CHAPTER ONE: THE CALLING​

A quiet storm, a sacred spark, and the language of becoming

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I was born in Ankara, in the soft folds between East and West — where ancient threads of tradition met the pulse of a rapidly changing world.

 

From an early age, I felt the tremors of life beneath the surface. At five, the rupture of my parents’ divorce etched its first line in my emotional world. Later, moving across countries — from Ankara to Washington, D.C., from one household to another, one culture to the next — I carried with me a quiet storm: a belief that I must suffer to belong. The instability made me a watcher, a feeler, a deep observer of life’s subtle codes. I didn’t know it then, but those early fractures were the beginning of a sacred design.

 

At 13, something stirred — a creative spark that wouldn’t be silenced. Fashion called to me. Not as a trend or aesthetic, but as a language. A way to feel seen. A way to express the inexpressible. I began sketching, styling, and crafting identities through fabric. Each piece I wore or created became a kind of shield and portal — a form of protection, yes, but also a vision of who I could become.

 

By the time I was 18, that inner compass led me straight into the heart of New York City. The city was wild, alive, and full of creative fire. I studied Fashion at the Fashion Institute of Technology and Business and Interior Design at the New York Institute of Technology — two paths I knew I had to walk simultaneously: one of structure, one of soul. Nights were spent at Club MTV and the Palladium, brushing shoulders with icons like Grace Jones, Quincy Jones, and Lenny Kravitz. Days were consumed by craft, by color, by the dream of transformation through design.

 

And so, a life began — not just of creation, but of becoming.

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CHAPTER TWO: THREADS OF BECOMING​

Where Fabric Met Frequency and Creativity Became a Sacred Path

 

My hands first met design not in a classroom, but in a quiet moment of recognition, when clothes became a way to speak without words. At thirteen, I began sketching garments that expressed something deeper than style: a longing to be seen, a desire to remember myself. Fashion became my first prayer — an act of self-invention and protection, a cloak of becoming.

 

At eighteen, I stepped into the vibrant heart of New York City, enrolling in the Fashion Institute of Technology and New York Institute of Technology. The city pulsed with possibilities. Nights at the Palladium and Club MTV, days spent learning the language of lines, cuts, and textures. I walked through studios where inspiration flowed from the hands of giants — Grace Jones, Quincy Jones, Lenny Kravitz. Icons who taught me that creation was not just a profession — it was presence.

 

From Donna Karan’s minimalism to the boldness of Sean John, I learned how fabric tells a story of a body, a culture, a dream. I became Head Designer of Outerwear for P. Diddy’s powerhouse brand, immersed in the intersection of fashion, music, and film. There, I witnessed how influence could be crafted — how a vision could shape a movement.

 

Fashion, for me, was always more than fabric and style — it was frequency.
A way to express identity, to touch essence.

 

To design was to listen — to energy, to emotion, to the subtle movements within and around us.
Each garment was a message, a mirror, a spell of becoming.

 

It wasn’t just about what we wear,
but how we feel inside the skin we’re in.
Fashion became my first language of healing —
An outer ritual that pointed me inward.

 

From the ateliers of New York to the runways of global fashion, my early years were shaped by the rhythm of design. Working with icons like Calvin Klein, Donna Karan, and Sean John taught me precision, vision, and the art of shaping stories through form and silhouette.

 

But behind the garments, I was always listening for something more —
a deeper thread that connected outer expression to inner truth.
That thread eventually led me beyond the fashion world,
toward the sacred art of transformation.

 

In 2005, I launched my own lines: Baha K and Seveneves — sustainable, bohemian, root-dyed pieces crafted as wearable rituals. Each collection was an offering — not just to the world of fashion, but to the soul of those who wore them. My designs began carrying not just threads and color, but intention. They became spells of becoming.

 

Designing became my devotion — a way of listening to the invisible.
I no longer followed trends. I followed energy. I followed the truth.

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CHAPTER THREE: INITIATIONS IN THE INNER WORLD​

Where healing became the new design

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Even as I was shaping the outer world through fashion, another design was quietly taking form — the design of my inner life.

 

The applause, the titles, the creative milestones — they fulfilled a part of me, but they couldn’t reach the places that still ached. Something deeper was calling. A truth that could not be tailored or trend-driven. I had mastered the art of outer transformation — now it was time to turn inward.

 

The real shift began not on the runway, but on the mat.

 

In 1996, amidst the kinetic chaos of New York City, I stepped into my first Kundalini Yoga class. What began as curiosity unfolded into a homecoming. Through breath, mantra, and movement, I began to feel myself again — beneath the roles, beyond the noise. Each kriya cracked something open. Each meditation helped me listen more clearly to the silence I had long ignored.

 

This led me to the New York Open Center, where I immersed myself in ancient teachings — Ayurveda, Sacred Geometry, Chinese Herbology, Color Therapy, and the subtle architecture of energy and emotion. My hunger for truth had found a new palette.

 

But initiations are rarely soft.

 

Panic attacks, inherited grief, and subconscious fears began surfacing like waves. The pressure that once made me excel now demanded to be released. I was learning — sometimes painfully — that true healing is not a performance. It is a process. One that asks you to sit with the parts of yourself you were never taught how to love.

 

And yet, the more I surrendered, the more I remembered.

 

Teachers, shamans, and guides appeared, as if summoned by my soul. I trained in Regression Therapy, Cosmic Energy Healing, and Reflexology. I sat in ceremonies with nature as my witness. I received transmissions through the Tao, medicine plants, and sound.

 

These weren’t certifications — they were initiations.
Each one stripped away another layer of illusion,
and stitched me back together with presence.

 

I wasn’t trying to fix myself anymore. I was remembering myself.
And with every breath, I was becoming the guide I had once needed.

 

 

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CHAPTER FOUR:  THE RETURN HOME​

Where integration became embodiment

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After decades of building in New York — stitching together a life through fashion, healing, and sacred studies — the time came to return.

 

However, this homecoming was not merely a matter of geography. It was energetic.

It was ancestral.

 

Coming back to Turkey was a return to my roots — not just the soil, but the soul. The land of my birth began whispering a new invitation:
Not to start over, but to integrate.
Not to chase, but to embody.

 

In Datça, a place cradled by sea and stillness, I found space to listen again. To slow. To soften. And to offer back everything I had gathered.

 

Here, the outer layers of ambition melted into something simpler, more whole. The years of design, spiritual practice, and inner excavation began to braid themselves into a single current — the blueprint of Conscious Life Design.

 

This wasn’t a brand. It was a living path.

 

It was here that I deepened my studies with Master Sha, receiving Tao transmissions and sacred practices that cleared financial, emotional, and ancestral blocks.
Here I sat in Medicine Ceremonies with Emre Gunerken and Pablo Lucero, where I learned that healing isn’t about light alone — it’s about loving the darkness until it dissolves.
Here, I integrated Dr. Gabor Maté’s trauma-informed work and Göksel Karabayır’s Family Constellations, transforming inherited beliefs and patterns that no longer served.

 

I came back to offer all I had lived — but more importantly,
I came back to live what I now knew.

 

And in that space between offering and embodiment, something new took root:
The Awakening of the Healer Within — in me, and in those I was called to serve.

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CHAPTER FIVE:  A LIFE OF CONSCIOUS DESIGN​

Awakening the Healer Within

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Living in rhythm with truth, legacy, and inner alignment

Over the past two decades, I have woven ancient Taoist energy practices, shamanic technologies, Sufi wisdom, somatic movement, contemporary, and psychodynamic tools into one living stream of remembrance.

 

This became Conscious Life Design —
a sacred approach to guiding others to realign with their essence,
embody their truth,
Awaken the Healer Within,
and design a life that reflects the soul they came here to be.

 

This path isn’t about fixing.
It’s about revealing — shedding what no longer serves and

remembering what was never lost.

 

To design consciously is to listen deeply.
To trust the intelligence of the body, the whispers of spirit, the rhythm of emotion, and the clarity of mind.

 

Today, I guide individuals and communities through this integrative lens —
guiding them to transmute inherited stories, clear energetic imprints,
and return to the center of their own wisdom.

 

Every journey, every retreat, every session is a mirror.
A space to honor what’s sacred, release what’s stagnant, and move forward in grace.

 

I no longer lead from persona.
I walk beside you as a witness and a weaver —
midwifing the soul’s own remembering.

 

This is the art of Conscious Life Design:
Where healing becomes embodied,
where beauty meets integrity,
and where your inner world finally feels like home.