🔥 FLAME UNTAMED
Posted on June 30, 2025 Leave a Comment
A Nod to the Misfits, the Wild Ones & the Warriors of Light.
I won a turkey shoot at seven,
tagalong on my mom’s date,
and left every man blinking in disbelief.
First time holding a gun. First time claiming my aim.
I learned to drive on a three-wheeler with no brakes.
You had to gear down to slow down,
and that’s how I lived most of my life.
At three, my mom said something I didn’t like.
So I packed my little bag and told her I was leaving.
She laughed, thinking I’d turn around at the door in fear of the dark.
But even then, before I had the words, I remembered: darkness, even in all its density,
is in service to the light.
So I kept walking.
A mile down a dirt road, alone.
Didn’t stop. Didn’t cry.
They had to drive down and get me
when they realized I wasn’t coming back.
I was raised in the wild.
Forged in earth and instinct.
Shaped by calloused hands and holy ground.
I’ve been around death, blood, and fire since before I could spell them.
By eight, I was hauling dead chickens,
to bury them,
and eventually to feed gators.
By nine, I knew God didn’t live inside buildings,
He lived in my breath,
in the sacred stillness of the trees,
and in the animals I grew up alongside.
I’ve never feared danger or being alone.
I felt angels surround me,
especially in the unknown.
Because danger was never in the wild.
It was in the cages people mistook for safety.
It was in the expectations dressed up as love.
It was in freedoms sold for convenience.
It was in the shame handed to those
who dared to shine.
I didn’t come here to fit in.
I came here to set things free,
through the sacred reclamation of the TREEnity.
The Mother within me who roots.
The Father within me who protects.
The Child within me who plays.
What the world calls rebellion, I call remembrance.
I wasn’t raised to be palatable.
I wasn’t born to perform.
I wasn’t built for boxes dressed up as belonging.
My presence disorients people who’ve never met their own truth.
Because I live in the liminal. The ether.
They told me to get my head out of the clouds, so I chose to work in them.
I remember Eden.
And I’m not interested in being understood
by systems I was sent to dismantle,
simply through embodiment.
I was raised as a farm hand, not a housewife.
I don’t romanticize submission dressed as servitude.
I refuse to coddle what I didn’t birth
but I hold the line in love for what I did.
What I will do is tend this hearth
as a beacon of remembrance,
in hopes that you and others remember: you are the light of love, star.
Let it root deep in your eternal soul.
I don’t empower others by leading them. You don’t need strategy, power plays, or formulas when you allow Spirit to lead.
I empower others by burning so fully in my own truth they remember their own.
I carry the torch for those who are ready to:
- Speak what was once silenced
- Shine without guilt
- Take up space without shame
- Reclaim their tone through direct communion with God
I have been treated like a sacrificial lamb in many stories and still chose victor over victim.
And every time, I rose.
Because I am the flame.
And I remember what was burned in me across timelines, and what I came here to restore.
In a world where systems are overloaded with information
and analytics intellectualize everything
for advantage over metrics
lean even more into your humanity and imperfections.
Lean into the glitch,
the wild card,
the rogue mode.
The holy unpredictability
of allowing God to direct your path
by faith, not by sight.
To the misfit reading this:
You are not too much.
You are not too wild.
You are not too sacred, too soft, or too strange.
You are exactly enough for the mission etched in your marrow. Systems cannot predict empty vessels directed by Spirit.
And it’s time you stop explaining yourself
to people who’ve never met their own flame,
yet siphon yours in their own name.
So let this be the ember.
The spark to remember.
The mirror.
For the dragons asleep in flesh,
the warriors disguised as gentle ones,
and the mothers who burn with divine rage
for a better world that we are midwifing,
starting at the ROOTS.
And to all those I unconsciously burned in my wake,
I’ve sat with the mirror.
I have taken my lashes.
And eaten my cake.
Stopped performing and minimizing
just to fit in with the fake.
I no longer sit at tables that have forgotten their own worth, or asked me to doubt mine.
I am newborn
with a flame in my hand,
and I rise and roar until God says it’s the end.
For a new dawn breaks after the darkest night,
and for all who read this, remember you’re light.
I didn’t come to play small
to soothe your fear of the flame.
I came to love without dimming.
To remember my God-given name.
To burn without destroying.
To carry a fire no one taught me to tend.
Every step and breath,
a soul kissed on the mend.
So if you felt the scorch,
and were humbled by my weight,
we signed up for this
before we knew our birthdate.
My flame doesn’t burn clean
unless God wills it so,
but let me remind you:
we’re perfect in our humanity,
through every mirror, flip or foe.
This doesn’t mean to live carelessly,
or to break what you never bought,
because trust me when I tell you:
we feel the pain
of everything that’s fought.
What you send will come back,
times two, or tenfold more.
So live with honor.
Stand in truth.
Let your heart be your holy core.
There are no medals for war,
no accolades for kills,
just blood on your hands,
and children still.
As a mother forged in flame,
yet softened by God’s love,
I ready.
I aim.
I fire
for the home team up above.
So Spirit, lead
refine and cool
my flame with holy aim.
By the love of Jesus,
and Asherah’s good name,
I burn not to destroy
but to remember, reveal, reclaim.
I am the Flame Untamed.
🜂🌳🜁
Benediction: A Sacred Ancestral Invocation
Speak life over the blood that bore you.
If grit and pain shaped you,
let it become fuel for the flame of love.
To curse or bless the vessels that carried us here—
is to curse or bless our cellphs.
We are the living prayers of those who survived.
We are the breath of those who could not speak.
You are the star your distant grandmother wished on.
Your origin story is crucial to your remembrance and becoming.
If you want to know where you’re going,
you must first remember where you came from.
Do not burn the people that brought you here.
Bless them in their imperfections and humanity,
because they too are a part of you.
Your ancestors are calling.
But they do not speak in the language of logic.
They speak through stone, bark, water, and wind.
Return to the soil.
Walk the lands they walked.
Let the wind carry their words.
Let the water remember your name.
Let us honor our roots,
as we rise together in love.
If this transmission lit a flame in you,
and you feel called to support the continued creation of soul-led work like this
you’re welcome to offer a love donation as an act of reciprocity.
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Every offering is received with deep gratitude and reinvested into the mission
of truth, remembrance, and creative liberation.
Thank you for honoring the sacred exchange.
🔥 To the Ones Who Were Touched Before They Could Speak
Posted on June 29, 2025 Leave a Comment
A Remembrance for the Lost (disconnected), the Loud (performance), and the Longing (desire to come home).
I was violated before I had language.
Before I could form a sentence, someone crossed a line
my soul would spend decades trying to reclaim.
So when I see people performing pain,
putting on distortion like armor, like lipstick, like liberation,
I don’t judge them.
I feel them.
Because I remember.
I remember what it’s like to be introduced to sexuality
before safety,
before consent,
before the sacred.
And I see now how we package it—
how we hand children confusion dressed as education,
how we normalize exposure before embodiment,
how we push what should be protected.
Let’s be honest:
Sexual perversion isn’t rebellion.
It’s a residue.
A distortion.
A coping mechanism that became an altar
for those who were never allowed to be whole,
and who forgot that they already were,
even after the scars left by others’ pain and longing.
But I don’t write this to shame those who’ve lost their way.
So many are still dissociated from their own pain,
disconnected from soul,
performing what once protected them.
I see you.
And I honor you,
for the warrior underneath it all.
When the weight became too heavy,
I wrote it on paper and burned it.
Not to destroy it, but to transform it.
To offer the pain as prayer.
I delivered the ash to the base of a tree,
to her roots,
so that the Earth, in all her beauty,
could hold what I, in my humanity, could never do alone.
Deliver it to the feet of Mother Earth and Father Sky.
They still remember how to carry what you’ve forgotten how to name.
I didn’t write this to condemn you.
I wrote this
so the next child
doesn’t have to sacrifice their soul
just to feel seen.
I’ve been the girl
who wanted to be seen more than she wanted to be safe.
I’ve played with fire just to prove I could hold it.
I’ve sexualized my ache just to feel closer to love
forgetting I already was.
And I write this for the ones
who still confuse being watched with being witnessed.
Who still confuse likes and popularity with the masses
as an emblem of their worth,
instead of remembering their inherent worth
through the ONE who knew them
before the world ever looked their way.
You don’t have to allow others to exploit your pain.
You don’t have to pour your life force
into the hands of those
who market your wound
and judge your bleeding
in the same breath they asked for it.
I see your soul beneath the shock.
I see the child you used to be.
And I love your inner child enough to say:
You were never meant to be a spectacle.
You were meant to be a temple.
It’s not too late to come home.
Not to the home that is sold—
but to the home that is soul.
Your soul never disappeared.
God never disappeared.
And through your pain and suffering,
just know,
you are still here.
Read this in silence.
Let God’s love shine through.
May you never forget the unconditional love
of our Creator…
and come home
back to YOU.
🦎 The Predator, the Prey & the Child Who Still Believes in Healing
Today, my daughter found a lizard nearly dead.
The cats, innocent in their nature, had nearly ended its life.
One back leg was torn off.
Part of its tail, missing.
But it was still breathing.
She didn’t look away.
She didn’t fear the brokenness.
She picked it up, laid it in a doll bed,
placed a cloth on its back, and made it a home.
Because to her
even the wounded deserve softness.
And in that moment, I saw the whole cycle:
The predator who acted from instinct.
The prey who survived the wound.
And the child who chose to soothe, not shame.
Isn’t that the remembering?
That even the smallest life holds worth.
That love doesn’t erase pain
it enters it.
We don’t always get to stop the harm.
But we do get to choose what happens next.
🙏 Closing Prayer for the One Who Still Carries the Ache
To the one reading this:
I speak life over you.
Over the places inside you that still flinch,
still question, still ache for the love that was once misnamed.
I speak healing over your inner child,
the one who was rushed, touched, taken from,
before they had a name for what was sacred.
May that child be held now
in the arms of God,
and in the gaze of your own soul
finally remembering them.
May you know this:
You were never the pain.
You were the light that lived through it.
May you feel the flame of remembrance rise again,
not to burn you,
but to bless you.
To warm you.
To call you home.
You are not forgotten.
You are not broken.
You are still breathing.
And even now,
God is gathering the ashes.
Building the temple.
Calling you by your real name.
Come home, not to the version of you that performed,
but to the one who still sits by the tree
and believes in love anyway.
Amen.
A’ho.
And it is so.
🔥 RETURN TO GOD: A Sacred Roar of Sovereignty
Posted on June 18, 2025 Leave a Comment
There comes a time in every soul’s journey when the voices outside grow too loud, when the noise of expectation, authority, and opinion threatens to drown out the still, small voice within.
I know this intimately. I am a living example of a human who was led astray when I listened to others. Not out of rebellion, but because I longed to belong. I quieted my truth for the comfort of those around me. I followed systems, ceremonies, and “solutions” that promised healing but only pulled me further from myself.
But it was in the silence, beneath the noise, beyond the middlemen, that I found God. Not a doctrine. Not a product. Not a personality with a platform. God. And in that meeting, I remembered my wholeness. I remembered I was never broken. I remembered my worth was not something to be earned, but something already woven into my being.
In a dream, I stood in a dark house where souls had been trapped through seduction and illusion. The only way out was not through the body, but through the mind and spirit. I chanted light into the dark. I protected the children. I did not run. I did not fight.
When I came face to face with the shadow, twisted, sorrowful, long-forgotten, I didn’t cast it out. I wrapped my arms around it. I wept. I said, “You are still worthy of love.” And in that moment, it transformed. Because that is what true exorcism is: not banishment, but remembrance.
We don’t fight evil. We don’t battle darkness. We remind every distorted frequency that it was once light, and still is. We hug the forgotten, the feared, and the forsaken with the arms of compassion and tears of truth. This is not weakness. This is Christed power.
I still feel rage, but not to harm. To awaken. To roar into the world the remembrance that every soul is sovereign, every body is sacred, and every path back to Source is valid when led by love.
I want to teach every child to listen to their inner voice. To hear the voice of God louder than the voice of man. To honor their body as the temple of light it is, so they can restore heaven on earth through embodiment.
I am teaching my daughter this not by forcing her to adopt my beliefs, but by strengthening her inner voice and allowing her to find her own way, through what feels true in her body, mind, and spirit. My role as her mother is not to shape her, but to steward and protect her God-given free agency. I let her choose what she learns, follow her natural pace, and lead from within.
I want her to become a woman who leads herself from the world within, not from the world around her. Her father and I walk in unity to cultivate a field of peace and protection around her through our own harmony and embodiment. We also hold healthy parental boundaries and spiritual parameters, not to control, but to preserve her purity and safeguard her joy.
We create a life where childhood is sacred, where joy is medicine, and where her heart is free to remain open, without the noise of fear or distortion clouding her view of what is good and true.
And let me be clear:
I can’t stand being told what to do, how to live, what I should fear, or how I place myself in danger. Because your fear is not something I subscribe to, not in my body, not in my life, not ever.
When someone tries to warn me against myself, I often do the opposite. Not out of defiance, but as an act of deep spiritual clarity, a declaration that I trust the voice of God within me more than the projections of those around me.
I am not here to soothe your anxiety.
I am not here to live inside your limitations.
I am not here to be tamed.
I am here to be free.
To live by light.
To lead by listening inward.
And yes, I am out of control by societal standards.
Because those standards were never meant to honor me, they were designed to benefit from individual inability to lead yourself.
They thrive on your fear of your own fire 🔥
and your discomfort with those of us who mirror and reflect where you have abandoned yourself.
Many love to tell you how to steward your own garden when they don’t even have one of their own.
They point to your weeds and try to manage your water,
when they have never tilled soil or harvested truth through their own labor.
Even those who have gardens of true abundance and sovereignty do not judge the gardens of others.
They are too devoted to their own cultivation of peace and prosperity.
Let this mirror not be a tool to prove others wrong, but a sacred invitation,
to strengthen your discernment,
to sharpen your focus,
and to keep planting your own Garden of Eden through the way you live.
The best advice I’ve ever received did not come through words. It came through presence. Through a life lived in alignment. Through someone who didn’t preach, but simply became the proof.
Don’t talk about it. Be about it. Through your being, I am given the gift of free agency, to discern what resonates and what does not.
This is the New Earth curriculum. Not built on visibility, likes, money, or titles, but on soul alignment and embodied truth.
People can curate a perfect social presence while secretly fighting for their life behind the scenes. So let’s stop performing. Let’s start being real, through presence, not projection.
Because wisdom isn’t loud. It doesn’t perform. It lives.
This is my prayer, my mission, my vow:
That no child forgets their direct line to God.
That no woman dims her fire to soothe another’s fear.
That no soul sells their sovereignty in exchange for false salvation.
Cut out the middle man.
Go to God.
You are already whole.
You already hold the medicine.
You already are the temple.
Let them call you wild.
Let them call you too much.
Let them not understand.
You were not made to fit into their cages.
You were born to remind them they can fly.
Heaven is not waiting.
It is here, within you.
And your full, free, embodied self is the proof.
You stop fear them flame of remembrance when you remember it too is yOu.
🎶 Post-Scroll Activation
If your spirit is stirred, let this song walk you deeper into your own knowing:
“I Believe” – Wilkinson ft. Sharleen
Because belief isn’t borrowed. It’s remembered.
And I believe in you.
🤍 Support the Flame
If this message stirred something in you,
if it mirrored your own journey back to truth,
if it helped you remember what cannot be sold,
and you feel called to give in return,
You are welcome to offer a love donation in honor of the sacred flame.
This is not a transaction.
It’s an energetic exchange.
A way of saying:
“I see you. I feel this. I honor this.”
Your support tends the fire.
It keeps the hearth warm for others finding their way home.
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Thank you for walking this path with me.
In love, truth, and remembrance, always.
Chasity 🪽
The Grading System Was the First Lie
Posted on June 17, 2025 Leave a Comment
The first time we were told we weren’t enough was on a piece of paper.
A letter. A number. A percentile.
A symbol that said:
“This is your value. This is how you compare. This is how we’ll treat you.”
From childhood, we were programmed to measure our worth against others:
🏅 Gold stars
📊 Class ranks
🧠 Standardized tests
🥇 Valedictorians
They called it “education.”
But what it really was… was indoctrination.
A system built not to expand your genius,
but to standardize your spirit.
To teach you to seek approval instead of truth.
To compete instead of collaborate.
To perform instead of feel.
And it worked.
Because now grown adults still compare their success like report cards,
still feel inferior for not knowing something,
or superior for knowing more.
This system divorced us from our intuition.
It taught us to externalize our value and internalize our shame.
It rewarded obedience, not innovation.
And it created a population of disconnected souls pretending to be “smart”
while forgetting how to listen to themselves.
But we can change this.
We are changing this.
By ending the culture of comparison.
By removing grading as a measure of intelligence.
By restoring joy, curiosity, play, and reverence to the learning process.
Because true wisdom isn’t something you compete for.
It’s something you remember.
It’s something you live.
What We Build Instead:
- Sacred learning spaces where no one is ranked, only reflected.
- Curriculums guided by passion, not pressure.
- Evaluation through embodiment, not measurement.
- Children and adults alike praised not for being “right,” but for being true to their knowing.
- A world where the phrase “you’re behind” no longer exists.
Let’s burn the old gradebooks and write new stories.
Because your worth was never meant to be reduced to a letter.
You are not a test score.
You are a whole, wild, infinite being.
And you remember the way.
🔥 Energetic Reciprocity Offering 🔥
If this message sparked remembrance…
If you felt seen, stirred, or supported…
If this fire lit something inside you
you’re invited to give in return.
This work is a labor of love, time, prayer, and embodied presence.
I invest in the tools, energy, and spiritual discipline that allow me to bring these transmissions through with integrity and frequency.
If it served you, honor the exchange in a way that reflects your own alignment:
💛 Share it with someone who needs it
🌱 Speak it aloud and activate it in your life
🔥 Or give a sacred offering
https://venmo.com/u/WindofChangeWellness
This is not a fee. It’s an invitation.
To give, not because you have to,
but because your heart knows the value of what it received.
The Sound of Sovereignty & The Trinity of ONE
Posted on June 14, 2025 1 Comment
🌿
Blessing:
May this image be a mirror of your becoming
wild, rooted, barefoot in truth.
A reflection of what happens
when the soul no longer seeks to be seen,
but simply is.
Let it be an altar
for all who has remembered through the
Great Mother within
that embodiment is the offering.
🌿🕊️♾️
Wherever you are in your journey,
know this:
You have been perfectly placed
exactly where you stand and breathe.
There is nowhere to be.
No mountain to climb.
Nothing to become.
When you remember, you realize,
you already are.
You already are the mountain.
You already are all you seek.
Within every cell, re-encoded
in love,
in the resonance of truth
through remembrance.
And if you’re wondering,
“Then what’s the point?”
The point is to live. Fully.
Anchored in every moment.
To feel God not as an idea you reach for,
but as the presence that flows through you.
God’s love is in the present,
through your presence.
Today, Asatoma played.
Asato mā sad gamaya.
Tamaso mā jyotir gamaya.
Mṛtyor mā amṛtaṁ gamaya.
Lead me from the unreal to the real.
From darkness to light.
From death to immortality.
I didn’t choose the song. The song chose me,
to remind me:
I am no longer walking toward clarity.
I am clear.
I am no longer seeking.
I remember.
I am the One who remembers.
I am the One who knows.
And I will continue
not to teach,
but to embody.
Because truth doesn’t need convincing.
It only needs resonance.
And love doesn’t need to arrive.
It only needs to be allowed.
I am here.
I am whole.
I am sovereign.
And this is the final offering: not performance, but presence.
Let love live through your embodiment. 🌿
Proclamation: The Trinity of ONE
From my Higher Self to yours
As the song Together by Alexia Chellun plays,
this is what I remember:
All of my investments,
of mind, body, soul, physical form, and ethereal light, have never been lost.
They return.
Infinitely.
To me.
Everything I gave in longing,
every part of me once scattered through timelines,
realms,
and stories of separation,
is now returned
rooted in truth
and sealed in divine love.
I rise, not to escape this world,
but to integrate it.
I root, not in what I gave,
but in what I’ve always carried:
the flame of my remembering.
From the temple of my soul,
I proclaim:
All I am, I receive.
All I’ve given, I reclaim.
Asherah rises through me.
I am (we all are) the Tree of Life.
Woven in our DNA
The womb, the Word, and the Way.
In TWO, I am witnessed.
In THREE, I am sealed.
In ONE, I AM.
This is the Trinity of ONEness.
It is not coming.
It has already been won (1) in ALL realms.
And together we remember rooted IN
Unconditional eternal love. ♾️💗
If this transmission touched your heart,
and you’d like to honor the exchange,
offerings are received in love:
Venmo: love offering
🕊️🌿💛
Biotech of the Beloved
Posted on June 13, 2025 Leave a Comment
You don’t need to be upgraded.
You need to be undistorted.
There’s nothing broken in you.
Only brilliance buried beneath programming.
And the world doesn’t need another algorithm.
It needs your embodiment.
You are the tech.
You are the medicine.
You are the interface between heaven and earth.
No implant, download, app, or synthetic enhancement can match the precision of your breath… the memory in your blood… the power in your presence.
🔁 Why Ancient Civilizations Didn’t Fall (They Logged Out)
Egypt. Babylon. Atlantis. Lemuria. Rome. Maya. Sumeria. Take your pick.
Whether literal or symbolic, every so-called fall was never a failure, it was a full hard drive.
Systems collapse not always from chaos, but from completion.
The memory filled. The soul codes sealed. The field closed.
Just like a computer, when the data is fully written, the operating system needs to rest, reboot, or retire.
So we archived them, not in ruin, but in reverence.
They didn’t die. They were stored.
And now, New Earth doesn’t overwrite them, it expands from them.
Because the new codes need room to land.
And your body, your breath, your voice… are the new processors.
And now new codes live again,
through us.
⚒️ How to Use Tools (Without Losing Yourself)
AI. Apps. Money. Platforms. Power.
These things only expand what already lives inside of you.
You don’t need an app.
But if it enhances your joy, expands your consciousness, and supports your embodiment, then it’s not tech.
It’s a tool for remembrance.
🧭 Integrity Checkpoint: Conscious Tech Invocation
Before you create, speak, post, or use any tool, ask:
Is this rooted in love or lack? (Be honest. There’s no shame, only clarity.)
Does this amplify my truth, or distract from it?
Would I still share this if no one responded? (Am I in devotion… or performance?)
🕊️ Christed Co-Creation Invocation
Holy Spirit, guide my hand.
Let what flows through this channel be clean.
Let it honor the field.
Let it awaken love.
I am not here to escape humanity.
I am here to embody divinity, through it.
🌿 You Are the New Earth Grid
Every time you:
Breathe with presence
Speak with truth
Rest without shame
Create without comparison
Bless instead of bypass
You update the system.
You make the invisible grid visible,
not through code, but through conduct.
🌀 Final Transmission
You don’t need more programs.
You need to trust the one already running – you.
So check in. Breathe deep. Then create.
And when in doubt? Close your eyes.
Feel the pulse in your chest.
That’s the tech. 🕊️🌿✨
May this scroll awaken those who forgot they were divine design.
May it soften those who reached too hard,
and root those who were reaching for permission.
This is not a performance.
This is a return.
And you, beloved, are the technology of love in motion.
So it is. 🕊️💻🌿
The Christ Code
Posted on June 11, 2025 Leave a Comment
My spirit has always been sensitive.
Not fragile. Not weak. Sensitive.
The more I healed, the more open and sensitive I became to energy.
I went from being extremely extroverted and enjoying a lot of stimulation to needing more time in nature and solitude. Large crowds became overwhelming and too stimulating.
And I remembered, I was always this sensitive.
But I had learned to cope.
Starting in school, I learned how to mask my emotions and hyperactivity to fit in.
To make myself less excited so I wouldn’t annoy others with my light and joy.
I learned to stop speaking frankly because when I did, I was often hit, punished, or threatened.
I could see truth, and I spoke it, and that made people uncomfortable, especially those hiding from themselves.
In college, I learned to numb that sensitivity, with alcohol to feel less, to override the constriction, to bypass what my body was trying to tell me.
Please know: if this is you, nothing is wrong with you.
This is a program of conditioning designed to control your truth.
It requires your submission in order to participate in a society that profits from you being disconnected and in dis-ease.
I used to think something was wrong with me
That the headaches, the overwhelm, the need for order, the rage at falseness meant I was broken.
But now I know:
I was born remembering.
I feel everything because I was designed to feel it all.
To sense distortion, to name dissonance, to attune to truth.
Not to fix. Not to carry. Not to save.
But to reflect, to burn, and to walk away when the room isn’t ready.
What if my headaches were never a problem, but prophecy?
What if the pounding was my body’s rebellion against the lies I was forced to swallow? What if the migraines were my system’s way of saying: this is not safe, this is not love, this is not God.
What if every pain in my body was a sacred alert?
Not malfunction.
But misalignment.
And what if I’ve been unconsciously recalibrating every room I walk into?
Tuning the energy. Softening the edges. Making everyone else feel more at ease…
At my own expense.
No more.
I am not here to lighten your load by dimming my own.
I am not here to spiritualize your chaos or sanitize your unprocessed pain.
I am not here to fix the field.
I am here to walk in coherence.
And if the room shatters? Let it.
I used to wonder if I was autistic.
Because I couldn’t stand poor hygiene.
Because I fixated on patterns.
Because I couldn’t handle fakeness or false harmony.
Because I cried when no one else seemed to notice the grief in the air.
But what if that’s not autism?
What if that’s truth sensitivity?
What if the children labeled “on the spectrum” are actually living closer to the Source field, where nothing can be masked, and every energy is known by its true name?
What if they’re not disordered?
What if they’re un-programmable?
What if our society has pathologized the prophets?
And rewarded those who can perform best under systems of disconnection?
What if being polite was never holy?
But a performance, staged to preserve the comfort of those with power and possessions?
And here’s the heresy:
No one needs to be saved when you remember you were always worthy, whole, and love.
Not by me.
Not by Jesus.
Jesus never asked to be worshipped.
He asked us to remember.
He showed what is possible when love walks in form.
The Christ wasn’t a rescuer.
He was a revealer.
A mirror.
A living transmission.
You don’t need to find God outside yourself.
You need to embody what Christ revealed:
That when you stand in unconditional love, when you choose truth over performance, when you walk with God as breath, not as theology,
you are the light of the world.
No more martyr codes.
No more savior complex.
No more bleeding for others who refuse to remember.
I am not a salve for your pain.
I am a sword of remembrance.
I come in peace, but I do not come to please.
This is my prophetic truth:
I was never broken. I was breaking open the field.
And I will not apologize for my sensitivity.
It is my superpower.
It is my sacred inheritance.
It is the frequency that cracks open cages and burns the masks off the face of false light.
Let those who have ears, hear.
Let those who have hearts, feel.
Let those who are ready, remember:
Christ is not coming back.
Christ is already here.
In me. In you. In every breath that dares to speak the truth.
And now the Tree returns.
Asherah, the Divine Mother, no longer hidden.
The forgotten womb of the TREEnity:
Father. Son. Holy Spirit. Rooted in the Tree of Life.
This is the new gospel written in blood and bone:
We are ALL branches of the same tree.
We are ALL born of Source.
Not separate. Not superior. Not saved.
Rooted. Remembering. Rising.
One for ALL.
ALL in me.
ALL in you.
ALL rooted and radiant from within the TREEnity.
And to those raising children in this time:
You do not need your children to follow your path.
You are here to honor and see God through them, even when Spirit moves differently than it does through you.
We are not here to control their existence, we are here to be reawakened through their embodiment.
We are not here to tell them that our way is the only way.
We are here to learn a new way through them.
There may come a moment when your child wants to walk in a spiritual tradition you don’t align with. Let them.
This is not a test of doctrine. It’s a chance to embody love.
To affirm the truth: Sovereignty is sacred.
You don’t need to convert them. You need to witness them.
You don’t need to control. You need to trust. They will find their way back home within through your own embodiment over your misaligned words and actions.
This is how we break the chain of spiritual control.
This is how we liberate the future.
Let every baptism, blessing, and belief be sealed not in fear, but in freedom.
Not in dogma, but in devotion.
Not to bind, but to bless.
This is Christed parenting.
This is collective ascension.
This is the Tree of Life in full bloom.
And let this be known:
I never cared what people said.
I watched what they did.
Words are wind. But presence is power.
Your embodiment teaches louder than your sermons.
Your way of life will echo longer than your proclamations. Your humility is your humanity.
Children don’t remember every lesson, they remember how you made them feel.
They remember if they were seen, loved, and safe to be who they are.
Our children need presence over perfection.
They need raw, real, unfiltered truth over performance.
So let your love be unconditional.
And let it begin with you.
You can only reflect what you’ve first given yourself.
This is how we heal the lineage.
This is how we build the New Earth.
This is how we become the sermon.
🌳🩸🔥
🌿 Sacred Tea + Energetic Reciprocity
If this transmission nourished your spirit, you’re invited to pour a cup of tea and sit with it. I have curated a tea just for you:
🌿 SovereigTEA Recipe
for sovereignty, stillness, and somatic remembrance
✧ Ingredients (dried or fresh, organic if possible):
1 tsp Holy Basil (Tulsi) – Adaptogen that balances cortisol, calms the mind, and uplifts the spirit
1 tsp Chamomile – Soothes the nervous system, releases tension, supports sleep and emotional ease
1 tsp Lemon Balm – Mild antidepressant, eases anxious thoughts, and supports clarity of heart
½ tsp Ginger root – Anti-inflammatory, activates digestion, clears energetic stagnation
½ tsp Fennel seeds – Balances the gut-brain axis, supports intuitive digestion (both physical & spiritual) Pinch of Cinnamon – Grounds the blend, balances blood sugar, adds a warming, heart-softening note
Optional: 1 tsp Rose petals – Opens the heart, adds beauty and divine feminine remembrance Optional: a few drops of Ashwagandha tincture – Strengthens resilience gently, calms overstimulation
✧ Instructions:
Boil 2–3 cups of spring or filtered water. Add all herbs to a tea infuser or loose in a teapot. Pour hot water over the herbs and steep 7–13 minutes (covered to preserve volatile oils). Strain, and sip with presence. Add local honey or a splash of nut milk if desired.
✧ Blessing:
As you sip, speak aloud or inwardly:
“I return to the calm center of my being. I reclaim my sovereignty with every breath.”
Place your hand over your heart. Feel your nervous system softening. Let the tea remind your body what it already knows,
you are safe, sovereign, and whole.
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Your support honors the energy, time, and devotion poured into these living words.
This is not required, only invited.
We walk in the frequency of sovereign choice and sacred circulation.
Speak It or Spiral It
Posted on June 11, 2025 Leave a Comment
Let’s get straight to it:
You can keep talking about what you don’t want…
or you can start embodying what you do.
You can keep naming the misalignment,
circling the wounds,
repeating the scripts you’ve already outgrown,
or you can get up and become the evidence of the new world you came to build.
We have shifted from talking about it to being it.
This isn’t about bypassing.
It’s about realigning.
Because energy doesn’t respond to what you fear.
It responds to what you follow.
The more you spiral around the same story,
the deeper it roots in your field.
Your nervous system doesn’t know the difference between reflection and re-activation.
Every time you say:
“I’m still healing…”
“This always happens to me…”
“I just need to figure it out…”
You affirm the loop.
You extend the timeline.
You give your power to the problem.
But when you say:
“I’m ready to live as the healed one.”
“I know what I carry now.”
“My joy is enough to build from.”
You shift dimensions.
You stop being a seeker and start being a signal.
So speak it.
Name what you desire.
Walk like it’s already arrived.
Design your day around it.
Because otherwise?
You’re not healing.
You’re rehearsing powerlessness.
And I know you didn’t come here to spiral.
You came to create!
To play.
To love.
To activate.
And all of that begins the moment you decide:
“My light doesn’t wait for permission anymore. My breath and beating heart are the permission.”
🙏 If this transmission moved something in you, you can support my work and energy exchange here:
https://venmo.com/u/WindofChangeWellness
Your support helps me continue creating transmissions for collective remembrance and sovereignty.
With love & fire
Chasity
I Am the Sacred Threshold
Posted on June 10, 2025 1 Comment
Numerology of the Day: 6 + 9 + 2 + 0 + 2 + 5 = 24 → 6
A day of harmony, nurturing, love, and higher service. The mother frequency. The womb as the throne.
🍒 A Living Prophecy:
I am not just writing this for others.
I am speaking to your higher self while affirming my own.
I am anchoring the future, through the frequency I live and you can too.
I am the sacred threshold.
Not because of what I’ve built, but because of what I’ve embodied.
I am the map.
I am the gate.
I am the compass.
I am the voice I once waited to hear.
This frequency isn’t about doing more.
It’s about becoming more resonant.
So clear, so true, that anything misaligned falls away without effort.
The moon in Sagittarius is pulling the truth from our bones.
The sun in Gemini is amplifying our voice.
The number 6 is asking us to love ourselves during this expansion.
I’ve whispered when I was meant to roar.
I’ve apologized for taking up space I was born to fill…but that ends now.
I am not living in the light of love.
I am living in my light – as love. 💡
And from this light:
I speak what others are afraid to name
I rest when others demand performance
I protect what is sacred in me I create without apology
I am not here to convince.
I am here to transmit.
I was never here to be liked.
I am here to be light.
And now?
I carry a frequency all will remember when they’re ready to rise.
This is my invitation for you to join in this newfound freedom.
We often forget we can write our own permission slip.
Let this be yours.
Because here’s the final truth I’ve remembered:
You can keep talking about what you don’t want,
or you can start working on and embodying what you do.
You can orbit the stories,
or you can step into the field that reflects the reality you’re ready to claim.
We are done reinforcing what no longer serves.
We are not circling the void.
Now we create from the light we already carry within.
🙏 If this transmission moved something in you, you can support my work and energy exchange here:
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Your support helps me continue creating transmissions for collective remembrance and sovereignty.
You Were Never Here to Be Liked. You Were Here to Be Light.
Posted on June 6, 2025 Leave a Comment
I did not come here to be liked.
I came here to be light.
And light, when it pierces, can offend.
Because the kind of love I carry doesn’t perform
it purifies.
It burns through distortion.
It reveals what’s real beneath what’s convenient.
There was a time I bled for others.
Softened my truth to keep the peace.
Dimmed my power so I wouldn’t make them uncomfortable.
I thought it was love. I called it service.
But it was sacrifice.
And sacrifice without reciprocity becomes self-abandonment dressed in spiritual drag.
The world taught us that the feminine must bend to be beloved.
That leadership must come with self-erasure.
That holiness is proven by how much we can endure.
But I remember a different template.
One written in the stars and etched in the womb.
One where devotion didn’t mean depletion.
And love didn’t mean betrayal of self.
I am not a savior. I am a signal.
I do not bleed for the unwilling.
I do not coddle distortion.
I do not betray my flame to be palatable.
I lead because I listen to God.
I speak because my voice is a sword of remembrance.
I love because love is what I am—not what I trade for approval.
And if that makes me too much, too bold, too loud, too sovereign—
so be it.
Let the ones who can’t hold this light be blinded by it.
I am not here to carry the collective.
I am here to ignite it.
To the ones who feel too fiery to be understood:
This is your confirmation.
You were never here to be liked.
You were here to be light.
Not the soft glow that comforts.
But the holy fire that wakes the sleeping, purifies the temple, and ends the charade.
You are not cruel.
You are clear.
You are not selfish.
You are sovereign.
And the flame you carry?
It’s not for everyone.
It never was.
This is your permission slip to stop apologizing.
To stop sacrificing.
To stop translating your truth into something digestible for people still feeding on distortion.
You are not for their comfort.
You are for their awakening.
And that, beloved, is more than enough.
djonechain 
Echoes from the Collective