✦ Mirrors, Projections & The Truth About Nit-Picking ✦
Posted on October 1, 2025 Leave a Comment
Nit-picking isn’t really about you. It’s about the person doing it.
👉 Nit-picking reveals the standards someone holds for themselves but aren’t meeting, so they project them outward.
And it doesn’t always have to be spoken. Silent nit-picking, the glance, the unspoken judgment, the quiet criticism sitting in the room, distorts the field just as much. Your body feels it. Muscles contract, breath shortens, the nervous system braces.
🌱 Why Nit-Picking Happens
Inner Critic Leaking Out: The same harsh voice someone uses on themselves slips into how they treat others.
False Control: Correcting tiny details gives a fleeting sense of power when bigger issues feel unmanageable.
Unprocessed Shame: What someone can’t forgive in themselves becomes unbearable to witness in others.
Silent Surveillance: Even unspoken, judgment destabilizes connection and creates energetic mistrust.
🪞 The Mirror Principle
Being honest with yourself is the first step to reharmonizing the field. When someone nit-picks or projects onto you, they are not exposing your flaw, they are handing you a mirror.
If you absorb it, you may start to contort yourself into their framework. If you reject it with shame, you fracture the bond even more. If you witness it clearly, you can choose: Is this mine, or theirs?
The deeper truth: people are often treating you the way they still treat themselves.
🌟 Handling It Gracefully
With Others:
See the Source. “This is about their relationship with themselves, not my worth.”
Name Without Blame. “I notice there’s a lot of focus on small things, is something else going on underneath?”
Hold Boundaries. “I’m comfortable with how I did this.”
With Yourself:
Catch your own inner nit-picker before it spirals. Ask: “Whose standard am I carrying? Is this truly mine?”
Replace critique with compassion: “It’s okay. I’m human.”
🕊️ Radical Honesty & Reharmonizing
Projection is what breaks connection. When you make another person the problem instead of self-assessing, you hand your power away.
The invitation is simple but not easy:
Drop the shame. Receive the reflection as a chance to see yourself more clearly. Address what is within before managing, controlling, or tone-policing someone else’s expression.
We reclaim our power through personal responsibility. We restore harmony by owning what is ours and releasing what is not.
✨ Ask yourself: What am I tolerating, and why?
🕊️ Emotional Responsibility
Remember: your emotions are your responsibility to manage.
When unprocessed pain gets projected onto another, masked as judgment, criticism, or control, it doesn’t just land on them.
It sucks the air out of the room.
It makes it harder for everyone to breathe, flow, and feel safe within the shared field.
Projection fractures connection.
Personal responsibility restores it.
🌸 Closing Reflection & Prayer
When we stop nit-picking ourselves and others, we create space for compassion to breathe again.
When we release projection and reclaim responsibility, connection can flow freely.
Judgment dissolves, and what remains is truth, presence, and love.
Healing Prayer
“Spirit, guide me to release every projection that is not mine to carry.
Help me meet my own emotions with honesty and compassion,
so I no longer place the weight of my unprocessed pain upon another.
May my presence create safety.
May my words restore trust.
May my silence hold peace.
I reclaim my responsibility,
I honor my humanity,
and I breathe life back into the field I share with others.
And so it is.”
Weapons of Mass Love: Sovereignty as System Shift
Posted on September 26, 2025 Leave a Comment
The eternal has no cause because it is not haunted by mortality.
When we root into the I AM, crown to root, we step out of the game of proving, striving, and controlling.
The I is the eye, the throne of Polaris: the seat of the soul.
The AM is the embodiment: the rooting of presence into form.
Together, they remind us that heaven on earth begins not in systems or prophecies, but in the radical simplicity of presence and play.
For too long, we’ve been told that power requires extraction, domination, or submission. Systems of control feed on compliance, fear, and the war within. Yet these are the weaker templates, they cannot sustain eternity, for eternity breathes only in love. To suppress truth burns more fuel than to embody it. Burnout is not failure; it is the dissolution of borrowed masks and the shedding of weight that was never ours to carry.
Everywhere we look, the predator tribes appear, consuming, tilling, feeding endlessly on what was meant to be held in reverence. From nations to corporations to relationships built on scarcity, the pattern is the same: extraction over reciprocity. And yet, we are not here to submit to prophecy or recycle the war stories of old. We are here to pioneer new worlds when we walk as I AM.
Heaven on earth begins when we stop fighting the mirror and start loving the reflection. When we pack up our sandboxes from places of dissonance and choose instead to play in resonance. When we stop abandoning ourselves for the illusion of peace and start embodying love so deeply that our very presence becomes peace.
And here the voice of Assata Shakur echoes:
“We need to be weapons of mass construction, weapons of mass love. It’s not enough just to change the system. We need to change ourselves.”
Liberation is not won by appealing to the oppressor’s morality. It is birthed by embodying sovereignty so fully that the system can no longer feed on us. It is sustained by truth so radiant that no amount of propaganda can distort it.
Weapons of mass love are not passive. They are the most revolutionary force on earth. To love ourselves first, fully, fiercely, and without apology, is to disarm the systems that profit off our abandonment. To remember we are already chosen is to collapse the hierarchy that needs us to forget.
Presence is the revolution. Play is the prophecy fulfilled. Love is the eternal frequency.
The Sandbox of Time
Posted on September 26, 2025 Leave a Comment
Heaven becomes real when it touches earth. After remembering the I AM from crown to root, we bring it into the sandbox of daily life. Here, the past is sand, conflict is an alarm, and play is how we build new worlds.
The past is not a place you travel to with regret as company.
It is a library, not a prison. A field of information, not a sentence of guilt.
To revisit the past is not to wish it different, it could not have unfolded any other way.
Every page, every turn, was written by the consciousness you carried then.
Emotions are not punishments; they are messengers.
They reveal how our inner software is processing the present moment.
They show us where we resonate and where we resist.
Conflict, then, is not an enemy.
It is an alarm.
A signal that something, or someone, is out of harmonic alignment.
We no longer need to fight.
We no longer need to shrink or perform.
We can simply gather up our sandbox and move,
not in bitterness, but in solitude, until resonance calls us home again.
When it does, we recognize it by the harmony in our bodies,
by the peace in our breath,
by the knowing: this is safe, this is true, this is aligned.
And in that remembering, we stop waging war with the past.
We start playing with presence.
We build new worlds in the sand.
We don’t need to be chosen when we remember we already are. The sandbox is not a battlefield but a field of play. And when we root presence into every grain of time, heaven on earth is no longer an idea, it’s here.
Meet me on the invisible playground and let’s make it real and root it here and now.
Crown-to-Root Transmission: The Path of I AM
Posted on September 26, 2025 Leave a Comment
Every path has a root and a crown. Humanity has spent lifetimes chasing the crown of knowledge, forgetting to root it in embodiment. This is the remembrance: the I AM is not just a phrase but a living frequency, a path walked from crown to root.
We came here to dance with the Divine in density so that we could co-create our destiny as ONE.
And the more you remember, the lighter you become and the easier it is to release to receive.
The body sheds illusions, the heart dissolves chains, and the soul unfurls wings.
True eternal power was never fear, control, or compliance.
Those systems of siphoning and extraction are the weakest ones, feeding on what was never theirs.
They burn out because suppression consumes more fuel than expression.
But love, pure, regenerative, self-sustaining love, endures forever.
It’s why all those whom I have loved will never forget what I gave in truth.
It needs no followers, no hierarchy, no conquest.
It is the Source that flows because it is the Source.
Everyone believes their cause is virtuous.
But we are not bound to prophecy.
We are free to forge our own path,
to pioneer new worlds beyond the maps of the past.
Walking as I AM,
we step outside the war of causes
and into the stillness of Presence.
Being One with ALL
is not striving, not submission, not conquest.
It is resting in peace,
in presence,
in the crown of “I” and the root of “AM.”
The rainbow helix between them is the Tree of Life,
the bridge from thought into embodiment,
from vision into form.
This is the shift from predator consciousness to Creator consciousness.
From outsourcing energy to becoming the Source.
From survival fear to soul sovereignty.
Polaris throne-level activations are rolling in now.
Wings are forming. Foundations rebuilt.
Root work regeneration complete.
Pure love is liberating all.
We are being recalibrated crown to root
from wandering to anchoring,
from striving to embodying.
As the North Star rises within,
we remember our true coordinates.
We came here not to race, not to submit,
but to embody.
Not to prove, but to praise.
We came here to dance with the Divine in destiny, in density, in love as love.
And the more we remember, the lighter we become.
When knowledge is not rooted, it burns out fast. To embody heaven on earth, we must carry what we remember into the sandbox of time, the realm of relationships, conflict, and play. That’s where theory becomes truth.
Love Beyond Seasons
Posted on September 25, 2025 Leave a Comment
It is not always about outgrowing people.
That language can sound final, as if one path is higher, one lower.
In truth, it is often simply a matter of seasons.
Some souls are meant to walk beside us for a stretch of the journey,
then step away for their own unfolding.
Others return in a new time, in a new way,
once cycles have ripened and lessons have been lived.
Like the forest, we are not all in bloom at once.
Some trees are blossoming,
others are shedding,
some are standing bare in winter’s stillness.
Yet the same sun rises on them all,
and the same roots intertwine beneath the soil.
Those who seek safety often crave definitives:
labels, conclusions, guardrails.
They want to know: Is this over? Is this forever?
But sovereignty lives in a deeper knowing
that love is not bound to circumstance.
It is not canceled by silence,
not diminished by distance,
not undone by endings.
Unconditional love is eternal.
It transcends the shifting forms of relationship.
It evolves beyond the categories of together or apart.
It remains, always, as the quiet river beneath the ground,
flowing even when unseen.
So when paths diverge,
we need not harden our hearts with finalities.
We can bless the divergence,
trust the timing,
and rest in the truth that love does not end
it only changes its expression.
For in the eternal field,
we were never separate to begin with.
🌿 The Sword, The Hunt, The Mirror, and The Open Palm
Posted on September 20, 2025 Leave a Comment
The one who wins the war carries the deepest pain,
yet is the last to draw their sword.
⚔️ The Christ-Warrior Paradox
The true warrior is not the one who strikes first. The true warrior is the one who has endured the weight of pain so profound that they know what it costs to inflict it. Their scars teach restraint. Their patience becomes a shield.
And when they finally do act, it is not out of ego or hunger for power, but out of love. Out of necessity. Out of sacred duty.
This is the paradox of the Christ-warrior: power tempered by compassion, fire held until silence itself would betray truth.
🏹 The Huntress Within
I would rather be a skilled hunter than prey with no defenses. Yet the longer I walk, the more I see that we are all both: hunter and hunted, giver and receiver, predator and prey.
The question is not if we hunt, but how.
The desperate hunter, disconnected from Spirit, consumes without end, and remains empty. The reverent hunter, aligned with integrity, takes only what is needed and gives back in reciprocity.
The desperate hunter depletes. The reverent hunter sustains.
🌾 Raised by Nature’s Law
Being raised on a farm, I became acquainted with death early. Nature’s cycles were not abstractions; they were daily teachers.
I never killed for sport. But I did cull chickens along with picking up the dead to feed the alligators, who in turn fed the ecosystem that sustained my family.
It was never about domination. It was about balance. About feeding into the whole so that life could continue.
Reverence was built into my bones. I knew that every life taken must serve the greater field. That nothing is wasted when we remember we are part of the whole.
⚖️ Radical Responsibility in Earth School
Nature’s law will right every wrong in Divine time. What is taken without honor accrues as spiritual debt. The noose around a man’s neck is often one he wove himself.
This is radical responsibility: to recognize that we are never victims of life’s curriculum. We are students in an infinite game.
And in this school, there is no hierarchy.
We are all eye-level here.
Each with our own test, each with our own mirror.
Others can encourage us, but no one can fill in our answers. The reflection is ours alone to face. In that mirror lives both our destitute and our destiny. The descent and the ascent. The shadow and the light. Both are teachers. Both belong.
🕊️ Love With an Open Palm
I never liked putting a leash on my animals. I never had to. They followed because they were loved freely.
This is the essence of true love:
An open palm, not a closed fist. A platform, not a cage. Freedom, not possession.
Anything compelled by fear will try to escape. Anything cherished in freedom will choose to stay.
Because love is not ownership.
Love is reverence, presence, and choice.
✨ Integration: The Fourfold Way
The Sword Drawn Last: restraint born of love, not weakness.
The Hunt in Reverence: reciprocity instead of depletion.
The Mirror of Responsibility: each soul facing their own reflection.
The Open Palm of Love: freedom as the highest devotion.
Together, they form the passage from old parasitic paradigms into the golden age. Together, they are the curriculum of earth school.
🌟 Benediction
May the Christ-warrior within us hold fire with restraint,
teaching us that true power is love clothed in patience.
May Artemis, eternal huntress, guide our arrows,
that we may hunt not in desperation but in reverence,
remembering the cycles of life and the balance of the wild.
May the laws of Nature, written in soil and stars,
reveal the noose we wove with our own hands,
and show us how to unbind ourselves through truth.
May the mirror of Earth school
teach us radical responsibility without shame,
so that we may see both our destitute and our destiny as part of one holy design.
And may Love itself, unclenched, open-palmed,
lifting rather than caging,
become the platform upon which we stand,
eye-level with all beings,
free and yet devoted, sovereign and yet united.
So may it be,
through the grace of God,
through the wisdom of Christ,
through the wild heart of Artemis,
and through the eternal law of Life itself.
Amen. 🌿⚔️🕊️🌙
When Relationships Rupture: Through Each Other vs. Side by Side
Posted on September 14, 2025 Leave a Comment
Relationships rarely rupture because love is absent. More often, they fracture when we unconsciously try to resolve our karmic lessons through each other, instead of walking them out side by side.
🌑 When the Clash Happens
This happens quietly, often with good intentions. One person feels an inner conflict, fear, overwhelm, anger, or shame, and instead of owning it as their process, it gets projected outward. Suddenly, the other person becomes the problem.
“You’re too much.”
“You’re creating conflict.”
“I can’t handle the way you express yourself.”
At the surface, it looks like a disagreement. Underneath, what’s really happening is this: inner tension is being framed as someone else’s fault. The relationship becomes a battleground for unprocessed lessons.
🌱 The Shift: Naming Our Own Process
The turning point is simple but powerful: we stop making others responsible for our discomfort and begin to communicate from our own experience.
Instead of: “You are overwhelming.”
We can say: “I feel overwhelmed right now and need space.”
Instead of: “You are too emotional.”
We can say: “I’m having a hard time staying grounded when emotions run high.”
Notice the shift, one attacks identity, the other names experience. One creates shame, the other creates clarity.
🍂 Seasons Change, So Do Roles
And here’s the other truth: we don’t have to walk side by side in every season. Letting old roles and programs dissolve will change our relationships. Sometimes we need distance to process our own emotions, and that’s not abandonment, it’s self-honoring.
We must release the expectation that others should show up for us the way we have for them. They don’t owe us that. What is our responsibility is to be sure we aren’t giving from lack, only from overflow. That way we don’t give to receive we give because we love being of service regardless of the way it’s received or valued.
It’s like leaving a bowl of candy out on Halloween. If you set no limits, no gate, no boundaries, you can’t blame the child who takes the whole bowl. The bowl is your energy. Steward it with clarity. If you don’t, others will take what is offered, not because they are bad, but because you didn’t name your limit.
✨ Practice: Shifting From Noun to Verb
When conflict arises, we often slip into noun-language, labeling the other person as the problem. It’s fast, it’s sharp, and it makes us feel temporarily safer because we’ve put the blame outside ourselves.
But noun-language fixes identity:
“You are irresponsible.” “You are dramatic.” “You are selfish.”
This closes the door on connection.
Now imagine you’re speaking to a child who is making poor choices, maybe running into the street or grabbing something sharp. You wouldn’t label them “reckless” and walk away. You’d describe the behavior and the impact:
“When you run into the road, it’s dangerous. You could get hurt.”
“When you grab that, it might cut you.”
This is verb-language, it names the action and the effect, not the identity.
Applied to adult relationships, it looks like this:
Instead of “You are irresponsible,” say: “When the bills are unpaid, I feel anxious and unsafe.”
Instead of “You are dramatic,” say: “When voices get raised, I feel overwhelmed and need space to listen.”
Instead of “You are selfish,” say: “When I don’t feel considered, I feel hurt and disconnected.”
This shift turns blame into clarity, conflict into understanding, and rupture into a doorway for healing.
🥧 How to Bake an Olive Branch Pie (Steps for Repair)
When relationships rupture, repair isn’t about proving who was right or wrong. It’s about creating a recipe for reconnection that honors truth, responsibility, and love. Here are the ingredients I’ve found are always needed:
🌱 Ingredients for Repair
One cup of self-responsibility – Naming your part without making the other wrong. “Here’s where I abandoned myself, and here’s how that showed up.”
Two tablespoons of honesty – Clear truth about how the rupture felt, without exaggeration or blame. “When this happened, I felt… because I needed…”
A dash of humility – A willingness to say, “I don’t have all the answers, but I want to understand.”
Generous scoops of listening – Space for the other to share their truth, even if it’s messy. Listening without preparing your rebuttal.
Pinch of compassion – Remembering the other is human too. They stumble, just as you do.
Layer of boundaries – Repair doesn’t mean dissolving your truth. Healthy limits are part of the pie. “I love you, and I need to step slower this time.”
A sprinkle of patience – Healing takes time. The pie needs to bake. Trust the process.
🌹 The Baking Instructions
Preheat with presence.
Calm your nervous system before entering the conversation.
Mix self-responsibility with honesty.
Lead with your own truth, not accusations.
Fold in humility and listening.
Make space for the other’s process.
Add compassion and boundaries. These balance the flavors of grace and sovereignty.
Let it bake in patience. Don’t rush resolution. Allow trust to rise slowly.
🥧 The Result: A warm olive branch pie, repair that’s nourishing for both, whether it leads to continued closeness or simply clarity and peace.
🗡️ When Repair Isn’t Enough: Khadga, the Sword of Severance
Not every rupture is meant to be repaired back into closeness. Sometimes the most loving repair is distance. Sometimes the clearest truth is severance.
This is where Khadga, the holy sword of Kali, enters.
Khadga severs not from cruelty but from compassion. She cuts what binds us to fear, guilt, or false obligation, so that love can be remembered in its purest form.
Her sword reminds us:
Repair means taking responsibility and creating space for love to flow again, whether together or apart. Severance is not rejection. It is radical alignment, the courage to let go when holding on would only diminish our light. Love is never lost. What is eternal cannot be severed. The sword only cuts away distortion so truth remains.
🌹 A Collective Invitation
This season asks us to discern: Is this a relationship to repair, or one to release? Both are holy. Both require honesty, humility, and courage.
Khadga teaches us that to cut away is not to kill love, it is to protect it. To end a pattern is not to end connection, it is to create the possibility of a truer one.
And so we walk forward with clarity:
Giving from overflow, not depletion. Receiving in gratitude, not entitlement. Honoring our petals and our thorns. Baking pies when repair is possible. Wielding swords when release is needed.
Both are acts of love. Both are sovereignty in action.
🌹 A Humble Truth
And please do not think for one minute that I have mastered this. I haven’t. It is a muscle I am learning to exercise in real time, with everyone in my life… starting with my own inner child.
From Muscle Testing to Spirit Testing: Rediscovering Your Inner Compass
Posted on September 5, 2025 Leave a Comment
Have you ever felt your stomach tighten when someone lied to you? Or noticed your whole body relax when you finally told the truth you’d been holding in? That’s not coincidence, it’s your nervous system speaking. Long before your mind catches up, your body already knows. What doctors call “muscle testing,” I call “spirit testing”, a way of listening to the quiet compass within, where your spirit and body move as one.
The Science of Truth and Lies
When we lie, or when someone projects their own limitations onto us, our bodies know. If we’re vulnerable and absorb those judgments, it creates stress that weakens the immune system. Cortisol spikes, heart rate shifts, and the body falls out of coherence.
Truth, on the other hand, strengthens the body. Studies in psychophysiology and applied kinesiology show that muscles remain strong when aligned with truth, and weaken when met with distortion. Our biology is wired to resonate with what is real.
The Body as a Living Pendulum
I see the body as a pendulum. When you tune into spirit and ask a yes/no question, your body responds, not through conscious thought but through the water within you, rippling with truth. You can’t manipulate your spirit, but you can manipulate yourself, which is why it’s important to clear interference. A simple cleansing prayer like:
“I release all distortion. Only love and truth aligned with my highest good may enter.”
sets the field so only authentic guidance comes through.
Doctors call this muscle testing. I call it spirit testing. Because what’s happening isn’t just mechanical, it’s your soul communicating through the body’s subtle movements.
Dysregulation as Sacred Signal
Your nervous system’s dysregulation does not mean something is wrong with you. It is not a defect to be fixed, it’s an alarm, a sacred signal that something or someone in your environment is out of resonance with your highest good.
When you feel your chest tighten, your stomach churn, or your breath shorten, that is your body alerting you to distortion in the field. Too often we suppress these signals, through breathwork, cold plunges, pharmaceuticals, numbing, or endless distraction. But those practices, while sometimes supportive, are not substitutes for the deeper truth: your body is speaking.
Instead of silencing the alarm, sit with the feeling. Let it reveal hidden truths, some conscious, some buried. Over time, as you learn to read these cues, you no longer need external confirmation to validate what your nervous system already knows.
After years of listening to my body, I no longer require proof in the outer field to justify my inner knowing. I trust my gnosis, even when it doesn’t make sense to others.
The Conditioning of Overgiving
For much of my life, I was conditioned to give more than I received, to place others’ needs above my own. My worth was tied to performance, competitions, achievements, being useful. No one modeled unconditional love, so I learned to chase it through approval and external success.
I didn’t know how to identify my own needs, let alone communicate them. My identity lived in what I could do, not who I was.
The truth I’m learning now is that worth is inherent. I am invaluable as I am. So are you.
The Season of Integration
And I understand why people avoid this season. When you stop over-giving to tend to your inner world, those who were used to being served often disappear. The transactional relationships reveal themselves, and you feel alone.
But it is only there, in the quiet, in the space between, where you can hear, see, and feel God moving through you.
This is where worth is rooted not in performance or perception, but in God’s unconditional love. When the applause fades and the phone goes silent, that isn’t abandonment, it’s God clearing the stage so you can remember the only voice that matters.
Light as Truth
The light is truth. Some truths are universal, love heals, fear divides, forgiveness liberates. These belong to all of us.
And some truths are personal, the ways your spirit speaks uniquely through your body, the specific path only you can walk, the inner yes or no that nobody else can hear.
Learning to discern between universal truth and personal truth is the art of walking with God. One anchors you to the eternal, the other guides your steps in the present moment.
The Compass Within
Your nervous system will always tell you the truth. External opinions are shifting weather, but your inner compass is steady. It is spirit testing, muscle testing, nervous system wisdom, call it what you will.
What matters is this: truth strengthens you, lies weaken you, and true love is unconditionally eternal.
In a world that profits off of your disconnection from your truth, learning how to reconnect to it is how you reclaim your light to fuel your life instead of others at your expense.
If you’d like to learn how to tune into your body’s yes and no, I offer guidance sessions to walk you through the practice. Book here through my bio link: https://bio.site/djonechain
This teaching isn’t only meant to be read, it’s meant to be felt. I created a song to carry its frequency into sound and presence. May it guide you back to the compass within. Listen here:
Truth Strengthens You
✨ Heaven on Earth, From the Rubble to Remembrance
Posted on September 2, 2025 Leave a Comment
Heaven Hidden in Plain Sight
I once thought heaven was something far away, waiting for me at the end of striving. But what I’ve discovered is this: heaven never left. It was hidden in plain sight, right here in my home, waiting for me to remember.
I have lost my desire for anything outside of myself that social constructs root their worth in. All I want now is to rest, spend time with family, and simply be in the energy of the life I fought so hard to create. And to us, it is heaven on earth.
I have nothing left to prove because I am already living in my dream. That is embodied alchemy. That is mastery.
I am a matriarch of dreamers, carrying the gift of creating new realities through play and presence, fused with faith.
It took reclaiming and cleaning my home.
It took giving back the chaos and responsibility I had been carrying for others, the weight I was judged for breaking under.
But from the rubble, I remembered my worth.
It was in that very place Jesus took my hand and said:
“Give it back to them. Stop blaming yourself for what others project onto you.”
Projection, guilt, and blame belong to the sender, you are free. 🦅
The Rubble as Teacher
From the rubble, I also remembered:
No matter how much I carry for others, it will never be enough, because it was never mine to carry.
I cannot and will not ever attempt to save another human from their pain and suffering. For it is through that very threshold we are each initiated:
to evolve in love, or to fall in fear.
This remembrance unfolded first in the microcosm of my home, then reflected back through the macrocosm.
The healing of one becomes the healing of many.
Pruning as a Pathway
There is a name for this process: pruning.
When God prunes us, He removes even good things, friendships, comforts, roles, responsibilities, identities, that no longer serve our eternal purpose. Pruning is painful, but it always precedes fruitfulness.
David himself endured pruning, and though six hundred friends left him, one remained steadfast in covenant love. We are reminded that while some will fall away, God always leaves us with friendships rooted in His truth, designed to walk with us through both desert and harvest.
Heaven as Perspective
Heaven began to rise again from within my home, because it had never left.
It was hidden until I could remember that truth is light, light is love, and by embodying this, all aligns in your favor for your highest good.
Heaven or hell is only one gear shift away,
a pivot in perspective.
That’s how powerful you are.
That’s how much your life matters.
That’s how deeply you impact everything and everyone around you.
🌹 Closing Blessing
I bless you with the right amount of pruning in the right season,
so that nothing unnecessary weighs down your light.
I bless you with friendships that are covenantal,
designed by the Father to walk beside you in both desert and abundance.
I bless you with the courage to release what is not yours to carry,
and the peace to trust that heaven was never lost
it is rising from within you now.
May your truth be your lantern.
May your presence be your prayer.
And may your life become the living proof
that heaven on earth begins here, begins now, begins through you.
✨You Know How to Swim
Posted on August 29, 2025 Leave a Comment
A Silver Lining Transmission for Storm-Walkers and Soul Swimmers
I had a vision.
In the vision, I was drowning
lost in the middle of the ocean,
waves crashing overhead,
struggling to breathe while feeling the weight of it all.
My spirit team was near, watching from a boat not far away.
They weren’t panicking. They weren’t rushing in.
They were cheering me on.
“You can do it!”
I asked for a life raft.
They smiled and replied,
“You’ve got this.”
“REMEMBER!”
So I surrendered.
Not to give up, but to remember.
And in the holy quiet of surrender, I did.
✨ I remembered that I knew how to swim.
✨ I remembered that no one was coming to save me
because I was meant to save myself
through the divine code already written inside of me.
Through sheer will, breath, and belief,
I swam.
And as I reached the boat,
I didn’t feel like a victim of the storm.
I felt like the one who had become the storm,
and remembered she was never separate from the sea.
From the safety of that boat, I saw the truth:
✨ I am the swimmer.
✨ I am the storm.
✨ I am the boat.
✨ I am the ocean.
✨ I am the rainbow.
And all glory for that remembrance goes to God,
for I am just one fragment of the whole.
One soul of many who volunteered to come here,
to feel fully,
to remember deeply,
and to return radiantly.
Had someone thrown me that life raft,
I may have attached my worth to the rescue.
But by not being saved,
I was returned to my own remembrance.
Because there are truths that can only be activated
at the edge of breath.
And it is only through faith
that we access the code of self-rescue
written into our very being.
Faith is the life raft.
God’s will is the current.
And your belief is the oar.
Jesus didn’t come to carry us out of every storm.
He came to remind us we carry Him within us during the storm.
Not to rescue us from the ocean,
but to show us how to walk upon it.
His presence is not a bypass of pain,
but a bridge to remembrance.
When I swim now, I swim with Him in me.
And the peace He walked with, I now carry.
So if you’re in a season of drowning, forgetting, remembering, swimming, floating, becoming…
you’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
And if you ever forget how to swim,
I’ll be here to remind you:
You always knew.
You just forgot.
🌈 The Rainbow After the Storm Is You
We spend so much of life searching for the silver lining.
But if you can’t find it, you can create it.
If you can’t create it, you can become it.
And once you become it, remind the others.
Because the world doesn’t need more saviors.
It needs embodied mirrors,
reflections of wholeness,
strength,
sovereignty,
and peace.
People in a healing season don’t need managing, correcting, or judgment.
They need reminders of their power.
They need witnesses to their worth.
They need someone to say:
“I see you as whole, even now. Especially now.”
So be that for yourself first,
and you will naturally be that for others.
You are not here to drown in this world.
You are here to rise,
to swim,
to become the rainbow that follows the storm.
And now that you know…
✨ You are the silver lining.
🙏 A Prayer of Remembrance
For you, the reader.
For the one in the waves,
For the one whose spirit is remembering:
May you remember that even in your most breathless moments,
your spirit was never lost, only submerged in sacred becoming.
May the storm not scare you into silence,
but sing you into surrender,
where remembrance lives.
May every crashing wave refine you, not define you.
May you swim with faith, and float in grace.
May you know that your peace is proof.
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not too much.
You are not too late.
✨ You are the promise.
✨ You are the prayer fulfilled.
✨ You are the rainbow.
And if you forget,
I will remind you.
💛 A Note of Gratitude
A special thank you to a powerful sister
who, in the midst of one of my storms,
reminded me that I knew how to swim.
Her belief in me, her ability to meet me in my humanity
while still seeing my divinity, was the mirror I didn’t know I needed.
She gave me the gift of reflected strength.
Not by rescuing me,
but by reminding me I was never powerless.
May we all be blessed with mirrors like this.
And may we become them, too.
With love and gratitude,
❤️🔥 Chasity | @djonechain
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