vision of possibility — he would recognize the same spirit in me.

The pioneer’s spirit never leaves us. It evolves. And now, it’s my turn to build.

French Village circa history