Aura Garden

Origin Story

In 2011, I experienced what some might call an awakening.

I was in Mexico at the time and awoke from a vivid dream—one that felt more like a vision. I saw myself in an altered state beyond the boundaries of ordinary awareness. That moment marked a turning point for me, leading me down a path of deep inquiry and self-exploration.

In the months and years that followed, I found myself drawn to the language of symbolism, numerology, astrology, and a wide range of healing modalities. I discovered that stories can be allegorical and metaphorical codes waiting to be uncovered. Guided by intuition and curiosity, I began using an online anagram tool and stumbled across a book that would leave a lasting imprint: The Soul’s Code by James Hillman.

Hillman’s words echoed something I had long felt but hadn’t yet articulated—that each of us carries within a latent genius, a divine blueprint encoded in the soul. He suggested that the clues to our destiny might even be hidden in something as straightforward as our name.

Aura Garden was thus born- a hidden constellation of meaning, waiting patiently within the letters of Andrea Agur.

There are worlds within words; sometimes, our names—like our astrological birth charts—hold archetypal truths about who we are and what we are here to remember. Every once in a while, something we read or hear feels so clear that it resonates through our entire being. That’s what Aura Garden was to me: a profound recognition.

A sacred remembering.

To me, it felt both ancient and new, familiar and mysterious. It was the voice of a deeper self resting quietly within me, waiting for the right time to bloom.

Over the past decade, much of that journey has unfolded through the craft of acting and performance, through the honest embodiment of emotion, movement, and voice. I have learned to inhabit my body fully—to live and speak from within it. Expression became integration. Performance became presence.

The word Aura speaks to the unseen—what some call the fingerprint of the soul. Fittingly, my natal chart contains a Yod, often referred to as the "Thumbprint of God.” In the times to come—perhaps even now—we will recognize one another not by appearance but by energy. Before anything else, we will know each other by our resonance.

The Garden is our origin and our return. It is the place we all come from—a metaphor for the inner sanctum, the fertile void of being. It is both a sanctuary and a source. The garden is not something I stand on; it is something I am. I am of her. I am in her. I AM her.

Just as the earth is an anagram for the heart, so is the garden a mirror of wholeness, a space for planting seeds of truth, transformation, and becoming. It is the endless beginning, the sacred return, the very palpitation of where space and time become timelessness.

Now, I offer her to you as a living, breathing expression of my inner journey. She is still unfolding, always evolving, just as I am. I share myself not as a brand or persona but as a living prayer—a reclamation of essence, a devotion to the divine design within us all.