Alura Cein is a Master Psychic, Minister, Author, YouTube Content Creator, Mystical Teacher, and Life Coach whose work has guided thousands along their spiritual awakening journeys. Through her platform, Alura’s Spiritual Services, she offers a wide range of transformative tools—from angelic oracle readings and energetic healing to soul-origin discovery, life-path coaching, and advanced spiritual education.
Recognized for her deep intuitive insight, Alura has spent decades helping individuals understand their higher purpose, heal energetic wounds, and navigate the profound shifts occurring in global consciousness. Her teachings blend angelic communication, metaphysical wisdom, and esoteric knowledge, creating a pathway for students to develop clarity, empowerment, and spiritual mastery.
As an author, Alura shares her unique cosmology, experiences, and guidance through written works designed to awaken and elevate. As a YouTube creator, she reaches audiences worldwide with content that demystifies spirituality, encourages personal transformation, and provides practical insight on the unseen layers of reality.
Her life-coaching and educational programs—including her private “Behind Closed Doors” mentorship—offer deeply personalized guidance for those seeking genuine growth, alignment, and awakening. Alura remains committed to bringing truth, spiritual support, and empowerment to people across the world, helping them step fully into who they were always meant to become.
Hey everyone, it’s Alura here, and with the new year in full swing, smack in the middle of all that festive fun, I’ve been thinking about how easy it is for so many of us to gain a bit of weight from indulging in those delicious foods, cozying up in the cold, and getting a little too sedentary without much movement.
It’s the perfect storm for feeling sluggish, but that’s why this time of year is ideal for a body reset. As a biohacking enthusiast, I offer tons of specialized programs customized for individuals, and I’m still perfecting a few more to help you optimize your health. In the meantime, though, you don’t have to wait, you can start with something simple like a water fast to get that fresh start.
For me, a three-day water fast means just that: nothing but water for 72 hours, no food, no juices, no extras. I go with three days because it’s approachable and lets your body switch to ketosis, where it burns fat for energy. I prep by tapering off calories, drinking loads of purified water, and set up a relaxing space.
Throughout, I stay hydrated (2-3 liters daily, sometimes more), pay attention to how I feel, and mix in light walks in my treadmill, sports, or gym trips and I add lots of meditation.
Let me share why this is so rewarding, covering the spiritual, mental, emotional, and everyday health perks. That said, fasting varies for everyone, so consult a doctor if you’re unsure, especially with any health issues.
Spiritual Benefits
Drawing from timeless spiritual practices in various traditions, fasting helps you tune into your inner world or a higher power. The three days clear out the clutter for me, amplifying my reflections and prayers. It builds a profound sense of connection and renewal, rebuilding trust and faith. In everyday life, particularly during the busy holidays, it can sharpen your spiritual awareness, guiding you with more clarity and calm.
Mental Benefits
Mentally, it’s a boost in sharpness, after the early hunger passes, my focus soars, cutting through stress and lifting my mood via enhanced brain processes. It’s like decluttering your mind for better productivity and creativity. Holiday chaos can be overwhelming, but this reset keeps you mentally agile and upbeat.
Emotional Benefits
Emotionally, fasting taught me discipline over urges, building patience and gratitude while balancing my responses to stress. Its helped clients of mine curb emotional eating and promotes empathy. Day-to-day, especially in holiday interactions, it means staying composed, cherishing moments, and handling emotions with ease.
Everyday Health Benefits
Health-wise, it kickstarts fat loss, boosts energy, and improves digestion and skin health. It encourages cellular repair, eases inflammation, and supports better blood pressure and insulin response, great for offsetting holiday excesses and winter inertia.
If this sparks your interest, I encourage you to try a three-day water fast, it’s a powerful biohacking tool for rejuvenation heading into the new year.
But if sticking to a strict three-day water fast feels too challenging, no worries; ease into it this way instead. Do a day, or a few hours in between instead. For some, 72 hours can be hard on them.
Start with a small meal in the morning that’s high in fiber and protein, then stick to protein-packed smoothies throughout the day while drinking plenty of water. This keeps hunger at bay and prevents that deprived feeling. I’ve seen this work wonders for many people I’ve coached who couldn’t manage a full water fast, it’s gentler yet still effective. You could also experiment with intermittent water fasting, like fasting every 12 hours, to build up gradually.
Always check with your doctor first, listen to your body, and break any fast slowly with easy-to-digest foods.
Personally…
Yes, intermittent fasting and water fasting are wonderful ways to keep yourself in good shape without missing out on the fun. I make intermittent fasting a daily habit, usually just one meal, followed by lots of water to stay hydrated in between. But recently, I’ve been dealing with some inflammation from an allergic reaction to the surgical mesh in my stomach from past surgeries. It’s been accumulating over the years and slowing me down a little, so I’m committing to some healing work.
As part of that, clearing out my body with a water fast is an amazing way to detox from any built-up toxicity. I’ve been doing this every week, and it has helped a great deal. 
This approach isn’t just for me; it can work for anyone who has strong mindset. If you’re struggling with any kind of addiction and need to cleanse your system quickly, a water fast does wonders. It’s also a great starting point if you’re looking to build strength, resilience, and mental discipline.
Let’s be honest, the holidays are packed with sugary temptations. I don’t keep sugar in my home except for very special occasions, and I avoid eating it myself entirely. But during the holidays, I’m not going to be rude and turn down homemade cookies if someone offers them, that could add a few pounds.
In 2024, I ended up gaining some weight back due to the inflammation from the mesh allergy, which I think shows in my videos from that period. It affected other areas too; for example, after surgery to correct issues in my upper chest region following childbirth, the weight gain made things larger there. My face got fuller and puffy, and you can spot it clearly in those videos.
I’ve been honing my biohacking regimen with diet, exercise, and consistent practices, and I’ve been losing the weight steadily. I love incorporating body detoxes, and since I don’t eat much anyway, it was shocking to gain any weight at all. I still follow my breatharian diet principles, even with just one meal a day, which really shouldn’t lead to weight gain. Now that we’ve identified the root cause, a solid detox through water fasting is making a big difference. Even though I do this most of the time already, I’ve found that the more I commit to it, the better I feel, the more weight I lose, the more I prevent from creeping back on. This is simply the path to true health; it has nothing to do with appearances. I love myself in any shape or form, amen, but I prioritize feeling good above all.
By clearing out your body, especially during the holidays, you create space to enjoy the season without fretting too much over extra pounds or the toxicity that’s in so much of our food these days. Give it a go and feel the difference!
You’ve got this!
Here’s the water that I’m using, drinking 4 of these day at 1 gallon each!
I have vitamin C for immunity boost.
When I’m finished, I’ll start with soft food like soup or yogurt for two days after, and then add one regular meal back to the weekly regimen. I’ll continue this weekly pattern for a month or more. For those trying, I suggest doing it once, every other month or at least every three months.
Good luck! This truly helps detoxify and stabilize your system.
I’ve been reflecting on something lately that I know a few others have noticed because it’s been brought to my attention. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t know about it. It’s been weighing heavily on my mind.
For years, I’ve worked tirelessly to build my presence, not primarily to attract clients for my services, but to inspire people to awaken and view life through a lens of beauty, enlightenment, and grace. I began my journey informally in 2008 getting irradiated and finishing college, officially launched my business in 2012, debuted on YouTube in 2013, and started gaining traction in the mainstream algorithm by 2014.
Back then, names like Alura, Alora, or Elora weren’t common at all. In 2013, according to baby name statistics from Nancy’s Baby Names (sourced from the Social Security Administration), only 184 baby girls in the U.S. were named Alora, with no male births registered under that name.
Fast forward to today: some of my videos have nearly 700,000 views, and my YouTube channel should have reached around 4 million by now. I was at that milestone back in 2018, but an algorithm reset changed how views were counted, dropping it to just 1 million. Even so, that’s still a significant audience. My content has often felt suppressed, perhaps because of my ability to predict trends or events, but I know it was reaching people. From 2014 to 2016, I had more inquiries than I could handle as a solo operation.
Now, looking at my current stats, 700,000 views on YouTube, 30,000 and 20,000 on my blogs, 11K followers on Instagram, and 13K on YouTube, the name has exploded in popularity. Even Kim Kardashian recently named one of her characters “Allora.” I’ve referenced her in my blogs multiple times, and I know her publicity team monitors mentions, positive or negative. It’s clear my name has permeated wider circles.
Over the years, I’ve crossed paths with notable figures through private channels. I won’t name them. It would be rude, unless they became public follower anyway.
But for example, a long time ago, I did a reading for the wife of a Dawson’s Creek cast member (I won’t name names to respect confidentiality). I’ve also had inquiries from famous individuals via email, including one of many secretaries from Obama’s office during his last term, and even someone from Monsanto after I mentioned them in a Blogspot post. There have been others, but I’ve never boasted about it, it’s not my style, and most wouldn’t publicly admit consulting a psychic anyway.
The point is, since entering this field, my name has surged in recognition. A young man in my community who’s into drag has others in his circle who have adopted it for their shows, and now with Kim’s character, it’s gaining even more traction. Although it’s spelled in different ways, it’s the same name and not one I’ve heard or seen used very much prior to my using it. Even with my version of the spelling, the name Alura was relatively uncommon in 2012 and didn’t even appear in the top 1,000 baby names in the United States, meaning it was used for fewer than 5 babies! That means that a minimum for being recorded as being registered in public Social Security data. Although my spelling rarer, statistics revealed that variations like Alora and Allura had a significant climb of 1673 places from 2024. Many are using Alura as an alias, even if not their name, a lot on social media including Facebook.
I’ve also been seeing in entertainment like Voltron, AI Bots, and World of Warcraft. Something I also weirdly discovered through a client of mine… is that the name is in DC Comics with Alura-El the mother of Supergirl. That came before my time, and it blew my mind that I never knew that! I wasn’t one to watch a lot of entertainment anyhow, but the Alura-El really resembled my angel name Alariel (Ah-lar-rye-el) but similar like Alari-El. It blew my mind! And it’s embarrassing to mention but since we’re on the name regarding entertainment- there’s an adult film star named Alura too. I only know this because of the countless fans that she has that are obsessed with her that have looked her up, and found me instead because of how rare the name is with both of us having it, that I’ve literally had people make accounts with her name and follow me, just to mock me. no events to her or anything, but what white contrast! One in world of entertainment, that I would never ever condone, versus my name, the same name in a world that is completely opposite to her, mine surrounding righteousness and God. I’m not saying she doesn’t have a belief in God or anything, but definitely weird . The even stranger thing is that many of these characters are blonde too!
This goes beyond entertainment. The name has also come up in popularity with Alura Business Solutions (2005 before my launch), Alura Online (technology courses), Alura Technologies, Alura Software (cloud based platform), and Alura.IO (etsy shop sales solutions). That is really crazy!
I just kept digging! There’s even Alura a few small places in India that include several small villages, in Gujarat (Navsari, Surat districts) and Karnataka (Bidar district), but also refer to Alura, a village near Ellora Caves in Maharashtra, known for its association with the famous UNESCO site!
UNESCO Cave and it’s beauty!India’s UNESCO Cave is alleged to contain aliens painted within.
What’s even more fascinating is that in in the World Heritage List of UNESCO in 1983, Ellora Caves are an ancient wonder of human genius which symbolises zenith of rock-cut architecture and intricate sculptures. Spreading across 2 kms, these 34 caves are carved into the basalt cliffs of the Charanandri Hills and date back to 5th century CE to 11th century CE. These caves are a sacred confluence of Buddhism, Brahmanism, and Jainism. The beauty of these caves is demonstrated through their distinct architectural elements like viharas (monasteries), chaityagrihas (sanctuaries), and monolithic temples, each echoing the devotion of three great faiths.
Most of the caves face west, however the Jain group of caves faces south. Out of the 34 caves, Cave Nos. 1 to 12 are devoted to Buddhism, Cave Nos. 13 to 29 are of Brahmanical nature and Cave Nos. 30 to 34 are of Jain affinity.
While the earliest caves (caves 1-12) were excavated between the 5th and 8th centuries CE, Caves 13-29, including the iconic Kailash temple (cave 16), was excavated between the 7th and 10th centuries CE. The final phase saw the excavation of Caves 30-34, between the 9th and 12th centuries CE. This momentous property is a lasting legacy of the wisdom of our forefathers.
The many spellings of the name have been always there. Elora also appeared in the movie Willow, which I hadn’t been aware of until watching it later. They even paired the name with “Danan” like Tuatha De “Danann” in the Celtic period who were a tribe of people said to be demi Gods. The movie was based on magic in which Elora was chosen to bring the kingdoms back to the light after a wicked sorceress had taken over. I had seen the movie once, but never noticed until recent in years. Pretty interesting! A lot of synchronicity there!
Still, the name has never appeared among the ranked names in the U.S. popularity charts.
Recent statistics show Alora climbing rapidly in popularity, ranking around #225-250 in the U.S. for 2024/2025 and listed as a top trending name by HELLO! magazine. Pretty remarkable.
My daughter, Adriel Elora, will likely drop Adriel and go by Elora when she’s older, I already call her that often. It all just goes to show, that I’ve been noticed, even if not publicly celebrated. There’s always some foundation laid down. Like me, I’m Irish like Willow’s reference. I use technology a lot. I once had an etsy store. I am a business owner. I have a lot in common with India as I have a few friends originally from there and I studied their religion among many others, referencing those beliefs alot. I also taught about extraterrestrial, and named dozens of other species out there that were unknown before my channeling the akasha records and communications. I just think it’s pretty cool, the links.
The name Alura means “God is my light” or in some places “Divine Counselor”. What a beautiful way to represent my love of God, being a walking meaning of that!
But with Hollywood embracing the name, will it bring light or darkness to its meaning? That’s the intriguing question. Alura, Allora, Elora… it’s all the same. My only hope is that one day someone with more reach, knowing it’s my name, will help others to know that it is in positive light.
Alura is a name Im proud to have! I hope my little girl honors it too, even with different spelling. 🙏🏻💗🙌
Divine love & Heavenly Blessings! Wow what a week? it’s bad enough that my psychic visions are going off the radar with so many things happening around us in the world that I pick up one, that I’m also going through a little bit of a scary time in my own life personally. I think many people are. I hope that everyone knows that God is with them and that even if times seem bleak, he will never abandon them. However, on top of everything, the news has been buzzing with a lot of upsetting things. Just heard of a woman being shot in Minneapolis. Then I heard of Venezuela’s leader was seized, and ships also commandeered. There’s so much to talk about that I’ll leave for later. It pains my heart as a deeply spiritual being to here of these things though, because I only know what they will lead to, in the future. I’ll share these things with you soon. I planned on doing so on the eve of New Year’s. But I was going through some difficulties myself. I’m very thankful for all of the people that stood beside me. I’ll get the word out, I promise.
In this post, I want to reflect on Renee Nicole Good, and recent events. my heart dies a little more each day, but yet my spirit is filled with even more hope. As things happen throughout the world, it brings out who is who. Who are the people that really care, who are the people that follow propaganda, who are those that are a part of distorted idea ideologies? Who are the people that are reasonable and awake, fighting for what’s right? Who are those who are maybe not as awake but still trying to put as much truth as they can out there that they know? It’s a beautiful thing to see. Although, in the midst of all of that there is chaos. Eventually, many people will get tired of the chaos. The people that truly have heart will come out to stand strongly in their convictions, while fighting for what’s right. and it is true that there are all of those different types of people. Even if there are some who think that they’re standing up for what’s right, they may be going about it the wrong way or lacking information. I believe that’s occurring on both sides of the political spectrum today. Many people follow what they’re told, not going deeper. Just like with Renee Nicole Good’s, poetry and it’s title- I’m sure many people will not understand it unless they look beneath the surface. honestly, the title caught me off guard too, and some of the wording, but as I read it, I started to understand it more clearly. I’m always a great decoder of what’s beneath the surface of things, and so I eventually understood what she was trying to say a few layers deep.
Rest In Peace.
With that, I extend my deepest sympathies to Mayor Jacob Frey of Minneapolis. Throughout his career, he has gotten through profoundly difficult moments with remarkable grace and compassion.
Mayor Jacob Frey
Just last August in 2025, a tragic shooting claimed the lives of two Catholic school children attending mass in the city. In that heartbreaking time, the mayor focused on ensuring children could return home safely, and on giving mothers and fathers the peace of mind that their little ones would be protected, a sentiment every parent shares. As a parent myself, I can’t imagine sending my children to school gripped by fear for their lives. Yet, on the flip side, children deserve the assurance that their mothers or fathers will be there for them too.
Tragically, recent actions by ICE have done the exact opposite, resulting in the death of a mother. And there have been more. even in the idea that many of these parents are being stripped away from their children in the immigration process, is quite upsetting. Although, they probably shouldn’t have come illegally, who could blame them for wanting a better and safer life for themselves and their children in a country that promises it? yet, our violent attack attacks or arrests really effective? Or does it just start tugging at the heart strings of humanity?
Again, I have to say that I have the greatest of respect for Mayor Jacob Fry in this situation too. It must be hard having to go to news outlets that are brandished as being illegitimate due to new propaganda, only to find any place to tell your side of the story. Although everybody has to do a little acting when they go before the camera, I could see genuine pain in his eyes. There’s concern. No fear to be himself. Yet, with that brashness, there is empathy. Empathy is something that I feel- a lot of people lack these days.
Many view justice as aligned with one side or the other today in the things happening in the world today, particularly…this incident.
Perhaps she believed she was defending her rights, standing firm for her convictions. If someone stood in front of her car and drew a gun, she might have felt justified in veering away to escape. Conversely, others argue that with an officer present, she should not have moved at all. There are countless perspectives, but only those who witnessed it firsthand can truly speak to what unfolded.
In today’s world, trust online is eroding rapidly, videos can be edited to favor any narrative. But this isn’t merely about one mother’s story or legal rights; it’s a sign that our society is hurtling toward an irreversible brink, as I’ve predicted in my www.alurasangels.com blog. I also expressed this recently in my video “Left Versus Right”.
The trauma and tragedy people are enduring today, will create a deep-seated distrust that may never fully heal. Still, I hold firm to the belief that good people exist, those willing to confront evil head-on for the sake of others.
I am profoundly grateful for the Mayor of Minneapolis, even from afar in New Jersey. I can only imagine the chaos if such events spread here, and sadly, I am sure that they will. This unrest is predicted to ripple from city to city, particularly in Democratic strongholds or areas with longstanding tensions involving the president. To be candid, I am not opposed to Donald Trump personally. I don’t oppose or hold hatred in anyone. I find him a fascinating figure in many ways. But there’s a vital distinction between offering genuine compliments where deserved and acknowledging the negatives too. We can’t be ignorant as people of God, and see only one side of anyone. Nor, any one side to life. I admire Trump’s boldness at moments in only that he has risen because of how witty he is, but his direct use of words without being too scholarly appeals to everyday normal people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a political figure in this world like him. But that doesn’t mean that I support him. Nor would I ever support anything that condones hurting others. Of course, in the art of war, there will always be casualties. However, a great leader knows that there is always a better way. He creates division on purpose, holds power to himself, puppeteers those world around him. In one of my angel readings at Alura’s Angels, Metatron called him “the jester that wanted to be a king”. But when called a jester, it was only a metaphor for the persona that we knew Trump was putting on at the time. Like how he was in his 2016 run.
I knew far below the mask he was wearing, but this was someone much more. And here, we have “No Kings” protests. Would you look at that?
You have to see duality, to see the truth.
Much could be said on these fronts, but the true focus should be on how these events could spark a great awakening for humanity. I believe eventually for some, they’ll get tired of the negative changes being made. Something somewhere, will touch someone and that sparks change. Yet, many will become lost amid the turmoil too. We can admire certain qualities in people while piercing through to the real truths beneath the surface. Life may resemble a chess game, but it should never be waged at the cost of innocents simply trying to live their lives. Whether someone chose to observe or not, they did not engage in the protest itself, no one needed to be shot or killed.
This was a human being, a mother, a child now faces a future without her presence or support. It is utterly heartbreaking. Some, from a place of detachment, might claim it was her own fault, but who can say that without truly stepping into her shoes, even if they would never find themselves in that situation?
The tragic death of the woman in Minneapolis is a wake up call that she was not a pawn in a political game. She was a human being, with a life full of dreams, loved ones, and inherent dignity. Her loss transcends political party lines; it’s a wound to our shared humanity that should unsettle us all, whether Republican, Democrat, or anything in between. This isn’t about picking sides anymore; it’s about the raw essence of human nature, where division thrives only when we forget our goals as a people looking to live, just live. Yet, amid the chaos, an awakening is stirring. People are opening their eyes to the truth that unity isn’t optional; it’s our survival.
We must each play our role: spreading the message that this goes beyond politics into the realm of spirit, where we refuse to let anyone be painted in false colors. Tell the truth, even when it challenges your own side; expose the hypocrisies that fuel the fire on both ends. Together, we can create a better world, but let’s be clear. This is orchestrated political theater, driven by hidden agendas and powerful puppeteers who profit from our fractures. Rising against it may seem daunting, but the real power lies in restraint: don’t descend to their level with violence or venom. Let their ugliness expose itself while we stand firm in love, peace, and righteousness.
No force can withstand the unyielding light of proof, truth, and details when they’re laid bare. Both sides are complicit in tearing at the fabric of our democracy, stoking flames that threaten us all. It’s time to wake up: there is no “them” versus “us.” There is only “we the people,” bound by our humanity, capable of healing if we choose truth over trends.
My heart goes out to the many lives affected and lost on both sides of the civil war. There’s more to this tgat I’ll talk about on my show Beyond The Veil at my Channel Metamystics sometime this week.
May you all feel Gods love and cherish every moment with your loved ones.🙏🏻 Stand up for what you believe is right but go beyond the veil. I see so many people who are trying.
The Lord always told me, live the way that you want to be remembered. I’m sure that many will paint her in a darker light. But let’s remember her for her inner world, which displays the spirit. Here’s a clip of her poetry.
“that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder” “— Renee Nicole Good
While her poetry is very deep (she won awards), and some may not understand, I truly got that she was expressing in it that she felt that she had learned so much more than just from one book that it changed the way that she went about Monday life and conforming to it. I just wanted to share that because there is so much more to life than what’s in the books. I hope that she’s remembered for being someone that was just on their path to trying to awaken spiritually, and a beloved mother and daughter. regardless of her beliefs, she was somebody’s loved one. Let’s send out our prayers?
Thinking back on all the wonderful moments from the holiday season, I was dealing with some health issues myself. But I can heal myself, but I shared about it online to remind everyone that plenty of people face way tougher battles, like cancer or other serious stuff, where they can’t just fix things themselves. And piling on sky-high medical bills? That’s just heartbreaking.
I wasn’t looking for pity or anything like that, but it warmed my soul to see how much people truly cared. A lot of loving people stepped up around Christmas, but a few also jumped in to sort out my bank mess. Robbie and James pitched in, Sveta too, and then Major Sharp even suggested a “lavender marriage” so I could get better care for me and my kids. That kind of pure kindness, offering us some real protection, blew me away. I felt so flattered by that offer because it was incredibly selfless, but I could never go through with something like that—it might take away someone’s chance at meeting their true match down the line, and then they’d be tied to me.
It’s on me to sort my own stuff out, you know? And I am trying to figure it all out. It’s just hard.
But really, it was all about that deep love and sense of togetherness. Everyone poured so much of it our way this year, and we always find ways to give it right back whenever we can. Lately, I’ve been volunteering at the homeless shelter, but as spring rolls in, I’ll likely shift over to the animal shelters again.
It brought to mind something I wrote in my blog once about a truly good-hearted person (A Good Spiritual Man) applies for anyone, or even just living that out for others: if someone’s in a bind to get to work and you’ve only got twenty bucks left, you hand it over without a second thought about going broke yourself, trusting that something higher will come through for you, when you give everything to help.
These acts echoed that exact idea, one I’ve lived by so many times through volunteering at homeless shelters, animal rescues, donating to causes, or just pouring myself into helping people.
It really moved me deep down, watching everyone go above and beyond.
So there I was, heading into the nail salon with a Christmas gift card. I don’t treat myself like that much anymore, and I pick up pretty much everything at thrift stores. But that day, I was set to enjoy it. While I was there, employees kept coming over, hugging me and saying thanks for the help I’d given their pregnant friend a while back, when I had a bit more to spare back then and she was really struggling with a baby on the way. I was surprised they remembered that.
As I sat there, everyone started opening up to me as we talked. The host Sherman shared that his wife was stranded in Vietnam and he was stuck in this rundown spot. My nail artist opened up about her own hardships, cramming eight family members into a tiny two-bedroom place, including her aunt, sister, mom, and more, all barely scraping by. My heart just ached hearing it all.
I’d just gotten a few extra bucks from some spell orders, thanks to everyone teaming up to fix my bank stuff. What better way to use it than sharing a little with them?
It got so emotional in there—everyone around was like, whoa, she really did that, overhearing and watching it unfold. I told them, you’re not just here doing my nails while I sit and zone out. I see you as real people with your own lives and challenges, maybe even harder than what others deal with. So let me treat you like family. My nail artist wrapped me in a hug and teared up, and Sherman squeezed me tight too.
The whole room was stunned, and suddenly people started chatting with their own artists, like I’d sparked this wake-up call. They’d heard the stories but never really thought about how these amazing humans are more than just the ones providing a service for pay.
Yeah, it left me pretty strapped for cash, but I felt so good giving. I’ve always believed that when you share what you’ve got, it finds its way back somehow—and it sure has over the years. Plus, it showed others that genuine love and compassion are out there, and it softened hearts, making people more thoughtful toward each other.
Hey, I may not be doing good myself. Yet, God is love and helping others means more to me than anything. It brings God within, those who exchange it. Even strangers. We need it more than ever today. This meant people saw love. An exchange in the universe and a testament to my faith that God will help, myself, and others. It also creates God in others through love and unity.
I know that the Lord will help me, he always does. Moreover, I’m keeping everyone in my prayers, including all of you, the world, and the Vietnamese employees. It’s about faith.
To inspire and uplift, I want to share that I’m yes, I am going through profoundly challenging times, ones that have caused my spirit to cry here and there, as my last post on Facebook laid bare. It was about the tripled cost of healthcare that I got hit with around the holiday season? I was in tears.
It’s heartbreaking, a blow I dreaded, yet anticipated, but still arrived like an unwelcome shadow over the holidays. But to counter that raw sorrow, which left me weeping as I poured out my heart, let me offer this glimpse of spiritual beauty, a testament to the light that pierces even the darkest storms. I truly hope it inspires others to always look past the darker times. 
For Christmas, I didn’t want any gifts from my beloved children. Not ones they can buy anyhow.
A couple years ago I just wanted my son to graduate from high school for me. Obviously Christmas is in December and graduation is the following summer but that’s all I really wanted to see happen. If he could accomplish that he would make me proud not just for Christmas, but for the rest of my life. he accomplished that, but he always manages to get me a little something. but that just goes to show you an example of the types of things I asked for from my family members. 
Year after year, I tell them:
“Don’t spend on me, cherish one another instead. If your heart calls you to give a gift to each other or at least your younger siblings, let that be your joy.
But nothing for me, they make me happy enough being my kids.
For me, the truest treasure is simply their existence. It’s in witnessing their lives unfold, their roots sprouting from mine, and growing into a strong branch of the family tree. Most people would think that they would be better off becoming their own tree, I suppose? But in spiritual truth, I know that branches, usually bare fruit, and fruit bears seeds. And so seeing them grow into strong individuals from what I’ve taught them, knowing that one day they’ll create their own paths, and pass that onto their own children, means everything to me.
That, and all of us refusing to let distance erode our bond.
They bring their partners into our circle, sharing half the week with me in laughter and presence, a quiet vow against the drift of time.
Yet all four of them persisted, insisting I must want something. But truly, the relationship that I have with Heaven, the profound love flowing from my students and my children, that boundless river sustains me. It’s everything to me.
What greater gifts could I ask for?
I already stand in awe of the divine gifts given to me: the intimate communion with the Lord, visions of foresight that revealing of tomorrow’s details, and past akashic visions that rewind the ancient past and yesterdays.
Right? Like what a richly layered life I’ve been granted! Hey, even if forged in the crucible of an abusive childhood where there was pain, I had God, wisdom, the light.
“God” was my unwavering anchor, my eternal guide. He imparted every wisdom I hold. He taught me everything, talking to me as I went, explaining, guiding, teaching.
And he never limited the wisdom! He’s been my best friend.
From the art of mending pipes in plumbing, the spark of electrical work, the steady hand for laying floors and crafting with wood. He revealed the secrets of repairing a car, swapping a tire, gliding on ice skates, and even the ancient melodies of Hebrew speech. There’s more, far more, but those are just a few things for example.
Under His gentle guidance, I embraced sign language, excelled into theology’s depths, saw visions of history’s enigmas through the ethereal Akashic records, and with reverence. I still do and it always feels the same. I’m like a little girl eager to hear everything. Her father has to teach her. I see the same in my children. I’m glad that they want knowledge and that they take it to heart. What greater gift could they give me then to take me serious and develop compassion, virtue, and understanding? Or, furthermore, faith…
In my youth, when homelessness stripped me bare, I encountered souls from every shadowed corner, reading their souls, witnessing the insidious grip of negative spiritual forces. There’s no judgment. These individuals taught me so much about the world and all of the different characters in it. The Lord spoke to me of them. He told me every detail I needed to know, even secrets that they themselves would never speak out loud. I learned so much and that situation. So many other people fall because of it, but I bloomed. Nothing in my life has ever been in vain. Neither has yours. Everything we experience is for a greater good, only people don’t see it at the time. I’m thankful that I had the Lord to show me in those moments and I try to do that for others with my work. I’ve channeled celestial angels in the dawn of the new age, and with fierce resolve, I have even cast out demons that sought to devour good people.
This existence has been a symphony of connections. I’ve met and loved people, students that became family, strangers that came for answers and never k ee how important those moments were to me. And all from diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, and paths! And quite a few transformed into family across distances, their love, friendship, their interest in wisdom, a purpose for my soul. even though this blog is about a few things concerning my own family and children I hope that you know how much you mean to me as well. For everyone who reads this I hope you know how every reading I’ve done for you has given me a meaning to my life. I hope you know that for all the things the Lord taught me, I went through so many different situations in order to learn them and teach them to you for yours. to truly love people that I don’t see, someone I’ve never even met in person, but to care, gives me a reason to wake up every day. It’s just about having love for other people, not really about being loved in return. being a teacher is kind of like being everything to a person, a sister, a mother, a friend. It’s quite an experience. Thank you for that.
Back to Motherhood though, that sacred calling, fulfilled a longing.
And though I’ve ached for a profound spiritual energetic union, a soul-deep fusion with another, everyone does, but I find solace in the unbreakable bond to God and my children, a love so pure it eclipses all else. I have so much love, it’s more than any one relationship could give anyhow, I believe.
I’m fulfilled.
Along this journey, I’ve discovered treasured best friends, kindred spirits who keep me wanting to continue on my way.
This year, my prayers to the Lord were humble requests, my usual, but deeper… pleas for my students and their families to be enveloped in safety, intercessions for a world aching with need, and fervent hopes that my family remains united, enduring through survival’s trials. I’ve never beseeched heavenly father for opulence or extravagance. I know some of you may read that and think that talk. Could that be true when I try to look so glamorous but believe me I buy my clothes at a thrift shop lol. Literally I just have some pretty good taste in fashion and I know it looks good on myself astrologically at times, I’ll just head right on over to Goodwill or Plato’s Closet when I have a few extra bucks, and buy an outfit. I never so close away. They come back into fashion anyhow. So I do have a great variety to work, and as a channel, Im quite a few different people inside, we all have different taste in styles🤣. I have a video that I’ll be coming out with that will make more sense. The fake fur coat I’m wearing in the photo? $25. Used. Looks pricey right, it wasn’t 😆. Nonetheless, I did have one personal request since the kids’ insisted. 
One Personal, Humble Request
I did have one request. But oh, I did ask for snow as I always do. I always ask the Lord just for that simple gift of seeing the magic of snow, even a tiny bit. I ask for it annually, and twice He already graced me with it this year. Once, it already snowed a week before my earthly birthday, another mere days prior, blanketing my world in quiet wonder.
I recall when I used to go ice-skating as a girl, it was magnificent. I graced the ice like I could’ve done it professionally with my grace and skills in ballet.
But I never went again.
Not like that.
It was during the New Jersey blizzard of March 1993 and my yard itself was ice rink, frozen over by the flooded rain just a few days before the blizzard hit. After shoveling us out of the house, my father got me the ice skates from the flea market, and I asked the Lord to teach me how. Dad missed work. The snow was knee deep, some places just sheets of glistening ice! He had to shovel driveways for cash to make up for his loss of a days wage.
So I asked my best friend, my Lord, “How do I do this?”
He channeled guidance to me, as I learned, giving me strength to continue gliding across the ice as he told me, “pretend you’re flying”. I went soaring. I fell so many times🤦🏼♀️, but the Lord told me in his loving fatherly voice, even with thunderous boom behind it, still tender: “Get back up. In life you will fall, you’ll bleed, you’ll get hurt. But eventually it won’t matter.”. He was right. I became like the figure skater Tonya Harding on ice, in my yard that day. There was nobody there, just me and my Lord. I’ve gone ice-skating only twice more after that, much later, with Amber…but with rental skates that never felt right, and in an overly crowded rink. I always promised myself on my bucket list that I will get to skate like I did in my yard again like during that blizzard back then. At least one more time. I think that wish might come true this year as well too. And not with the rental skates out there at the local rinks. I’m talking about true ice-skating. That’s something I hoped for too, humbly.
Knowing my love of snow and my annual request, my youngest, Alexander, returned from school with a snowman he crafted, a masterpiece so exquisite, it could grace any shelf at a “Home Goods” store. My heart swelled to bursting, especially as he paired it with a snowman book to read together, a shared story to add holiday magic. He made it just in case the warming weather, didn’t bring me my only personal wish for real snow. How sweet!
Alex made it snow, through his craft❤️
Adriel, my darling girl, presented a soft teddy bear, and an ornament made of snowmen by her fingers, expressing her love and my hope for snow too. Alex also added a delicate silk flower, blooming eternally in my memory. All from school!
These tokens, I’ll nestle among my most cherished keepsakes, guardians of joy against time’s fade.
Adree gave me her love, on a bear.
My Gift? Their Promise
What I really wanted? For my elder children, my request was born of vulnerability: no crafts, no expenditures from strained pockets. I always share how I’m making it for now, but it’s challenging taking on the load alone. We’re taken care of, but pinching. Even still, nothing is promised.
Instead, amid the foreboding horizon of hardships ahead, I implored them to inscribe a promise on paper, that no matter the hardships later, if I’m down, they would never forsake me.
Just their word:
“We’ll always be here.”
You see, my body wages a silent war against the surgical mesh from hernia repairs long ago. Though I’ve channeled extraordinary healings to nurture my well-being, removal looms inevitable. Why persist in mending what continues making trouble from within? Psychic surgery eludes such a vast intrusion such as mesh in my abdomen. It’s a huge area and while I’m doing little by little, it’s taking a bit of time to fully repair on my own (💗 I’ll get there) but it’s a lot with having to do healings and readings for others and take care of the family too.
As healthcare burdens appeared, I feared healthcare costs increasing as I predicted January 2025 at http://www.aluracein.com and low and behold, it didn’t just raise a little, it didn’t even double, it tripled. They never sent a letter, only took what I had left in my bank leaving me in the negative. My deepest worry was abandonment. They’re getting older. When kids grow older, they move on. They take care of their own lives. I get it. But I didn’t want them to move on without me.
Especially not during one of the hardest times of my life, should that be so, as I had seen in my visions ahead.
Yet they gifted me far beyond, a profound affirmation of eternal loyalty.
Amber, my daughter, forged a ring blending her birthstone with mine, crowned by an infinity symbol, whispering of forever. Inside, etched in Hebrew, one of my soul’s cherished tongues, her vow flows like ancient poetry, binding us across eternities.
Amber’s promise of foreverOfficial in Hebrew
Noah, my son, amid his own battles trying to find work, penned words of exquisite beauty on paper, a letter that moved me to tears.
Noah & Lindsey Promised Me, Always.
Even more: his girlfriend Lindsey, who cherishes me as her own mother, knowing who I am, what I do for others, my pure heart, she too crafted her own pledge, subtle yet sincere, echoing the same unbreakable promise. It touched my heart.
A heartfelt card from my friend Mark arrived, vowing unwavering friendship through every storm. What he wrote inside, aligned so much with what I was hoping to hear from all of my loved ones. Remarkable. I cherish everything everyone does, and Mark has been an angel. But the card, the gratitude for the wisdom, his friendship and promise to get through things together? The best gift.
Then, reconnecting with Bella on the phone after too long, we and her daughter sorta exchanged mutual oaths of solidarity, saying we would always be here for each other. Bella always has a pure heart to want to help me and has so much! It’s been since 2013 now, and even when there have been long moments of silence, our friendship has always been there. I don’t think she needs any words in her promise because she’s proving it. But my kids can’t yet. They’re young, they have their pads ahead of them. Influences come and go. Just like I see my daughter Amber, changing more and more every day as she aligns herself more with her partner. In my heart, I’ll never let go of the girl I raised while he can enjoy, the woman she’s choosing to become. She is different now.
Kids grow up and change. But I wanted that promise that even if they do, they will always remain by my side. And I got those promises, even from beloved friends I didn’t ask for it from. How amazing!
Mark’s loving card, the strong bond of spiritual family.
A friend of mine named Robbie, even told me that while they couldn’t help me much with donations or financially, that he would always be there for me. That was a meaningful gift. But he and James still bailed me out of my negative bank issue! And Tobias, never fails to show me love. Her gifts humble but with love and meaning. But knowing her, more valuable.
Adriel’s Snowy Gift!
I even met one of my students in person for the first time, alone, feeling the depth of her presence, knowing she too, is family forever.
This holiday overflowed with emotion, a whirlwind of tears and triumphs. Amid terrors like soaring healthcare costs that chilled my core, foreshadowing greater struggles, I clung to the exquisite beauty of surrounding love, the fuel that propels me forward.
My students’ gratitude for the wisdom and the hope that I’ve shared with them, and the promise of standing by me in the words and eyes of my children, an unbreakable fortress.
And a dream of mine came true this year too! I always wanted a chance to take the children to see the magical Nutcracker. And this year we got to go on discounted tickets! My student Jin sent tickets to a local play in case we didn’t get to see the nutcracker which I think the kids liked more, to be honest with you!
Marjo sent a beautiful tree of love card! Sveta, Jenni, Sommer, Toby, Bella, Mark, and Avrina gave gifts to the kids, making them feel like they had a family, more than just me. Jen Riley sent us great supplies! Two bags of beans I even got to use to feed people at the shelter that I volunteer at! She not only added resources for us, but those beans with rice added from others, fed 16 families! The light spread! Whoa, so many people pulled together for me. And it’s not what they did or sent, it’s that they were there for me.
All of this was a wonderful experience, but what meant more to me, were the words that I heard and love that I was given over this holiday season from the people that mean the most to me. What a beautiful promise to hear or witness, that the people that love you the most, will never leave you, when it matters the most.
P.S: I’m also thankful for the snow that the Lord gives me. He truly never lets me down. Every year he gives me even just a little flurry, even if the week was warmer. It’s incredible how such a small little wish always comes true. I only hope that my prayers are answered for this upcoming year of 2026, not just for myself, but for everyone else out there. I truly hope that things get better for everybody, and that I can be an inspiration to many out there, of how to fight through trials and how to appreciate the beauty in your life while you do so. Life is so much more than physical, material, or monetary things, it’s the memories that you build, the bonds that you forge, and the true emotions that you share with others. But above all, it’s your belief and love of God that matters most, and what can be created out of all of that.
Without him, it wouldn’t be as profound.
Christmas 2025 really engraved itself into my soul as one of the most sentimental and meaningful memories, that I’ll cradle forever in gratitude and grace.
Me & Adriel Drive Thru The Snow Blanketed Streets December 26, 2025, two days before my earthly birthday🙏🏻. Thank you Heavenly Father.
Growing up, the Christmas holiday season was always my second favorite time of year, right after the autumn equinox.
It brought so much joy into my life, even though my father wasn’t a wealthy man. My mother wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the holidays. She didn’t spend much time playing with me in general and preferred to sit and watch soap operas all day, often claiming most of my father’s attention. And that’s okay; life is what it is.
But when Halloween or Christmas rolled around, things felt a little more special because of the deep spiritual essence of these seasons. I appreciated how profound they truly were, beyond the commercial hype, and that made me cherish this time of year even more.
In autumn, I could sense the shift in the Earth’s energy, the changing globe beneath my feet. I’d spend hours outside after school, breathing in the crisp air, grounding myself in the seasonal transition, jumping into massive leaf piles that the neighbors collaboratively raked along the street, and praying under the vast blue sky in my yard. I would give gifts to God made of things that I found like nuts or different grasses, and climb up in the tallest tree to get closer to heaven. My dad always made Halloween spectacular, even if he didn’t dress up often; but when he did, his costumes were among the best.
Christmas struck a different chord for me, literally. The winter solstice I knew, was a darker, more introspective celebration, and with my birthday just three days after Christmas, the season often carried a gloomy undertone. My mother didn’t decorate the house or cook elaborate meals. She got the artificial tree out which, was haphazardly assembled, with bent limbs left unfixed. There was no eggnog, no cookie baking, and my birthday gift doubled as my Christmas present.
Meanwhile, I watched my father’s hard-earned money go toward expensive gifts for her on her birthday or during the holidays. Still, I was always grateful, and my dad did his best to include me.
As I grew older, I knew why my mother didn’t share in the joyful activities with me like other mothers did with their daughters. I read her past, her soul, many times.
I had over 100 dolls, many from flea markets, with a new one added each Christmas until I outgrew the collection. I’d pretend to be a mom, imagining all the wonderful things I’d do with my own children someday. I harbored no resentment. I understood on a deep, psychic, and spiritual level why mom, was the way she was.
People who have been hurt, often hurt others as well. It’s a cycle. I never held it against her, but I did miss out on so much. I promised myself that I’d honor the deeper spiritual meanings of these celebrations, making them about more than just gifts or rituals.
The Lord had taught me about the angelic year, its cycles, and the “dead zone” in winter observances, even before this lifetime. So, as a young girl, I vowed to grow up and celebrate authentically: giving to those in need, offering sentimental rather than lavish gifts to loved ones.
No matter how hard I tried, responses from others weren’t always consistent. I’d send cards to everyone I knew, but after a year or two, they’d stop reciprocating. Still, I’d persist.
Before my business officially took off in 2013, money was tight, and I’d rely on Toys for Tots for my kids, Amber and Noah, until my spiritual mission as a teacher started succeeding. My dad did the same for me sometimes when I was a kid and things were tight. You can’t imagine my pride in finally providing for them in ways I couldn’t before. Then came Adree; things were improving, and with my dad still around, I was thrilled to do more for all the kids, even my new little girl, than I’d ever thought possible.
Back when funds were low, I’d still bake cookies and celebrate the sacred spirituality in Earth’s duality of winter. Finally, after my father passed, I had Alex, plus mounting bills. I was blessed with miraculous help, but as my business slowed, that support stretched thinner, covering living expenses for our growing family.
That’s life. We adapt.
When you can’t do as much, you get creative to keep things fun and bright, whether grieving a loss, facing financial strain, or feeling alone. Remember, the holidays are about your connection to heaven and spirit, personal growth cycles, gratitude amid challenges, and the lessons of this earthly experience.
Even though this Christmas is a little tough, Amber and I decided to go all out with the Elf on the Shelf to bring cheer and anticipation for the kids. We played around with this last year, but this year, we’ve brainstormed some fantastic ideas.
We take turns each day setting up new scenarios, and the kids rush home from school excited to discover what the elves are up to. I feel lucky, too. My father always wanted to take me to see The Nutcracker as a child, hoping I’d become a ballerina, since he loved the arts. After he passed, I started the tradition in his memory, but the kids were too young before. My older ones weren’t as interested. This year, a student gifted us tickets to a local show with Nutcracker elements, and I was also able to snag family seats for the full ballet back in June when they were just $20 each. I was still trying to make ends meet helping my mom then, but I set the money aside, knowing the flyers come out around that time.
So, we’ll enjoy that magical experience, plus the gifted show, alongside our Elf antics. It’s making this year truly bright.
We’ve been lighting candles daily in honor of spirit, ancestors, the Earth, and those in need. I’ve been donating time at the soup kitchen, grateful for all the Lord has provided. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I usually volunteer at the animal shelter in summer, but I like rotating my charitable efforts to help a bit of everything and everyone. Seeing people’s faces light up over a warm meal has been incredibly rewarding. It’s hectic doing it between work, my second part time job, and my responsibilities but it sure makes my heart glow!
I also stopped celebrating my birthday on December 28th, years ago, shifting it to a more sacred date tied to a profound spiritual moment in my celestial journey. It also eases the gift burden on family and friends. This year, I insisted on no presents for me; I meant it, as I do every year, though they usually ignore me.
Instead, I asked for cards with a promise: that no matter how hard things get, they’ll stand by my side. And if possible, to do something nice for someone else, a donation or helping hand. I was touched that my little ones said they were more worried about me than asking Santa for much, though I managed to get them some things.
I’m sharing this to remind everyone that life and holidays transcend commercialism. These seasons can sometimes bring people down, but understanding their true roots reveals deeper, positive meanings year after year. For me, it’s cherishing priceless moments with my kids, collaborating creatively with my oldest daughter, witnessing their genuine love by honoring my no-gift request and promises of support, and helping others.
Sure, winter, whether Saturnalia, Yule, or Christmas, has its duality. Amid the optimism and blessings, I can’t deny moments of sadness missing my dad in his previous physical form or worrying about finances like any mother. But life is so much more than the material. These memories are the greatest gifts, ones I’ll carry forever. And my dad finally gets to see the Nutcracker in his new form 😉. God is good.
I thank God for them daily. I hope this inspires you to seek out those little moments, too.
Here are some of the Elf on the Shelf ideas Amber and I came up with:
The first scenario had our elves, one boy and one girl, taking off in the kids’ Barbie cars with Adree and Alex’s Barbies.
Next, Amber created a zip line where the boy elf, Sparky, rescued our female elf, Elvie, from getting stuck in a Christmas stocking.
Another day, Amber fashioned a parachute for the elves and had them draw beards on the kids’ pictures.
One of my ideas was having the girl elf attempt a ride on the ceiling fan, with little treats scattered as hints for the kids to follow when they get home from school, leading them to the elves’ hiding spot.
It’s so much fun. I see so many people making a big deal out of these types of things on TikTok, repetitively, posting, just for views. And so I wanted to share it for those who value my work and like to read my thoughts or what I have to say, here in a more intimate place at my online diary platform.
I think the biggest thing that I hope for by sharing my life publicly at all, isn’t to gain sympathy, and it certainly isn’t to gain fame. We all know that’s never going to happen😂. But what I hope to gain from it is that I can inspire other people to see the beauty, even in the ugliest times of life. I hope that people can see that God is there for them, even when it seems that he’s not. He’s there, in the love that you find around you, or even if you don’t receive it, he’s found in the love that you give. I hope people can come to realize that while they waste time worrying about every little thing excessively, that they miss out on the time that they could have had with people that matter. Not everything has to be what the world makes it into, you can create your own reality.
Nonetheless, I hope that this story made a few people laugh. And if not, I hope that it inspired someone to get out there and do something nice for other people or someone. It takes your mind off of what’s happening in your own life, and it certainly shows you that it may not be as bad as some other people have it, and that you have the ability to make someone’s situation better. Isn’t that the cycle of life? It should also bring a great realization that this world has really taken the true meaning out of so many things, and what they’ve turned things into has literally beaten people down into the ground as slaves. Value the people in your life, and do as much good as you can. And if you have the ability to bless others, do so. It’s the people that matter the most because they are what carry the weight of God within them, no material man-made created thing holds such value. Don’t waste time, allowing the world to push you down to where you stop feeling like you care about the things you used to, and can’t seem to find joy anymore. Don’t look back on the things that you didn’t have with anger or resentment, but with love and understanding, and change the cycles that you saw and didn’t like, through your own actions. That’s one way you break through the duality.
I hope everybody has a wonderful holiday season. 
