Samhain 2026: The Deeper Vision of Our Halloween Costumes

Welcome, everybody, to spooky season.

It wouldn’t be tradition if I didn’t share something for this wonderful time of year as we prepare to enter what the angels have called the dead zone. There’s a subtle toning down in the air no matter where you are, a quiet shift as the divine feminine rests and the season of harvest and reflection begins. This year feels especially different with Venus in retrograde, inviting us to look deeper at the true roots of Halloween, the innocence it was meant to hold, and the beauty that has so often been corrupted. We tried to show what Venus in retro shows on both sides. Beauty, the scary, the consequence, and fear. Next year, we’ll return it back direct, with Heaven. I hope you understand the symbolism.

We’re getting ready to enter what the angels have called the dead zone. It’s not like that in other parts of the world, obviously, where it’s hot and beautiful like Florida or the Caribbean, or sometimes in the Middle East and Africa. But there’s just something in the air. A toning down of sorts, no matter where you are. 

Therefore, it’s not just about it being cold or wintry, although for people who live in areas that get snow, it certainly adds to it.

I’ve been thinking about my life lately, and I truly want to leave New Jersey. We can’t afford the house anyway, but with all the predictions saying that we need to get on a plan, we need to start figuring out what we’re going to do in regards to saving money and finding a better location. I would love to live somewhere where it’s fair weather most of the time, but to be honest with you, I would miss seeing the changing seasons and the winter snow, which I pray for at least once a year on my birthday, as many of you know.

Today is Halloween. My father, as a mystic, never really did reveal that by mouth until later confessions after I started my business. He would make little remarks here and there about the things I shared, which showed me that he was someone I could lean on more with my psychic gifts and experiences. Without him, I don’t know where I would be. I see how God worked through him at times, but the Word sometimes said things that were far above anything my father could provide in terms of knowledge. And even when my father thought he was right, being the older and wiser one, he was wrong. Still, he did share a love of Halloween.

Halloween is not truly on October 31, as many people think. In many of my blogs, I’ve described the changing of the new year. It used to be in April, which is true. This is the true start of the zodiac calendar, and it’s when spring comes and things are represented by the goddess to be reborn. In this, the April Fools joke comes from the fact that the government changed it to January to start a new calendar in Capricorn, where they were leading their age toward the end in their agenda. Funny how they knew about it even then, right? If you look at my book, The Veil of Illusion: The Rise of the Antichrist, I go into this more, although I’m sure that a lot of the information is out there now with a lot of conspiracy theories throughout the years, whistleblowers, and also people that have come across my stuff.

Nonetheless, the true start of the harvest celebrations was September 21 at the turn of the earth and its equinox. This is where the true holiday began, to celebrate the innocence of nature and saying goodbye to the goddess and welcoming the masculine spirit back for a time. Just like the sun goes up every night and dies for the moon to rise symbolically, the seasons go through their birth and rebirth. But everything is represented by spirit, for all is consciousness. And the consciousness of spring in season is the divine feminine.

However, this year I did something different. Venus went into retrograde in October. Right as we approached, the divine goddess went into a reversal state. Venus is representing the goddess because in many traditions, mythology, and so on, Venus is the planet of a feminine vibe and of love and beauty. There are deeper spiritual reasons why Venus is the one for that, but we’ll go into that another time. For now, I thought, what would be a great way to represent our goddess in her reverse state? And then you have to think about women when they’re not in their right mind. They want attention, they want to feel beautiful, they want to be wanted, they want to know that they’re loved.

So I started to do a few dance videos to show women that they could be beautiful without being trashy, to show them that they can be alluring without being too much, but only for the time. For everything has a time, and I believe I added that scripture in there as well. As Ecclesiastes 3:4 says, “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” And so I projected the female energy of the goddess while also promoting a new video on YouTube about Venus going retrograde, explaining what it would do with relationships and how people would feel within, and even in careers. If you want to check it out, it’s up: Venus Said “Let’s Review the Receipts”: Divine Feminine Lessons This Fall. You can find more on my channel at www.youtube.com/AluraCein. 

If not, that’s okay too. But that was why I started the videos. Plus I love music of all kinds and I love the dance, so I started with a few of my favorite songs, and I may keep posting them with a lot of wisdom but just in different ways. But for the Venus retrograde, I wanted it to represent her in all her stunning beauty. It’s definitely not a reel for people to look at me, so please, if you had that thought in mind, know that I’m just channeling the goddess energy for a moment. Although I do try to channel her a lot, in this lifetime, since I’ve already mastered her energy a long time ago, as well as the Heavenly Father’s with my enlightenment, I do try to focus more on the balance of their teachings. 

They are one.

As many of you know, I don’t like horror. Although I am a fan of deeply paranormal movies because I live the experience, and I like to see how they tried to recreate it. Some movies really do have a really great way of explaining things that I’ve seen, just like my example of Insidious in the soul swapping video I did. But I don’t like blood or gore, and I won’t watch it. I don’t watch any sexualized adult content or anything like that. I watch a lot of children’s movies, even before I had the little ones. We used to watch beautiful Chinese dramas, spiritually related television or shows, meditation music, or we would be learning something from heavenly homework or meditating transcendentally. But I have learned so many things, including instruments, which I’d also like to share, but I’ve been a little bit hesitant because I would prefer to wait until I’m really good. But who cares, right? We’re all in the process of learning something, and I think I’ve done okay. Maybe I’ll pop a video up here and there.

Nonetheless, I was trying to think of really great characters for my kids for Halloween costumes, and I thought, since we’re broke this year, it would be cool if we could use what we had. Adriel, one of the cheerleaders, she’s already a cheerleader. We have her costume. We can dress her up a little bit, make her a bit spooky if she wants. It’s okay, make her a ghost or something like that in the costume. And then Alexander can do the same with his baseball gear. I was like, spirit of a deceased baseball player. I was going to do a referee.

Yet because of my son Noah liking to be an agitator, seemingly every year having to pick a costume that he knows absolutely terrifies the crap out of me, he had to go and pick a scary clown every single year of his life. Yet one movie that I forbid is Terrifier. This movie is absolutely horrifying and reminds me of something you’d see on the dark web. They certainly took the horror genre in a whole different direction with that one. It’s absolutely despicable. Especially the last one, because my son said they actually had children killed in the movie, which is absolutely unacceptable. In this respect, my son Alexander thought it’d be funny to dress up as a killer clown from outer space because he heard me talking to my son Noah about how my dad watched the movie once and it scared me with nightmares for a long time when I was a little girl. Looking back, the movie is ridiculous and really stupid, or too much for a little kid. Thinking about all the starseeds I know about, and different spirits that can look kind of terrifying, clownish and evil, the face of a clown just always got to me. And so Noah was supposed to pair up with his little brother and dress up like one of the killer clowns too that year, but he decided to go a different route with his girlfriend, and little Alexander got stuck being Shorty the clown from Killer Klowns from Outer Space instead. He thought it was absolutely funny because he asked me which clown out of all of them I was more scared of, and when I showed him, he went for the smaller one because, being little, he thought it would be cuter than being a little more of the scarier ones. With this costume, he won a costume contest at a kids’ fun place. I know I probably told many of you about this before, so I’ll skip the details and just jump into what we’re doing this year.

Aside from my ghostly referee and cheerleader and baseball player, I was thinking maybe we all met in the underworld because of the sports. I mean, we’re all going to be together in spirit one day too anyhow, and we did do the sports as we were living, so I thought it was very symbolic. But we went a bit further with Alexander’s costume in the symbolism. He wanted to be cool like his big brother and do something that was very Halloween-like. And so we flipped through characters, and obviously I’m not going to dress them up like some serial killer or something terrible like that because I would be against that. But there is this little guy named Sam from the movie Trick ’r Treat. I have not watched this movie myself, and I beg you not to as well. I had to do research on the character and what it represented, and that was all. But while I was there, there were movie clips, and it’s definitely something I don’t recommend watching if you’re trying to stick to clean material. I get the idea of the movie and what it’s representing, and I’ll get to that in a minute. But there is a little character who is a tiny little guy in a onesie, walking around with this little pumpkin lollipop innocently with his little sackcloth head. 

To me, I knew there had to be something deeper to the character itself, and so I explored.

I remember when they were tiny bears! Instagram @alifeofvirtues show their life story. Check it out!

The character is named Sam, obviously because the name of Halloween, which is Samhain. And he is said to embody the size of a child to represent the innocence of Halloween and what it’s really supposed to represent: the innocence of nature, people remembering spirit and purity, love, fertility. His body does not have blood, but it’s filled with pumpkin seeds, and when he takes the mask off, he is a horrifying, skeletal pumpkin guy. And the reason for that is because of his anger that he has towards humans and what they’ve turned Halloween into. And so I like that idea because I feel the same way. Now, I think the little guy does kill people in the movie that are bad, and I don’t agree with any vigilante type of stuff or murders, but I did think if we just stuck to a lollipop, it would be a cute little costume for what it deeply represented, solidly in terms of nature and the spirit of the holiday. And so that’s what Alexander is going to be.

Alex found a neighbor had a blow up Sam on their lawn!

I remember I didn’t get to do Halloween much when I was a little girl. My mother didn’t do anything with me much, and to be honest with you, my dad only got to do Halloween with me a few times because he worked so much to keep things going. But when he did, he really liked to dress up, and so this is a very special time of year to remember him, and since he also passed away in October, one of his favorite seasons. But it’s more than that. I respect the divine feminine as she goes to sleep. People need to see that the beauty of what things are meant to represent are often so greatly corrupted here. In my past lifetime, I remember the holiday and how it’s changed even up until present day, and it’s heart-wrenching. Nature, rest, and getting ready to collect the seeds for next year’s growth as you collect what you’ve built or grown already. A very powerful way of looking at the year so that you can always remain planting those seeds and collecting for the next harvest so that you’re always in some form of growth or movement. 

My zombie cheerleader.

Whether it be wisdom seeds for spirituality and growth, or working hard on goals so that you can survive, the harvest time represents always being prepared for anything. And that shouldn’t have turned into a holiday representing serial killers, or a cash grab for candy and money for one day out of what’s supposed to be celebrated the entire season.

I love you all!

Alura

Vows of Eternal Love: A Spiritual Christmas of Grace and Unbreakable Promises & Unforgettable Memories

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 forever
Official 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.

Creating Holiday Joy!

Two playful elves soaring through a starry night sky in Santa’s magical sleigh pulled by reindeer, trailing a festive banner that reads “Alura says, create joy.” This image captures the essence of a heartfelt story about finding deeper spiritual solace in seasonal cycles, honoring true holiday meanings through creativity and gratitude, and inspiring others to make the best of life’s challenges by focusing on what truly matters.
Are Holidays, Just Holidays To You?

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. 

Our Family’s New Character

It’s always been a cherished family tradition for us to dress in full costumes for Halloween, ever since I was a little girl. My father started the custom—fall was his favorite time of year, and his costumes were always unforgettable. He’d go all out as a wild werewolf, his facial hair perfect for the look, and he made every Halloween magical.

Our family has always been close—Mom, Dad, me, and, when we were lucky, a few brothers who would visit. Later, my own children joined in, and we did our best to brighten one another’s lives since we were all each other had. My mom, though, wasn’t into decorating for Christmas or holidays in general, and she didn’t enjoy cooking for them either. I’m not saying that to criticize—just sharing how things were. Because of that, I always got extra excited when Dad was involved, because he would go all out.

One year, he dressed me as the Wicked Witch of the West, painted green from head to toe. That remains the best Halloween costume I’ve ever had. Before that, Mom would walk me around the block for trick-or-treats, dressing me as a little hobo instead of a costume. I do remember once dressing as Madonna in the 80s once, but that’s about all I recall.

Most Halloweens I’d throw something on and call it a costume, but my father truly made that one year special. Truly, I only want my kids to have everything that I never did. 

I’m a psychic, and I do enjoy some horror, though I’m not into gore or serial killers. My father loved horror movies, and I remember being around six when Friday the 13th came out. We lived in a two-story apartment, and I was terrified Jason Voorhees would break through my window. He hadn’t even planned to scare me, but I caught glimpses and had nightmares, so I’ve never been drawn to the gory side of Halloween.

The Lord has always reminded us that this season is about harvest, gratitude for the year’s blessings, and remembrance of those who are no longer with us. That perspective has guided me through the holidays. When my father grew ill, he could do less, but we still kept the tradition alive in spirit. My son Noah got his own tradition going of horror-inspired costumes, trying to top his grandpa, though not always successfully. He’d dress as a clown to tease me, though I know it’s all in fun and in honor of the memories we share.

Noah has grown into an adult, and time has flown. For his last Halloween, Alexander wanted to do it with him. Noah found the Killer Klowns from outer space game on his Xbox and has been hooked ever since. Noah told Alex about Killer Klowns from Outer Space, a movie that shaped my fears as a child.

He found the new video game adaptation and both boys loved watching my reactions. 

For the past couple of years, Alexander has allowed me to dress him in adorable outfits, first a teddy bear, then a vampire, and even a Ghostbusters getup. This year, he wanted to outdo his big brother.

My little bears.

Alexander decided he wanted to dress as a killer clown from that movie and game, to connect with his brother and honor our family history. I hesitated, given what the costume represents, but I allowed it for one year because this would be a special moment before Noah passes the torch to Alexander. I bought the Shorty Klown costume for him, and I hoped it would be a meaningful experience for all of us.

Save Snow White From The Poisoned Apple Prince!

Alex literally planned this all year!

At the last minute, Noah changed his mind about what he wanted to be, leaving Alexander to face the clown idea alone. It broke his heart a bit that his big brother bailed. Noah will still trick-or-treat, but he chose a different theme with Lindsey this year. I won’t lie, the moment stung a little, because I think it’s wrong to break a child’s trust. Still, I believe Noah learned from it, and he apologized. Still, Alex was heart broken. I prayed to the Lord to cheer him up.

Who ya gonna call!

Then something magical happened. I asked the Lord for guidance, and we visited a haunted attraction. Surrounded by people in freaky clown makeup, Alexander found joy and encouragement from the actors who admired his bravery. He even won a contest for his costume. A separate event at a trampoline park featured Adriel and Alexander in their costumes, and Alexander’s Killer Clown look placed first. It felt like a reconciliation of hearts, even if Noah’s path was different.

Hogwarts Anyone?

This year, Alexander has taken the lead as the family’s new star—his costume is the scariest in our clan, and he earned a prize for it. While I might not be fond of the killer clown idea, I’m grateful for his courage and his deep love for me, keeping Dad’s memory alive. I wish he’d chosen a different theme, but I understand why he did it, and I’m glad he wanted to honor our family’s history.

Scary!

I do worry slightly about the space clown concept—imagery of monsters that look like clowns, with a movie that once frightened me as a little girl. But seeing Alexander’s heart and his desire to make me happy reminds me that the best part of Halloween is family, celebrating together, supporting one another, and keeping our loved ones close.

My two youngest children, Adriel and Alexander, are filled with love and goodness, and I’m deeply grateful for them. Adriel even had a hopeful moment when God answered her wishes on her paper airplane, that brought us luck.

All in all, even though Noah’s choice wasn’t very thoughtful, I’m grateful that everything turned out beautifully for Alexander. He bounced back from being let down by his big brother, drew praise from many horror fans, and even won the prize. He put so much thought and heart into it, and he truly deserved the positive recognition and love it brought him.

Love you Dad, you are missed in every moment. Yet, you are still here with us.😇