I am Carly Tway—founder of Merkababe Designs, a sacred sanctuary nestled along the Pacific Coast Highway in Laguna Beach. But titles are too small for the truth of who I am. I am an entrepreneur, a ritualist, a guide, and a spiritual practitioner, yes, but more than anything, I am a midwife of becoming. My life’s work is devoted to walking women and seekers through the sacred thresholds of transformation… those invisible lines where clarity is born from chaos, and intention carves the way through unraveling.

Perhaps you are standing there now.
On the trembling edge of a catalyst moment.
The ground beneath you giving way.
The life you’ve known crumbling quietly behind you.
And ahead? Only the great unknown… where everything you desire waits like a promise yet to be spoken.

A catalyst moment is no ordinary shift. It is the violent cracking open of a chapter you never expected. A divorce. A heartbreak. A job lost. A baby born. A move across state lines. A dream let go. These are not detours, they are sacred invitations. Initiations disguised as endings.

Have you ever stood inside one of these sacred storms and felt… lost? Apathetic? As though life’s color had drained into grey?
I have. I know that terrain well. When we aren’t taught to honor these transitions, they can feel meaningless—chaotic whirlwinds without shape or purpose. But with the right rituals, with the right reverence, with the right guide, they become holy. The very pain you resist becomes the fire that refines you. The unraveling becomes your altar.

Let me take you back…
I was born surrounded by greatness. My father, a professional athlete, moved through the world like a giant. I learned early how to strive, how to train like a champion. At eighteen, I moved to Los Angeles, carrying a dream I’d been polishing since I was six years old: to become a professional dancer. I believed I could outwork and out-wish everyone. But the city didn’t bend for me. Instead, I became another pretty face with hollow eyes—another girl sitting at the Hollywood Overlook, staring at a glittering sea of lights and feeling utterly alone. I became a sad statistic.

There was no sacredness in my suffering… yet.

But grace has a way of slipping in through the cracks. A book. A conversation. A stranger’s words that hit like prophecy. And then, a whisper:
“There is more.”

That whisper became a voice, and that voice led me to initiation.

The death of that first dream birthed a new one. I left L.A. for Orange County and opened my first storefront. A dream made real, until it wasn’t. Months later, it collapsed. I rebuilt. Opened again. Eight days in, I woke up to an eviction notice. It felt like the Universe had taken a scalpel to my hope. And yet… I did not shatter. I rose. Again and again.

And now, here I stand.
Inside Merkababe Designs, Laguna Beach… the third rebirth of what once felt like a broken dream.

The difference between falling apart and falling sacredly into transformation is everything. Without sacredness, transitions feel like endless voids, disorienting, numb, and cruel. But when we cross those thresholds with intention, ritual, and reverence, we alchemize pain into purpose.

This is the path I now walk with others. I am not here to save you—I am here to initiate you. To hold the lantern as you cross your own threshold.

So I ask you…
Will you let this moment shape you or shatter you?
Will you inch into the unknown, or will you rise—sacred and sure—into the life that’s been calling your name all along?

The threshold is here. The invitation is open.
And you, beloved, are ready.