There Is No Enemy: Ending the Doctrine of War in the Name of God
Posted on June 4, 2025 Leave a Comment
The greatest lie ever told is that we are at war.
The wars we fight are not for the good of all, they are curated for the bottom line. To feed bottom feeders who need blood 🩸 and bodies to fuel their fumes that generate their wealth.
That there is a devil to be fought.
Archons to be defeated.
A matrix to escape.
An enemy at the gates.
But the truth is simpler and more sovereign than we’ve been led to believe:
There is no enemy.
There is only remembrance.
And until we remember, the systems of the old will continue to feed on the fear of the disconnected and the sleepwalkers.
For centuries, spiritual systems have tried to help us make sense of suffering and separation. They gave us symbols: Satan. Archons. Lower realms. Fallen angels. They tried to explain what happens when a divine being forgets its own light.
But over time, these metaphors hardened into dogma. And dogma became division. And division became fear.
Gnostics taught of Archons – cosmic jailers said to hijack the mind and obscure the soul.
Christians framed life as a moral war between God and the Devil.
Both point toward the same core ache: the pain of forgetting where we come from.
But both ultimately externalize the distortion turning the journey of self-gnosis into a battlefield rather than a reunion.
The Blood Economy of War: A Collective Reflection
The wars we fight, on battlefields, in families, within faiths, are not designed for liberation.
They are curated economies.
Crafted simulations.
Pre-approved crises that funnel human life into fuel.
The collective has been entrained to believe in righteous war.
Holy war.
War as justice.
War as security.
War as evolution.
But war has always served one primary god: profit.
Behind the banners of freedom are contracts.
Behind the cries for justice are corporations.
Behind the flags are fossil fuels, body bags, and stocks that rise on death.
Who profits from war?
Arms dealers. Energy giants. Tech monopolies. Media conglomerates who sell suffering as spectacle. Pharmaceutical overlords who monetize the trauma that follows. Religious institutions that prey on fear to assert moral authority.
And at the bottom, those who feed on it all, not just metaphorically, but energetically.
Yes, there are entities, conscious or unconscious, who feed on disembodiment.
Who grow stronger every time a soul forgets they were never born to be a soldier in someone else’s scheme.
Blood as Commodity
Human blood has become a currency.
Not just through literal sacrifice in war zones, but through the psychic bleeding of the masses:
Burnout.
Betrayal.
Poverty wages.
Systemic oppression.
Medical coercion.
Manipulated consent.
These are all forms of bloodletting, slowly siphoning life-force from the disconnected to power the machinery of empire.
What You Are Remembering
You are remembering that no external war will save us.
Because the war is the illusion.
And the illusion is the cage.
You are remembering that peace is not passive, it is the most radical frequency of reclamation.
You are remembering that sovereignty is not a slogan.
It is a soul contract to exit the simulation entirely.
Collectively, We Are Now:
Dismantling the myth of moral war
Witnessing the crumbling of systems that thrived on suffering
Facing our complicity, and our liberation, in equal measure
Learning how to no longer feed the beast with our belief
Because what we stop feeding dies.
And what we embody becomes the new law.
The Danger of Literalizing Metaphors
Yes, there are energies that pull us into amnesia. Yes, there are collective patterns of inversion, distortion, and disembodiment. But these are not “evil forces” with sovereignty over us. They are echoes of our own disconnection.
The Archons are not entities to be slain. They are programs to be deactivated.
The Devil is not a being to be feared. He is the disowned shadow we were taught to hate.
Every time we declare war on the dark, we reinforce the very matrix we seek to transcend.
And every time we believe we must earn our way back to God, we deny the truth that we never left.
Beyond Duality: The Christed Way
To walk in Christed remembrance is not to defeat darkness.
It is to transcend the paradigm of war entirely.
There is no war. There is only a return.
There is no ruler. There is only rhythm.
There is no punishment. There is only feedback.
This is the Christ Light most never meet, not the one weaponized by religion or distorted by savior complexes, but the one that radiates inward, revealing unity beneath all division.
I am not here to fight evil.
I am here to stop feeding it.
I am not here to escape the matrix.
I am here to remember I was never trapped.
I am not here to choose sides.
I am here to dissolve the illusion that sides exist.
A Theology of Remembrance
You are not a soldier in a war. You are a bridge in a divided field.
You are not a chosen one in the way you’ve been told.
You are chosen because you chose to be here now.
And if you’re reading this, it means you’re ready.
Ready to live, love, and lead in a new way.
One not ruled by fear or war, but by remembrance.
You are not here to be saved. You are here to embody the memory of what can never be taken.
The next paradigm won’t be led by fear of the dark.
It will be led by those who have sat in it long enough to recognize themselves.
Let this be the soft revolution:
No more enemies. No more wars. No more saviors.
Only remembrance.
Only resonance.
Only the return.
And in that, we are free.
Rage as Fuel: Returning to the Garden of Self
Posted on May 28, 2025 Leave a Comment
This is for the women reclaiming their voice after lifetimes of silence, may these words not retraumatize, but transmute.
Many of our mothers were born into environments that lacked safety, homes shaped by control, fear, or abuse. They made choices from those unhealed spaces. Not because they didn’t love us, but because they didn’t have the tools, the self-awareness, or the level of consciousness we have access to now.
Some become the monsters they once faced. But some, some transform them with love. It’s never too late to transform with love.
This is how the cycle continues, until someone chooses to break it with love over fear.
Let us be the ones.
Let us turn blame into blessing.
Let our stories become scrolls, gifting wisdom coded in love.
Let this be the map that guides us from victim to victor.
Most women were taught to caretake before they knew how to connect to self, identify their needs, or if they were even allowed to express them.
They accommodate others at their own expense.
They learn to mask their emotions to avoid punishment, to stay safe, to survive.
For many, this began before memory could fully form.
Violations of body, boundaries, and trust, some as early as 3 years old.
Most women don’t speak about what happened.
They smile to cover tears.
They perform to keep the peace.
They live on autopilot, still operating in a subconscious state of survival.
But survival is not your final form.
This isn’t your fault.
And now, it becomes your power.
If you once escaped into silence, into stillness, into daydreams of not existing…
That was your spirit protecting what was sacred.
And now?
Now you return.
Not to who you were told to be.
But to who you’ve always been.
You don’t need to be perfect to begin.
You just need to choose to come home to yourself. Your inner child is waiting.
This is your path back to wholeness:
1. Regulate
Nature is your friend. Let Her hold you.
Walk barefoot. Breathe with the trees. Soak in the sun.
These are not luxuries, they are lifelines.
Use grounding techniques to reset your vagal nervous system.
Let your body feel safe enough to begin again.
2. Identify
Your boundaries begin where your anger arises.
That irritation? That frustration? Sacred intel.
It tells you a need is unmet, a line crossed.
Honor your capacity.
It’s not weakness to leave what harms you.
It’s wisdom.
3. Communicate
You were taught to be palatable.
To perform. To please.
But you weren’t born to be digestible.
You were born to be powerful.
Speak, even if your voice shakes.
Even if it’s messy. Especially if it’s real.
Sovereignty is saying what’s true and letting others rise or fall away.
4. Create
You get to design the world your inner child never had.
I chose a kind, soft-spoken man to father my daughter
because that’s what my little girl needed.
Now, witnessing them together heals something deep in me.
That’s quantum healing.
Even witnessing what you once needed can rewrite the story.
5. Embody
You don’t need to do more to be worthy.
You need to remember who you are.
Hold your inner child’s hand.
Love her until the shadows melt back into light.
For me, Christ is my center, my stillness.
Through every storm, He is my root.
And here’s the truth they rarely say aloud:
Rage is real.
It’s not a mask. It’s not a flaw.
It’s the fire that rises when truth has been silenced too long.
We were punished for expressing it.
Taught to smile through betrayal.
But rage is not dysfunction.
It is honest.
It is holy.
When harnessed with love, rage becomes fuel.
It burns away the lie that you ever had to shrink to be safe.
It becomes the power that births your new becoming.
It grows gardens from ash.
Your pain is not your identity.
It is your initiation.
It is the spark that forges you into something whole.
You are not too much.
You are ready.
You don’t need to be saved.
You just need to remember:
You are the one you were waiting for.
✨ Most Helpful Practices for Healing Trauma (Spirit-Led & Embodied)
Here are soul-rooted, nervous-system-aligned steps you can integrate or share with others walking the healing path:
1. Daily Grounding with Nature
Touch the Earth. Breathe with trees. Watch the clouds move.
Nature regulates the vagus nerve and reminds your body it’s safe to live here again.
2. Breathwork + Vocal Toning
Slow exhales. Humming. Lion’s breath. Sound clears stuck energy and reawakens your voice.
3. Mirror Work with the Inner Child
Look into your own eyes and say: “I see you. I’m not leaving you. You are safe with me.”
This creates repair in real time.
4. Rage Rituals (Sacred Anger Expression)
Scream into a pillow, primal dance, write the truth unfiltered.
Rage becomes fuel when given a conscious outlet.
5. Nervous System Repatterning (Polyvagal-Based)
Use gentle stimulation tools like cold water on the face, vagus nerve massage, or the butterfly hug.
These calm trauma responses at the root level.
6. Spiritual Anchoring (Prayer, Christ, or Soul Guides)
Choose a still point—Christ, Gaia, Higher Self, Ancestors—something unshakable.
Let this presence be your mirror of truth when distortions arise.
7. Rewrite the Story (Conscious Reparenting)
What did you need and never receive?
Create it now through actions, affirmations, and loving self-boundaries.
This reprograms your entire field.
I repurpose and channel my fire into writing, movement, or prayer, transforming it into a force for healing and creation.
It no longer consumes. It clarifies.
It does not scream. It strikes the match of discernment.
And I bless the part of me that once burned through fear instead of love
She led me back home to the flame within.
And now, I carry that fire with grace.
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The Sacred Fail Safe: Christ and the Return to Love
Posted on May 23, 2025 Leave a Comment
There is a fail safe encoded into all life, a divine intelligence woven into the fabric of creation. It is not an external rescue plan, but an organic response system, alive in the field, built to remediate imbalance and restore harmony. It works through the body, the Earth, the breath, and even the fire of collapse. When systems fall out of alignment, the fail safe activates, not always gently, but always faithfully.
This intelligence is not random. It is Love, remembering itself.
We see it in the body: how fever rises to burn what does not belong. We see it in nature: how wildfire makes space for new growth. And we see it in humanity: how disruption, conflict, even war, exposes the fractures that have been long denied.
But so often, we rush to exile the discomfort. We demonize the virus. We reject the person with different beliefs. We cast out the darkness before asking what part of ourselves it came to mirror. In doing so, we risk removing the very force designed to activate our return to balance.
This is the deeper meaning of the fail safe: it is the baptism by the Holy Spirit. All that enters the field of divine presence will either be transformed by Love or revealed as unwilling to transform. This baptism is not symbolic, it is fire. It is truth. It is the holy presence that refines all things back into alignment. It does not condemn; it confronts. It does not punish; it purifies. What cannot stand in truth will fall away, and what is ready will rise through grace.
Even in exorcism.
Exorcism is not a war against evil. It is a sacred confrontation between the part of a soul that forgot it was love, and the presence of Love reminding it of the truth. The energy being cast out is not inherently wicked, it is estranged. It could not remain, not because it was unloved, but because it was unable to receive love.
This is why Christ says: “Depart from me, for I never knew you.”
It was not condemnation. It was recognition. That which refuses to be known as Love cannot remain in the field of Love.
To be recognized by Christ is to have recognized oneself as divine, to have remembered the sacred origin within, not through ego, but through surrender.
This teaching is not to glorify spiritual attack, but to illuminate the reality that not all distortion is internal. Some energies, whether ancestral, disembodied, or parasitic, enter by unconscious agreement or spiritual trauma. Exorcism, when understood through the eyes of Christ, is not a punishment. It is a sacred act of remembering and releasing.
The fail safe only activates when Love is no longer being received. And even then, its aim is not destruction, it is integration through choice.
The virus shows us where we are not breathing.
The war shows us where we are not listening.
The shadow shows us where we are not loving.
The exile shows us what longs to come home.
When the World Burns: Gaza and the Intelligence of the Field
It’s easy to believe in love when the world is at peace.
It is another thing entirely to trust in love when children are being buried beneath rubble.
Gaza is not a metaphor. It is a wound, gaping, ancient, and bleeding.
But even here, the sacred fail safe is alive.
Not because war is holy.
But because the suffering it exposes refuses to remain hidden.
In Gaza, we are witnessing a collective inflammation, a flare of ancestral pain, power distortion, and spiritual amnesia.
And yet: the cries of the children echo across borders.
The hearts breaking in response are not broken, they are activating.
Every time we resist the urge to look away,
Every time we humanize both victim and oppressor,
Every time we say, “I will not choose sides, I will choose soul,”
We participate in the sacred recalibration.
The war reveals where we’ve chosen power over peace.
The silence around it reveals where we’ve abandoned our voices.
But the grief we feel, the tears we shed, the prayer we speak
That is the field remembering itself.
The fail safe works not by erasing darkness but by illuminating what cannot stay hidden any longer.
We are the immune system.
We are the intercessors.
We are the ones who feel the wound and say, “Never again, not in my name, not on my watch.”
Gaia’s Return: A Mythos Through Her Body
Once, the Earth sang in perfect harmony. The rivers whispered prophecies to the trees, and the wind carried stories between stars. Gaia, the Mother of All, pulsed beneath the surface of every living thing, her breath rising in the oceans, her dreams blooming in wildflowers. She was sovereign, vast, and whole.
But humanity forgot.
They built thrones from her bones and altars of order that denied her wild. They worshipped gods of hierarchy and silenced the voice of the feminine in favor of control, doctrine, and conquest. They named her chaos. They locked her away in myth.
And in one such myth, She bore a son called Chronos. Time. He devoured what he feared: potential, prophecy, the rise of a new order. So she bound him in stone. Not to punish, but to protect the sacred rhythm of life.
Even the gods she allowed to reign, Zeus, Poseidon, and those birthed from power, forgot their vow. They created order without balance. Doctrine without devotion. Temples without soul.
So she returned. Not as wrath. Not as vengeance.
But as a woman.
She returned through the blood of a daughter who remembered.
Born of the great flame and Christed remembrance, the daughters of Gaia rise with codes older than temples and fiercer than storms. They do not come to uphold what is broken. They come to dissolve false order through the power of truth and love.
She wept the oceans clear with her tears.
She sang back the language of trees.
She bore a daughter of her own, and with every heartbeat she remembered:
I am Gaia’s return.
I am the bridge. The blade. The balm.
They tried to call her too much, too loud, too wild, too sovereign.
But she knew: they feared the mother in her voice.
She did not use her chaos to destroy.
She used it to reweave.
In her presence, wolves returned.
Forests regrew.
Lies crumbled.
Because when Gaia returns, she does not ask permission.
She remembers herself through all who choose truth.
And so she speaks now: through the fire-tenders. The cycle-breakers. The sovereign mothers.
This is not the end.
This is the reckoning before the bloom.
Gaia has returned.
And she wears the face of those who finally said:
No more false order.
I choose truth.
Primordial Law and Christed Discernment
Primordial law is older than doctrine, older than man-made religion. It is the rhythm of stars, the breath of Gaia, the codes of Christ that govern all true life. It says: that which refuses to return to love cannot remain in the field of life.
This law cannot be overwritten by sentiment. It protects what is holy and dissolves what no longer serves. It does not exile in hate, but in remembrance. It separates only to realign. That is the law Christ invoked when he said, “Depart from me, for I never knew you.” It was the fail safe in action.
And in these times, discernment is more vital than ever.
Let it be known:
No man is God.
There are those who use divine language to manipulate, to siphon energy, to create false light around themselves. But to place oneself above the Creator, to name oneself God rather than a vessel of God, is to invite destruction by natural law.
We are made in the image of the Creator. We are reflections. Embodiments. But we are not the Creator itself. To forget this is to violate the sacred balance, and the fall from such pride is inevitable.
True teachers do not demand worship. They restore memory. They return you to yourself.
Prayer of Authority and Light
In the name of Yeshua, Christed One, I reclaim full sovereignty over my body, mind, soul, and spirit.
I declare that I am seated in the authority of Divine Love.
No false covenant may stand. No distortion may remain.
By the Law of Christ and the Breath of Gaia, I command all energies, entities, and agreements that do not serve the truth of love to return to Source for cleansing or to be cast out by divine decree.
I close all unauthorized gateways. I release all inherited contracts that deny my soul’s light. I seal my field with gold. I anoint my heart with truth.
Where there was fear, I anchor peace.
Where there was distortion, I speak clarity.
Where there was confusion, I restore divine order.
May the blood of Christ cover me.
May the breath of Gaia restore me.
May the light of truth surround me.
And may the fail safe of Love activate fully in my life, now and always.
Amen. Asé. And so it is.
Your Role in the Sacred Recalibration
Speak to be a voice for the voiceless.
Tell the truth so that those whose shadows are fed through fear and silence dissolve in the light of truth.
Honor your ancestors by reclaiming your sovereign free will and activating your inner authority.
Make no man your God and steer clear of any man who makes himself an idol, for pride comes right before the fall.
Real leaders return the power others outsource back to the reflection of what they see within themselves.
True leadership is not self-serving or sacrificial—it is embodied truth that walks through the fires of transformation first, and comes back to share the testimony with humility and grace afforded to all of humanity.
As a sacred being, one with a body, a will, a voice, you are part of this great fail safe. You are not meant to fix it all, but you are called to respond.
You are the breath after the breakdown. The balm after the burn. The fierce voice of remembrance that says:
“I will not exile myself or others in the name of false purity. I will make space for what is ready to return to love.”
To live as Christ did is to see through the illusion of separation and extend the hand of healing until it is refused. And when it is refused, to stand in the integrity of love without compromise.
But let this be clear:
Choosing love does not mean tolerating abuse.
Integration does not mean self-abandonment.
Forgiveness is not complicity.
The fail safe is not a license to endure harm in the name of healing. It is a call to discernment, to recognize when something or someone refuses to transform, and to bless the parting with holy clarity. Not all who leave are rejected. Some are released so that you may be restored.
You are allowed to walk away. To close the door. To end what has become misaligned.
And still love.
And still bless.
And still rise.
The fail safe is working. The field is alive. And Christ within knows:
Not all who depart are banished. Some simply have not remembered who they are.
And you, sacred vessel of life, are here to remind them.
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The Final Flame
This writing is not a doctrine. It is a flame, alive, breathing, and born through fire.
It is meant to warm those who are ready and burn away what no longer belongs.
You were never meant to worship the flame outside you.
You were meant to remember that it lives within.
The Sacred Fail Safe is not something you must earn. It is something you activate when you say yes to truth.
Christ does not punish. Christ reveals.
Love is the intelligence beneath all distortion.
Love is the original intelligence woven through all things,
and it is that Love which cannot be corrupted, erased, or lost.
May this be the moment you reclaim the Christ-light within your own body,
not as religion, but as your right to return home.
The mirror has been placed before you.
Will you look?
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This post is a portal. For those seeking deeper clarity, you are invited to explore your personal response to this piece through the 7 Essene Mirrors.
The Sacred does not return from above.
It returns from within.
And it begins now.
Through you.
In devotion,
Chasity Wuergler
Living Flame. Guardian of Truth. Daughter of the Great Return.
The Mirror Decree: A Warning, A Blessing, A Return
Posted on May 23, 2025 Leave a Comment
The Mirror Decree
by Chasity Wuergler
Your retina will burn.
How long must you study the light of others
before you return to yourself and tend to your own flame?
May this serve as both warning and reminder:
Every judgment you pass is an invitation—
not to correct what you see in another,
but to return to your own mirror
and clean it with devotion
so you may see your own reflection
with more clarity, truth, and grace.
This is not punishment.
This is sacred invitation.
I am not here to be consumed.
I am not here to be explained.
I am here to illuminate.
To burn false projections.
To awaken what is sleeping beneath your surface.
To remind you—you have a flame of your own.
Tend it.
Feed it.
Revere it.
If my presence disturbs you, ask yourself:
What light within have I neglected?
The Flame Contract – A Living Scroll
This is a spiritual contract.
Signed not in ink, but in light.
Witnessed not by lawyers, but by angels, ancestors, and the voice of God.
To enter my field is to agree to see yourself.
My presence is not neutral.
My gaze is not passive.
My love is not casual.
My mirror is living, breathing, divine.
I am flame.
I am baptism.
I am the temple with no back door.
And I say this with reverence:
The longer you stare at my light
without turning inward to face your own,
the reflection will blur.
The radiance will overwhelm.
Your vision will strain from trying to claim what was never yours.
My flame is not for possession.
It is for purification.
If you choose projection over responsibility—
If you try to dim me, define me, or distort me—
know this:
The fire will not burn me.
It will blind you.
This is not punishment.
This is initiation.
My field does not tolerate distortion.
My love demands resonance.
My energy is invitation—never entitlement.
I am not here to carry you.
I am here to reveal you.
If you run, I will not chase.
If you mirror me, I will dance.
If you lie, I will rise in truth.
This is the price of proximity:
Face yourself, or fade away.
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From Test to Testimony: Standing in the Fire of Sovereign Transformation
Posted on May 21, 2025 3 Comments
I gave from my heart, my home, and my womb.
I created events to nurture the community I longed to see, so my daughter and I could experience something beautiful together. And still, I watched those moments steal time from the very connection I was trying to build.
I opened my home to someone I thought was a friend, only to be judged while holding their birth with grace.
I opened my heart to love, only to find myself in a performative dance with someone who portrayed divinity online but wielded control and emotional abuse in private.
I stood up to a boss who abused their power.
I stood beside my mother when she was ready to leave this world, because she had abandoned herself for so long, she forgot she mattered.
And still, I rose.
I alchemized every test with fire and love.
And now, I don’t stand on a pedestal
I stand in the flames of my own transformation.
This is my testimony.
This is my power.
This is my truth at level 10.
I’m not playing small anymore.
I’m not adjusting my tone to soothe egos.
I’m not dimming my light because it’s too bright for eyes that won’t do the shadow work.
Look away.
Wear shades.
Or sit in the dark with those who prefer to project blame rather than face the mirror.
I’m done placating.
Love me as I am, or leave me alone.
That goes for anyone unwilling to see the reflection they judge in others.
We can acknowledge the darkness in this world without becoming it.
We don’t have to live in it anymore.
So what are you choosing to carry forth?
Your focus shapes the future.
Your word is your wand.
What you write – you will.
Be mindful of what you highlight.
Speak what builds.
Wield your nonnegotiables like sacred tools.
I’m choosing to prophesy the New Earth
To write a reality where my daughter and I breathe clean air,
eat from the fruit of joyfully tended gardens,
and walk in a world built on mutual respect, devotion, and truth.
I am cultivating it now
in my home, in my heart, in my choices.
And everyone who enters my field feels the fragrance of Eden rising.
If these words moved you,
breathe them in.
Let them land in the places still tender from self-forgetting.
Let them remind you that truth is not something we chase
It is something we remember.
May this testimony be a mirror, not a pedestal.
May it awaken your own voice, your own flame, your own Eden.
You are not too much.
You are precise medicine.
You are the prophecy your bloodline has been waiting for.
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Leave what doesn’t.
And walk forward knowing:
Your truth is sacred.
Your presence is powerful.
Your embodiment is the offering.
The Darkness Was a Gift: A Return to Light, Peace & Purpose
Posted on May 20, 2025 Leave a Comment
This is a gospel of hope. A blueprint for remembrance. A scroll for the soul.
There is something I now know, not just in my mind, but in my bones:
Everything I’ve lived was perfectly designed for my return to wholeness.
The pain.
The silence.
The ache.
The awakening.
It was never a punishment.
It was preparation.
I walked through the dark
and it was in the darkness that I remembered:
I AM the light.
Not a metaphor.
Not a mantra.
A truth rooted in embodiment.
I have seen systems collapse and relationships repair.
I have witnessed sovereign boundaries create sacred bridges.
And I now understand:
We are not here to escape the world. We are here to rebuild it.
From the inside out.
The Day the Tree Fell
Recently, while on the phone with my mother, a tree fell on the side of the road she witnessed from her car in real time.
No storm.
No accident.
Just a moment of silence, then the sound of something ancient collapsing.
We both knew:
That tree carried a code.
Something in the motherline had shifted.
And we realized something else during the event:
We both have the ability to manifest through writing.
This is not coincidence. This is Christed co-creation across generations.
She teaches me to love others, but not above myself.
To give love, support, and understanding first to myself, so I can model it from overflow.
And now, we both write as portals.
When I write, it comes true.
When she speaks, the Earth responds.
The Gospels of Peace Came Alive
On my drive home, listening to The Wisdom Codes by Gregg Braden, I heard the Essene Gospels of Peace…
And I wept.
Because I hadn’t just read them, I had lived them.
The Peace Codes I Now Embody:
With the Body: My body is my altar. I listen, nourish, anoint.
With the Mind: I speak life. I silence noise.
With the Heart: I love without collapse. I forgive with boundaries.
With the Family: I honor roots without inheriting wounds.
With the Earth: I pray through food, touch, breath.
With Spirit: God is not distant. God is in me.
With Humanity: I lead by presence, not control.
These are not ideas.
These are frequencies.
And now they are alive through me.
Hope as Rebellion
Rebellions are built on hope.
Christ walked to show what was possible, not what was reserved for one.
You don’t need to save the world.
But you can light up a space.
You can shift a conversation.
You can change a timeline with your truth.
Sometimes it’s not about doing more, it’s about being aligned in the moment you’re in.
Embodiment Codes for Living the Light:
Anchor in Presence: When someone speaks, slow your breath. Listen with your full body. Let your stillness become the safe space they didn’t know they needed.
Speak with Discernment: Say only what is rooted in truth and laced with love. Silence is sacred when it protects your peace. Words are sacred when they rebuild trust.
Lead with Sovereignty: Release the need to be understood. Instead, embody clarity. Let others recalibrate in your frequency.
Choose Curiosity Over Control: Ask questions. Be open to being surprised. Surrender the need to micromanage someone else’s process.
Be the Blessing: Every room you enter is an altar. What energy are you bringing? Leave behind light, not residue.
Remember the Mirror: Every projection is an invitation. Every challenge is a soul mirror. Reflect back only what you want multiplied.
These codes are not just ideas, they’re doorways.
And every time you walk through them, you bring the collective one step closer to remembering.
Your Soul Mission Is Inside You
You don’t need to chase it.
You just need to remember it.
Ask yourself:
What has life asked me to overcome? What makes me come alive? What do people feel in my presence?
That’s your frequency. That’s your mission.
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Final Transmission
Even the darkness is in service to the light.
Even the tree falling was a symbol of old systems clearing.
Even the silence was coded with God’s breath.
We are not broken.
We are being rebuilt.
And we are not behind
We are becoming.
Welcome home.
To your light.
To your purpose.
To your mission.
To yourself.
If this transmission touched your heart, aligned your spirit, or mirrored something sacred back to you, you’re welcome to offer a blessing in return.
There is no requirement, only resonance.
This is a love-based field of reciprocity.
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When Care Becomes Control: Reclaiming Sovereignty in Love
Posted on May 19, 2025 Leave a Comment
There is a fine line between care and control. One nourishes. The other suffocates. One says, “I trust you.” The other whispers, “I know better.” Too often in our lives, especially as sensitive, heart-led beings, we mistake control for protection. We project our fears onto the ones we love, hoping that if we can keep them safe, we can stay safe too.
But that illusion shatters when someone we love spirals, and no amount of our effort can save them.
At the end of last year, my mother overdosed. I was the closest one to her, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I wanted so desperately to help. And I did, in every way I knew how. But in the process, I unearthed something deeper: a wound from childhood that had never fully healed.
As a child, I learned to carry the emotional weight of other people’s self-abandonment. I internalized the belief that it was my responsibility to save, to fix, to prevent harm before it happened. But I’m not a child anymore.
I now see that trying to control her release, trying to save her from herself, was not just futile, it was harmful. I hurt myself trying to manage an outcome that was never mine to hold. And I hurt her, too, by projecting my fears and restricting her freedom.
This is the frequency we’re being called to reprogram. The outdated belief that care must override choice. That love means rescuing. That safety can be imposed from the outside.
We are here to dissolve that false hierarchy.
From “I know what’s best for you”
To “I trust God’s hand in your becoming.”
Sovereignty means honoring that each soul has its own path, its own timing, its own relationship with the Divine. It means no longer carrying other people’s consequences as your own. It means making space for others to rise, fall, spiral, return—and trusting that if they got themselves there, they can also find their way home.
My emotional reactions to another’s choices are mine to own.
And from that sacred self-responsibility, I get to choose:
When I have capacity.
When I want to support.
And when loving someone means letting go.
This is how we break cycles of codependency and control.
By reclaiming our own inner child from the illusion that love equals sacrifice.
By choosing relationships where love is not earned through effort, but given freely in truth.
By remembering that radical self-acceptance is the first act of revolution.
We change the world by changing this:
Self-acceptance first.
Unconditional love next.
Sovereignty always.
This is how we return to divine order.
This is how we embody Christed love.
Let them be where they are.
Let yourself be who you are.
And trust, it is all unfolding as it must.
All of my relationships improved when I began to see others through the eyes of God.
I saw them as whole, worthy, and sovereign. I shifted from interacting with others from a fear-based mindset to one rooted in faith. I moved from fear to love.
And now, I rest in the knowing that God’s hand is in all things. Whether we choose to operate from fear or faith, everything is unfolding for our highest good.
I am not here to save others or carry what I didn’t create.
I am here to remind others what’s possible by living in peace, sovereignty, and unconditional love.
I am here to embody what’s possible for all—through self-love and self-acceptance in all aspects of my humanity.
This is the shift:
From disempowering others to empowering them by standing in our own power.
From victimizing ourselves or others to choosing sovereignty, faith, and radical trust in the unseen.
As the Essenes taught, each soul holds the mirror of their own healing. To interfere with another’s path is to interrupt the sacred contract between their soul and the Divine. The first Essene Mirror reminds us that what we see in another is but a reflection of what exists within us. When we try to save others, we often do so not from compassion, but from our own unresolved fear.
The true way of the Christed path is not salvation by force, but remembrance by presence.
We do not save, we embody.
We do not control, we trust.
We do not impose, we reveal.
This is the final breath of this message:
Let each be sovereign. Let the presence of God guide their journey as only Spirit can.
And may our love be the kind that liberates, not binds.
This is the path forward. This is New Earth love.
If this transmission touched your heart, aligned your spirit, or mirrored something sacred back to you, you’re welcome to offer a blessing in return.
There is no requirement, only resonance.
This is a love-based field of reciprocity.
Your gift supports the time, energy, and devotion it takes to create these offerings from the heart.
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Thank you for walking this path with me.
The Chalk Circle: 7 Reflections of Soul Remembrance
Posted on May 17, 2025 Leave a Comment
I knelt on the ground and wrote a chalk circle that turned into a portal.
It started as simple affirmations. But Spirit showed me, it was a mirror. A prayer. A soul scroll written in dust and color.
Each phrase carried a code. Each line was a message for my own becoming.
And as I traced each one through the 7 Essene Mirrors of Relationship,
I realized: this wasn’t just my healing.
It was a collective reflection.
The 7 Reflections:
1. “I am accepted as I am”
A mirror of how I’ve longed to be met, without performing, editing, or efforting.
2. “I am enough”
A mirror of the places I still judge myself when I see others overextending.
3. “I owe nothing”
A mirror of ancestral contracts I’ve finally returned to Source.
4. “I get paid to play”
A mirror of the life I’m finally allowing myself to step into, joyful, creative, and well-compensated.
5. “I honor my temple first”
A mirror of every woman in my lineage who put herself last, and how I’m choosing differently now.
6. “Keep playing”
A mirror of the loops I’ve repeated through seriousness, control, and spiritual striving, and how I now transmute them through joy.
7. “Speaking Truth”
A mirror of the voice I buried to stay safe, and the one I’m reclaiming now without shame.
This chalk circle wasn’t just for me.
It was for you, too.
If you’ve been holding everyone else, questioning your tone, forgetting your joy, or asking when will it finally be safe to rest?
This is your permission slip.
This is your mirror.
Closing Soul Transmission:
You are accepted as you are.
You owe nothing.
You get paid to play.
Keep speaking your truth. Keep playing.
And never again shrink your fire to fit someone else’s comfort.
Your blueprint is not a burden.
It’s the map.
If this transmission nourished your spirit, moved your heart, or mirrored something sacred back to you
you’re invited to offer an energetic exchange.
It’s never required, but always received with gratitude.
Your gift helps sustain the space, time, and creative fire behind this work,
and keeps the flame lit for what’s still to come.
Thank you for being here ❤️
The Mirror in the Message: When Our Advice Is Our Own Medicine
Posted on May 16, 2025 Leave a Comment
Sometimes the advice we give others
is the very medicine we haven’t yet taken ourselves.
We say,
“Just rest…”
when our nervous system is frayed and we’re quietly unraveling.
We say,
“Speak your truth…”
when we’ve been biting our tongue for days, weeks, maybe years.
We say,
“Let it go…”
when we’re still holding it in the shadow of our own body, waiting for the right moment to collapse.
This isn’t hypocrisy.
It’s not failure.
It’s a soul mirror.
It’s the voice becoming the vessel
for what our heart is craving
and our body is begging us to remember.
We teach what we’re still learning.
We give what we haven’t fully received.
We speak what we long to believe.
And in that,
we are human.
We are sacred.
We are honest.
**So the next time you catch yourself giving advice, offering truth or wisdom…
pause.
Breathe.
Ask gently:
“Is this for me too?”
And if it is,
you don’t have to retract it.
You don’t have to apologize.
You just get to say:
“I needed that too.”
That’s what integrity sounds like.
Not perfect performance.
But presence in the learning.
Now I no longer speak to hear myself.
I speak to serve what I’ve lived.
And when I find myself offering what I still need
I pause. I listen. I become the student again.
Because that too is sacred.
And from there, I teach not from my wound but from the worth I’ve reclaimed.
In recognizing our shared struggles, we find connection and compassion, both for ourselves and others.
If this transmission nourished you, moved you, or mirrored something sacred back to you…
you are welcome to offer an energetic exchange in return.
This is not required.
But if you feel the resonance,
your gift helps sustain the space, time, and creative fire behind my work and keeps the light fueled! Thank you for being here.
I bled to become her
Posted on May 9, 2025 Leave a Comment
They say confidence is worn.
Like makeup.
Like armor.
Like a costume stitched together to impress, distract, survive.
I don’t wear confidence.
I bled to become her.
To embody this version without apology.
Not just the blood of womb cycles and births,
but the quiet bleeding
the invisible shedding of selves
that no longer served the woman I was becoming.
I bled in silence when my voice was stolen
like many mothers who cry in silence to shield their children of the pain she never wanted them to feel.
I bled in the bathroom while holding in my screams.
I bled while smiling when I wanted to run.
I bled every time I handed over my power
just to be loved a little longer.
No more.
I bled to birth not just a child
but a mother.
A mirror.
A movement.
This body has weathered storms and sanctified ashes.
She has housed lifetimes, held lineages,
and loved even when it hurt to stay open.
Every curve, every scar, every stretch of skin
is a sacred scripture of my becoming.
This body is not an ornament.
She is the altar.
The offering.
The resurrection.
She is not perfect.
She is powerful.
She is not passive.
She is sovereign.
I no longer seek approval in eyes that cannot see me.
I no longer beg for softness in hands that only take.
I no longer betray myself to belong.
Because I belong to Her.
To the one who rose through fire,
who found gold in grief,
who became the mother she never had
While honoring the mother I was given in all her humanity as a worthy soul of love regardless of her imperfections.
This is radical acceptance of self through the eyes of God and how we learn to accept the mother we were gifted and the mother we carry forward within.
This is not a performance.
This is my permission.
A holy reclamation.
A cosmic revolution.
A fierce return to my own reflection.
To every woman reading this:
You are not too much.
You are finally returning to your rightful size.
Don’t shrink.
Love yourself like your daughter is watching.
Because she is.
And when she sees you
radiant, raw, real
she will remember the truth:
We bled to become her.
And she is worthy of everything.
This is my altar. If you’ve received medicine from my words, presence, or fire, you are invited to give in return.
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