Deep in the English countryside in a forest of silver birch, hazel, cherry and oak She found herself in circle with three women who truly saw Her. Priestesses from times past. For so long journeying solo. At last, at last, reunited at last. Their parched souls yearning for the nourishment that only a…
Letter to a Lightworker II: This is the dawn of a new day and the day of a new dawn. You have the power to spark global change just by being you. Every decision you make creates a ripple in the interconnected sea that joins all life; there is nothing…
The Mystic always rises. As let her soul sing her, she let go of lifetimes worth of silenced truth missiles cemented in the deepest caverns of her soul. A voice snubbed out for centuries, for saying too much, for standing up too much, for being too much. Her intuition and bigness restrained…