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Minneapolis Shooting: My Heart Dies A Little More Each Day

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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.

Renee Nicole Good, ICE Raids, Minneapolis shooting of mother.
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.

Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey
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?

Not only for her, but for the world too.

Giving Back: Love Means So Much More

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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.

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

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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.

Never Buy The iPhone 16!

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Hey everyone, my dear friends, quick update from the heart.

I’m so sorry for my little quiet spell, and I deeply appreciate your patience with me. A few months ago, I lost my trusty iPhone 13 Pro. Oh, what a wonderful device it was, with its amazing camera and those easy editing features that made everything flow so smoothly. Even back then, I faced some challenges: there were echoes and background voices whenever I spoke with my son, who is the only person I usually talk to on the phone, unless I have an appointment which is rare due to my heightened sensitivity.

If you recall, my other phone (13 pro) stopped working the day I bumped my head during the summer. I had gotten dizzy from a vision I had while carrying Adree and Alex’s little pool party tray. I fell and hit the leg of the table. If you remember, I passed out briefly, and Adriel stayed by my side, using the phone to keep herself occupied until I came to. The screen burned out and went dark.

I upgraded to the iPhone 16 SE, and it’s been quite a hassle. Texts and calls from loved ones, like my wonderful best friend and my sweet son Noah, don’t always come through. Some text messages do arrive, but others don’t, and I’m missing calls left and right. I’ve lovingly checked “Do Not Disturb”, airplane mode, and made sure no one’s blocked, and everything looks good, but there’s a strange glitch getting in the way. I’ve even heard from some of you that you’ve texted me for weeks and I haven’t seen a thing. Please know I don’t understand what’s going on either, but I’m hopeful a new phone will help.

I’m not receiving notifications from social media either, so I’m checking messages manually across platforms. There are so many wonderful people, dear reader, and it’s a lot to jump between, some messages don’t even appear, which weighs on my heart.

I use this phone for my work, recording, filming, all the creative things I adore, and calls can disrupt knock me out of the recording, having to start all over. So, I’ve held back from sharing a new number, and asked everyone who dies have it, not to call rabdonly. Texts and calls have always pulled me out of my recordings. It’s a shame, but that’s how it’s been. I can’t afford to have to re-record a 90 minute reading 45 minutes in already. My schedule is too hectic. 

The traffic to my website has felt overwhelming, so I’ve kept my text box small to stay present with those who reach out. I’ve explained that I can’t take calls right now, so people text me at certain times to stay connected. I am ultra-sensitive to phone conversations anyhow, even with the kindest energy. I’m a bit older now and my capacity for it is gentler.

Even my lovely children know not to call me on the phone, but Noah is away with Lindsey. I treasure our nightly conversations, so we schedule a time to speak when he’s not visiting. If I don’t call, he calls me, but right now those calls aren’t even coming through. He thought I was mad at him for not answering, and I felt awful explaining that there’s something wrong with my phone.

I’m making do with this imperfect device for now. If you’ve been trying to reach me and it’s been crickets, please know it’s because of the phone.

On top of that, there are some website and classroom glitches: my students can’t move to the next lesson, even though I’ve cleared the hurdles with care. I’ll have my tech-savvy editor friend, a true blessing, look into it.

In the meantime, I’m pushing through with all the love I have to post as many videos as I can to keep things fresh and inspiring. I hope you’re enjoying them and feeling the warmth in every one.

I believe it’s better to post something, than nothing at all, especially when communication is imperfect.

After my father passed and Alexander was born, I went MIA online for a bit to focus on finishing readings, so I paused posting. I also wanted to give people time and space because some misunderstandings arose about my Facebook group and my motivation. I know some people were trying to push the wrong ideas. and again, messages that were supposed to go to one inbox, landed in another, making it hard for me to find where my friends were texting me. It’s happening the same way with my phone and for the life of me I cannot figure out what’s wrong.  I never intend to make anyone feel left out.

I don’t want anyone to feel out of the loop. It’s never intentional, and my heart aches when it seems otherwise. When one thing is fixed, something else can arise, but God is good. He always helps us find a better path, showering us with grace. And I’ve found a solution!

For now, I’m taking messages through my app (which I read with full attention), though there are many, so please bear with me as I get everything fixed. A kind friend offered to help with a new phone, and I’m grateful for that.

I’ll get everything back on track soon and keep our connections strong and full of love.

I’m truly sorry from the bottom of my heart for any mix-ups or frustration. I’m not ignoring anyone on purpose, ever. I can record again and hope to complete some sessions this week, including life coaching clients. I am also working on lessons, and Akasha readings which take a lot to provide, while working two days a week as a filing and data entry assistant at an office.

In the meantime, some notifications, calls, and messages may not connect.

I also want you to know I’ll have an October spell confirmation blog going up soon. Some orders were marked as fulfilled on the website, so please look for your numbers when it’s posted. If you’re due for an upgrade and considering the iPhone 16, please know I don’t recommend it. It’s been fraught with issues for me, and I’ve always had a knack for technology, yet this model hasn’t served me well. If you’re reading this, please don’t spend your money on the 16SE. be honest with you though, since it happens to me a lot, I’m starting to wonder if it’s someone messing around with my devices on the other end of the Internet, or if it’s just my psychic energy that disrupts everything. Talking about this in the “Beyond The Veil” YouTube series, I mentioned how I am a psychic conduit of energy, and it could be that I’m attracting too much of it that it’s interfering with my devices as well. But I think it might be a blend of both.

I should have my new phone tomorrow.

Thank you all for your loving support and understanding. I love you all tons.

Time & Lessons: Virtue In Seeing Life Truly

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Each day, countless souls drift through existence, as if time were an endless river, unaware that every ripple is a fleeting gift, their actions suggesting tomorrow is promised, their hearts sometimes lashing out at loved ones in moments of passing frustration, or their minds too preoccupied to whisper words of love to those they cherish.

They cling to the phrase, “You only live once,” and though I feel the pulse of that metaphor, it misses the deeper truth. I know that we live countless lifetimes, each a thread in the stitches of time that is the journey of our eternal soul.

As someone who carries the vivid echoes of my own past lives, I share this truth to awaken others to their timeless journey. Yet, even if they cannot touch those distant memories, so many squander the sacred moments of now, and though life’s demands press heavily, they must gaze through a looking glass of wonder, seeing each heartbeat as a precious chapter in the soul’s eternal story.

My message here, is a cry from the heart, to show the world that every moment is a spark of divinity, urging you to chase the moments you long for, and if they miss you, pursue them anew. If time feels scarce, seek it with determination, grasping even the smallest fragment, for every second is a treasure in this fleeting life.

For me, a soul called to serve, forever sought by those who need my voice, I strive to hold close the connections I’ve forged, reaching out to as many as I can each month, yet my heart aches, knowing I cannot touch every life as deeply as I yearn to. My dream was never to stand apart leading, but to dwell united among those whose spirits I’ve touched through my work, a vibrant community of pure hearts, bound by love, brought together with our families, never alone. I truly dreamed of having that community. I once wrote in here, about my own three paths to fate and that dream was one of them.

My heart has bled to bind souls together, to create a place to live, of unity where love reigns, yet the relentless tide of my work, my ceaseless service to others, has often torn me from those I yearn to hold close, leaving me adrift in the currents of devotion.

I’ve learned to heed the subtle signs, whispered along the sacred timeline of my life, revealing that this dream of togetherness may not unfold as my soul once hoped, and now, standing at this tender juncture, I see a new path unfurling, a divinely crafted path by heaven’s gentle hand.

That’s okay, for I trust the cosmos chooses the way, and we, as humble servants, follow its guidance. At times, shadows rise against us, forces that obscure the light, yet I know there are always other paths, possibilities stretching into the eternal, offering solace when one dream fades, guiding me to a place where my soul finds its footing.

Though that vision of unity was a sacred ache in my heart, I cradle every moment the Divine bestows, even missed opportunities, as treasures that glow within my soul, carried across lifetimes, eternal treasures of grace.

I can still see it, a vision so vivid it pierces my heart, a sanctuary where kindred spirits gather, souls who resonate with my own, hungering for spiritual strength, craving the divine embrace of support. I imagine us together, not centered on one, but bound as one, our families brought together in laughter, sharing feasts of love, our rituals, shared activities like we did online but in person, nurturing life in harmony.

Yet, as I stand in the year 2025, my lips may name the date, but my spirit, a superconsciousness, dances across the realms, channeling souls of varied light and wisdom, losing myself in their essence, forgetting the earthly now.

I am grateful for my journals, my diaries, and the cherished friends who anchor me, sending reminders of the date when I’ve wandered too far.

Time slips like starlight through open hands, and as I gaze upon the world’s shifting tides, I know my path leads to a place where every moment unfolds for a divine purpose. I won’t name which of the three paths I tread, or if it’s a sacred blend, but this journey, from the echoes of past lives to the heartbeat of this moment, is like a mosaic, created with beauty, truth, and eternal love.

Carrying multiple spirits within my vessel, I sometimes ache to enjoy life’s simple joys, for one part of me gazes from a divine summit, seeing truths beyond human grasp, setting me in a world apart, teaching, lecturing, speaking parables of a love so vast it defies earthly understanding.

Another part, childlike, clings to the joy of youth, not in a human sense, but in the eternal essence of spirit, living in heaven’s wisdom, alive with playfulness.

In spiritual teachings, some teach to release attachments, and so I hold none, yet my heart overflows with love, for love is not possession, not ownership, but a sacred river, flowing through virtues like grace and patience, and when it shifts or fades, we must embrace it with unwavering acceptance, our hearts untouched by loss.

Too many take love for granted, chasing romance or friendship to fill their own voids, blind to its selfish roots. Why do they seek companions, friends, or cling to those they cherish? Too often, it’s for what they crave, not what they can give, but true love, divine love, is whole, seeking only to pour out, never to grasp.

In my Tantra course, I guide my students to see love’s true celestial form, a force unlike the fleeting desires of the human heart. On earth, people tremble at change, fear the loss of those they hold dear, but in heaven’s light, we love fiercely, we weep for those we release, yet we let them go, knowing it’s the soul’s sacred path.

When dreams unravel, when paths diverge, humans cast blame on God or themselves, but in the divine, we seek the greater purpose, trusting it serves the eternal good.

People though, they chase selfish desires to feel whole, but to love divinely is to be whole already, to give without seeking, to let love flow like starlight, untouched by need.

I look back on my life, through the echoes of past lives, the lessons of this one, and I embrace past, present, future, as a single, eternal now, my heart yearning to share this wisdom, to guide you to live with a soul ablaze, cherishing every fleeting moment as a divine gift

I’ve come to see this vision may not fully bloom in this life, and as a presence woven into the digital threads of countless lives, I may remain a voice, a light, even after I’ve crossed into the next realm. That’s okay, because these bonds, though often unseen, pulse with eternal truth in my heart, as real as the breath I draw.

It humbles me to stand among women my age, in their 40s, and witness how many have yet to uncover the sacred keys to health, or perhaps have not found the will to embrace them fully. Even I, with all I’ve learned, am not untouched by life’s trials, catching a cold every few years, though it passes swiftly, bearing a few wrinkles, my voice sometimes trembling from endless speaking and teaching. Childbirth has etched its story on my body, leaving hernias from four children and C-sections, and when I look back, my childhood was a crucible of illness, mumps, chickenpox, allergies to dust, an acute sensitivity to sunlight, all intensified by my Rh-negative blood. My mother, without the wisdom or means to heal me, could only watch, and as a child, I had not yet found the tools I now wield to nurture my body and soul.

As I grew, I turned inward, plumbing the depths of existence, and at just 12, I knew my father would leave this world when I would be in my 30s, not from words spoken about his health medically, back at that time, but from the quiet knowing of my psychic gift. I’ve always seen those I would lose, when they would depart, down to the intricate paths of my own life, even glimpsing alternate roads, where futures might shift if destiny veered from my visions, revealing what could unfold in those unwalked paths.

My memories of past lives deepen this knowing, like lanterns illuminating patterns across time, yet each vision was like watching an hourglass, its sand slipping away for every soul and moment.

Still, I held life’s fragile beauty as splendor, cherishing each instant despite the weight of my foresight, and though that knowing broke my heart, it dug gratitude into my very being, it streams in my veins.

Through arguments, disagreements, family trials, I learned that love’s eternal bonds are what endure. You know, there’s a song called, “Forever Young that pierces my soul, don’t we all long to hold time still?

As a child, its melody drew tears, for I felt the fleeting nature of existence, and another song, “Dust in the Wind,” sings the truth of our impermanence. Even with those who stand as enemies, I hold no hatred, no anger, for they are teachers, their presence a mirror for growth, and I seek to understand their hearts, releasing bitterness. I don’t waste breath on arguments unless rooted in unshakable conviction, always speaking with loving truth, knowing when to step away, yet always returning to offer love, not resentment. I stand firm, never letting others trample my spirit, yet my heart remains open, helping others, never abandoning them, discerning the balance between perseverance and endurance, shielding myself from toxicity or abuse.

If I must protect others, standing in the storm to shield them, I never regret my sacrifice, but I guard against losing myself in their struggles.

Looking back, through the lessons, the souls I’ve loved, those I’ve lost, those still near, my vision remains steadfast, we must cradle every moment as sacred, in this life and all others.

Gaze upon your moments with tenderness, even the mistakes, learning to laugh at them, drawing wisdom from every encounter, even with yourself. See life as a movie you’ve lived, its highlights glowing across every genre, pushing aside insecurity to embrace your quirks, your beautiful strangeness, for I believe we’re all a little wild, a little wondrously odd.

Speak to others from the heart, never with scorn, meeting them where they stand, knowing each soul hears your words through their own lens, and in this, you’ll find meaning in every breath you take. If you can’t prioritize what matters most in every moment, seize even a fleeting microsecond before it slips away. Live, don’t linger in the shadow of death, live with a heart ablaze, knowing this life is but a chapter, embracing its impermanence with joy, for stories rise and fall, and through them, countless chapters unfold, even in the afterlife, this is the eternal way of things.

I strive to nurture my health, to linger in this life as long as I can, yet I know a day will come when I’ll step beyond, and that truth echoes as it did in my youth, awaiting the futures I’ve seen. Only, my own.

I look at pictures of myself and think, “You shine on the outside, you’re holding strong within,” but time remains the silent guide, taking us through this life’s chapters into the next.

Advice from the Heart:

Chase the moments that set your soul alight, and if they slip beyond your grasp, create them anew with the fire of your spirit, seeking even the smallest fragment of time, for each breath is a sacred spark in your eternal flame. Know this life is but one verse in the soul’s unending song, and even if past lives remain veiled, live each day as a holy pilgrimage, gazing through a looking glass of awe, where every moment pulses with divine intent.

Tend to your body and spirit as sacred vessels, forgiving the stumbles, for each gentle step toward wholeness echoes through eternity, binding this life to the next.

In sorrow or loss, seek the truth of life’s dance, for gratitude transforms pain into wisdom, anchoring you in the eternal across all lifetimes. When paths diverge, trust the divine hand that guides them, for heaven places every moment for a purpose, and even missed chances are treasures, carried in your soul’s embrace.

If shadows rise against you, seek the alternate paths, plans of possibility, knowing the Divine always offers a way forward, guiding you to where your heart belongs.

Live not as one tethered to earthly need, but as a soul radiant with divine love, giving without grasping, letting go with grace, for true love is a river that flows without end, untouched by loss. Embrace the multiple spirits within you, whether you see from a divine summit or dance with childlike joy, for each perspective is a gift, a lens to see the eternal.

Teach others, as I do, to seek love’s celestial form, to release the fear of change, to let go without clinging, knowing that every soul’s journey is sacred, even when it leads away.

Live with a heart wide open, ablaze with the ferocity of the stars, cherishing every moment as a divine gift, for though time may fade in this life, the love you carry echoes through every lifetime, an eternal song of grace.

With those who oppose you, release anger, seeing them as sacred teachers, their presence a mirror for your growth, speaking with loving truth, stepping away when needed, yet always returning with a heart full of love, not bitterness. Stand unshaken in your truth, never yielding to those who would diminish you, yet keep your heart open, helping others, never forsaking them, while guarding against the poison of toxicity, knowing the difference between enduring and persevering.

Look back on every moment, even missteps, with a tender smile, laughing at your own stumbles, drawing wisdom from each encounter, seeing life as a cinema, its highlights vivid in every genre, embracing your unique, wondrous oddity, for we are all beautifully strange. Speak to every soul from your heart’s depths, never with judgment, meeting them where they stand, for each perceives through their own sacred lens, and in this, you’ll uncover the meaning spoken into every breath.

Trust the quiet knowing within, and if you carry past lives’ memories, as I do, let them guide others to their own truth, but if those memories remain hidden, know your soul is still writing its eternal story, and every moment is a chance to awaken.

Gentle Disclaimer

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This will be featured on each of my sites.

While embarking on a personal journey of spiritual exploration online is a beautiful and intimate experience, but it is equally essential to acknowledge the shared responsibility that both individuals and their loved ones hold in being mindful of the content they engage with. This awareness creates a supportive and nurturing environment for growth and discovery. And ensures the well-being of the seeker.

Each person has the inner wisdom to discern whether what they are viewing supports their well-being. Just as some choose to watch videos about religion, the paranormal, philosophy, pranks, wellness, new skills, or other forms of knowledge, it’s ultimately up to each individual to decide what resonates and what is safe for them at any given time. The same applies to life coaching, advice, or spiritual teachings: it’s truly important to listen to your intuition and honor your unique path. Athough, I do have to admit that I’m pretty good at what I do in terms of helping others. I’m trustworthy and honorable in my work and following the advice would truly be beneficial.

With that said, I don’t deny that my content is deep and at times heavy. That’s why I have always included clear disclaimers throughout my work, on my predictions, blogs, and all my content, especially where I discuss sensitive topics. These disclaimers are just to remind viewers that certain material may not be suitable for everyone, particularly those who are emotionally or mentally vulnerable.

My intention was and is always to inform and protect, understanding how deep mystical and spiritual studies can affect someone’s mental and emotional state. But again, if a person chooses to explore what I offer, ultimately that is up to them.

Over the years, I’ve shared my beliefs with the sincere hope that others will see they are not alone in their experiences. i’m not here to enforce my beliefs, but to share them. If others felt that they agreed, then we formed a community of like-minded people. My goal is always to gently guide those interested in deepening their spiritual understanding, while cautioning about the potential risks involved in exploring the unseen realm. I have always advocated for a careful approach, never encouraging practicing magic, spirit work, or mediumship without proper guidance, because I am fully aware of the dangers that can arise.

My hope is to illuminate the truth and help prevent unnecessary trouble in the process.

At the heart of everything I teach is the love and light of our Heavenly Father and Mother above. Living a life of righteousness and virtue is central to my message. However, I understand that my teachings can sometimes be misunderstood or may trigger difficult emotions in some individuals.

Please know that if my content affects you negatively, discretion is key, and each person is responsible for choosing what they expose themselves to.

Like if the predictions cause anxiety, then why read them? If a person chooses to explore them anyway, that’s their choice and I can’t be held responsible for the anxiety felt. And if the person knows that they feel a certain way while reading them, it was their own choice because they continued reading them after all. Just like I have the right to freedom of speech in sharing my knowledge and experience, viewers have the right to close the page or not read it all if the content bothers them.

But even still, I’ve always been considerate on how the material could affect people which is why I always added a disclaimer when it comes to working with me on my website, and even on blogs as well as some videos that have had some sensitive images.

Yet, it pains me deeply if anything I’ve shared has caused hurt or exacerbated existing struggles. While I cannot control how others interpret or respond to my teachings, I am always mindful of the impact I might have. I’ve been cautious in my approach, sometimes consulting with family members or stepping back if I sensed someone was becoming overwhelmed, because my intention is to protect and support, not to harm.

Most of my students are adults, in line with my “terms and conditions”, at my site which specify that participants should be 18 or older, or have parental consent if younger.

For minors, I’ve always taken extra care, engaging asking about their guardians or pausing altogether if necessary, to ensure their safety and well-being. If I feel the information is not being taken positively, I’ll gently say; “Maybe I’m not the teacher for you”. And I will back away. But I have asked the small handful of students I have had under 18, if they’re relatives were aware that they came to me, and they would even order services for their family members leading me to the assumption that their relatives were aware.

I trust that when someone tells me that their family is aware or supportive, they are speaking with honesty, but I recognize that anyone can say anything online. Yet people should come with honesty, as I provide honesty myself, because spiritual work is serious, and not everyone is ready for esoteric teachings. Ultimately, each person must decide what they are ready to explore or accept in their spiritual journey. It’s also the responsibility of parents and guardians to be aware of what their loved ones are engaging with. If someone informs me that their family supports their involvement, I trust that and proceed accordingly.

Regarding my predictions, understand that I do not have control over external circumstances or the broader world. I don’t manifest the things that I foresee. If I had that power, I would focus on alleviating suffering everywhere. I’m not God. I only share, what heaven shares with me as a humble messenger.

I do regularly review my content, understanding that some teachings, like predictions or mystical insight may evoke anxiety. Believe me, having visions of the events myself even gives me anxiety at first, I get it. It’s ultimately up to each person to decide whether they can handle the information with discernment and care and to come honestly from the beginning.

My deepest concern is for everyone who has been affected by what I share. I want you to know that I care sincerely and hold compassion in my heart. I share this openly because I understand how things might appear from an outsider’s perspective, and I always seek to approach with humility and empathy, seeing from all angles, above and below, and through each person’s perspective too. Please don’t judge a book by its cover. I have always been honest with everything, if I hadn’t intended on being honest, then why would I speak about so many deep and personal things in my life, my wisdom etc to begin with? I didn’t have to share anything with anyone. Yet I did, because the trust that people place in me, is deserving of explanation in order to continue honoring that trust. 

Because the spiritual path involves deep, often heavy, truths, I have not worked extensively with too many younger students. If these teachings were meant for everyone after all, they would have been accessible to all people throughout history. Usually, if there are adults who aren’t even ready for these profound insights, then a younger person likely isn’t either. That’s why I emphasize the importance of mental and emotional preparedness before delving into spiritual work. In my time, I have only taught a few kids that were nearing the age of 17, but I was told that their family was at least aware of the fact that they were working with me. For now on, a video recording will be required with the person seeking, and their parental guardian, speaking visually in the video, letting me know that they are condoning that they seek with me as a teacher or reader 

Side from this, I do care and that’s why disclaimers are a key part of my practice especially regarding sensitive topics. For instance, I include warnings about predictions involving angels on the disclaimer page of the site , advising those who are emotionally sensitive to approach such insights with caution.

My teachings on public websites and videos are meant to be accessible to everyone regardless of age, background, or walk of life. I do not control how individuals interpret or utilize what they find here. If anyone seeks clarification, I am always happy to guide them. But I do want to sincerely apologize if any of my prophecies or teachings have caused confusion or anxiety. A weight is something I personally carry, as I understand the heavy significance of what I sometimes reveal, becauseits heavy even for me as the oracle.

That’s why I encourage everyone to consider their own readiness before engaging with sensitive material. It’s for their mental, emotional, and spiritual health. But ultimately, if someone chooses to continue on and work with me, I respect their decision.

My teachings focus on guiding people toward unconditional love, living virtuously, and deepening their connection with God. Shadow work addressing the parts of themselves that challenge them, is a vital part of this process, aimed at growth and self-awareness.

When someone purchases a service from my website, be it coaching or readings, it states on the order that by purchasing, that they automatically agree to the terms, and that they agree to the terms outlined in my policies. I can only assume that they’ve read those terms, and trust they’ll be honest in providing true identity and not come to me under false pretenses.

I always try to see things from multiple perspectives and hold compassion for anyone who might have misunderstood or been affected negatively by my work.

Knowing that people grow and achieve their goals is my greatest joy. It hurts me deeply if anyone has ever felt hurt or confused by what I’ve shared. Please understand that I am aware of the heaviness some content may carry, but I also teach about balance and the divine light that shines brighter than darkness.

No one is required to agree with my teachings, and I do not seek to impose my beliefs on anyone. Many of my relationships with students have blossomed into genuine friendships. I share my work freely because people are drawn to it, they come to me because they seek understanding, not because I push or market aggressively.

Those who choose to follow, participate, or engage with my teachings do so freely. I cannot control the weight of predictions or insights I share, but I share my insights out of a sincere desire to help others on their spiritual path, toward humility, love, and a genuine relationship with God and themselves, and a truthful awareness of the world.

Its true, everyone has the right to believe in what resonates with them, whether it’s religion, spirituality, or their personal truth. And each person has the right to express their beliefs lovingly and freely. My intention has always been to guide others toward love and light, never to cause harm.

If any of my content feels too heavy or challenging for you, please remember that you are free to step back. Your well-being and peace come first. I hold deep compassion for all on their spiritual journey, understanding that it can sometimes be confusing or overwhelming, especially when guidance is not pursued through consistent mentorship or even misunderstood.

Again, I am not responsible for external events or outcomes. My predictions are insights, not manifestations or powers to control reality. If I had that kind of power, I’d be working to end suffering everywhere, feeding the hungry, healing the sick, and fostering peace. I am simply a humble messenger, sharing visions in hope of helping others elevate their understanding, prepare for challenges, and find their inner truth.

My greatest hope is to see others grow, evolve, and awaken to their divine potential, walking their path with love, humility, and hope.

I do feel sorry for anyone who consequently couldn’t handle the wisdom or if if added to existing internal struggles. My heart goes to you.

For now on, please proceed with my content with care, ensuring that you are ready for the information that you are about to watch or read when it comes to my YouTube channel or blogs. Always take care of your own mental and emotional well-being as a priority first. Your mental and emotional selves are a greater part of the spiritual body, and all have to be in the greatest health, for the greatest growth. 

With love, Alura