Author: Myrtle Anne Ramos
The First Live Experience
The first time I went live, I lacked courage.
I was prepared, though not in any glamorous way. My tools included Google Keep notes, a shaky breath, and scripts that resembled prayers—not the stylish kind, but the “please let me not vanish mid-sentence” kind.
I used to be quiet—the “mysterious” kind of quiet. In my lineage, silence didn’t always look like silence.
Sometimes it looked like being “strong.” Sometimes it looked like being “fine.” Sometimes it looked like being loud—so no one notices what you’re not saying.
It was the type of silence you inherit when you realize that being heard comes at a cost. It’s a quiet that runs through family lines like an unspoken rule: be good, be strong, don’t take up space.
Especially from the maternal side.
So when I say that going live was healing for me, I'm not marketing a motivational poster; I mean it as a reclaiming of my voice.
I wasn’t merely creating content; I was pulling myself out of hiding.
And it didn’t happen just once; it was a process of repetition:
Go live
Teach anyway
Breathe
Speak
Survive
Repeat
Like a lighthouse learning to remain lit amid storms that disregard your confidence.
The “Amnesia” Myth — Understanding the Body's Memory
When people mention “amnesia,” they often think of forgetting.
But sometimes, it’s not about forgetting; it’s about protection.
Your mind conceals memories until your body feels safe enough to revisit them.
Strangely, the body remembers first.
Your throat tightens before the narrative arrives.
Your chest feels heavy before the memory reveals itself.
Your jaw clenches because you've swallowed things you were meant to express.
That’s why I adopted two practices that helped me retain my sanity:
Observer mode
3–6–9 breathing
Not because it’s fashionable, but because it works.
Inhale for 3. Hold for 6. Exhale for 9.A long exhale signifies a surrender of the nervous system.And when the nervous system surrenders, truth steps back in as if it owns the place.
Teaching — My Default Setting
From a young age, I loved to teach.
I’d borrow my cousin Gelina’s chalkboard and “lecture” my cousins as if I were in charge of a classroom. I didn’t have a curriculum; I had conviction.
Yet, somewhere along the way, I became shy.
Not because I lacked a voice—but because I learned what kinds of voices draw attention.
So, I went live anyway.
And life began to acknowledge my presence.
I was discovered through live series with Jason Brink, my first ever AMA was with the Bitbender! After which led to IoTeX becoming my first YouTube client. They wanted me to review them, and it felt like a door swung open. A part of me whispered:
See? You were never delusional. You were just ahead of your time.
The Pandemic Era — Finding My Voice
During the pandemic, my voice didn’t just grow louder; it solidified.
When I felt exhausted, I sang—not for performance, but for survival. Singing became my anchor when everything seemed to be collapsing in slow motion.
Quietly, without fanfare, I rediscovered my ikigai.
Not the “grind harder” kind of purpose, but the genuine reason that resonates with me even when no one is applauding.
Gaming — My Guiding Star
I aspired to be like Alodia Gosiengfiao—her as a cosplayer and a gamer who livestreams inspired me.
My love for vlogging began in the era of camcorders, thanks to my parents. That part of me never faded; it simply lay dormant.
Then Gala Games emerged as my guiding light.
Not merely as a brand but as a symbol, a testament that fun and the future can coexist.
The YouTube opportunity didn’t feel like a mere package; it felt like a seal of approval from the universe stating:
“You showed up. You remained consistent. You are being recognized.”
What struck me wasn’t just the acknowledgment; it was the timeline.
Once shy about sharing my voice, YouTube enabled me to be seen in the niche I had longed to enter—livestream YouTube reviews—because of my passion for teaching.
Even as a child, teaching was my joy, especially with my cousins. I always borrowed Gelina’s chalkboard.
And aren’t you glad?
My Roots: A Family of Growers
Both sides of my family were nurturers of plants.
I relished mixing plants in my grandmothers’ gardens as if it were a sacred lab. I’d blend herbs, kamias, and alatiris, as if destined to create potions and explanations in a single day.
Nanay’s bougainvillea is the most remarkable—how it grows, falls, and then blooms again beautifully. It embodies resilience.
My paternal grandmother exudes gumamela energy: healing, bold, and quietly medicinal.
Both matriarchs were tough-love figures.Not the “there, there” type.The “stand up, fix it, learn” kind.
Yes, I always dreamed of climbing trees.Still do—spiritually, and sometimes literally, if the outfit permits.
Perhaps that’s why I am who I am:I fall. I bloom again.I fall. I bloom again.
The Support System Behind Me
The truth is, I didn’t embark on this journey alone.
My mother, daughter, and Tricia supported me during my live sessions—especially regarding concepts and maintaining quality. The structure that goes unseen but felt deeply matters.
This is significant because the maternal lineage was not solely about silence; it also set standards.
Now, I’m collaborating with my cousins as part of my team at Block Tides—full circle. Childhood memories transforming into real work, genuine execution, and lasting legacy.
Before any “milestone” was public, one moment remains etched in my heart:
My brother and his girlfriend supported me when I began. They gifted me a Razer microphone, a moment I’ll always cherish.
That was more than just equipment; it was faith.
Now, I am one of Razer’s ambassadors.
To me, full circle is not just a concept; it’s a receipt.
Music: A Reawakening
Music returned because people reignited it within me.
Now, I’ve begun writing my own songs too.
Thanks for the inspiration, Mhegz and David.
David showed me that writing songs isn’t as daunting as it seems. Mhegz encouraged me to keep it simple.
Both are part of Block Tides now, and I love how my world continues to intertwine: tech, teaching, music, and healing—one ecosystem, one signal.
This chapter is new and sacred:
I will be launching my song next year.
Not because I feel “ready.”But because I finally feel real.
A Memory to Cherish
Mac Ocampo invited me to speak at the University of the Philippines.
That moment resonated deeper than just “a speaking gig.”
My mother had also been offered a chance to study there in conservatory. A monk-like relative tied to UP and it felt as if the universe was weaving my life back into places that always had a seat waiting for me—even when I doubted I deserved it.
So, when I discuss voice, standards, concepts, and quality, this is not random; it is lineage.
Music. Discipline. Education. The kind of excellence that doesn’t need to announce itself; it simply arrives and does the work.
CoinMarketCap: Achievements Earned
Being a KOL on CoinMarketCap (community side) isn’t about a “salary” but earned through performance, consistency, contribution—and yes, winning.
I’ve participated in prize pool campaigns and won several times, including recognition for the best quality content.
Not because I had the loudest voice, but because I upheld the standard.
Gratitude to 144 Odin’s Council
I must express my gratitude to 144FromTheStars Tarot Youtube Channel, I am part of Odin’s Council—Trina and Ian—for providing a channel to share my song and Solstice works.
Thanks to that channel, I started revealing myself again.
Sometimes, a monumental breakthrough isn’t necessary.
You simply need a safe doorway to reconnect with yourself.
So here I am… stepping through it.
Not perfect. Not finished.
But visible.
And if you’re reading this while feeling quiet, shut off, or thinking you must be “ready” before you show up—
Start with a note.Start with a breath. Start with one live session.
A lighthouse doesn’t become a lighthouse by waiting for calm seas.It becomes a lighthouse by staying illuminated regardless of the storm.
I fall. I bloom. I return.
