Jin finally made her way over! Well, in our cherished world of make-believe, anyway. I felt the same deep, heartfelt touch as when my dear friend and student Jen joined our doll family with Civetta.
So many of my students I never meet face to face, yet my children and I honor each one during our playtime and in our prayers. It gives us purpose, a reason to keep loving and pouring out that love without end. But when that love flows back, when someone weaves something so meaningful into your everyday life, like joining you in spirit to play with your children even from miles away, it lifts the soul in ways words can barely capture. We keep a doll or figure for nearly everyone we hold dear, but when a person sends their own? It’s their quiet way of whispering, “I’m here with you.”
My children and I are raised with wide open hearts and minds. I pass down everything the Lord has shown me, and that becomes the foundation for how they learn to embrace people from every faith, every background, every circumstance, whether rich or poor, thin or full figured, disabled or able, any skin tone, any language, whether they give to us or not. We teach them to remain open, even knowing love isn’t always returned. Sometimes those who claim to love don’t truly mean it. I’ve prepared them for the full spectrum because life can wound deeply, especially when you love as openly and vulnerably as the Lord does.
I sometimes sense His parenting so vividly. I picture Him saying how fiercely He loves every child, how He can’t stand to see any destroyed, suffering, or turning on one another. He could never favor one over another. Yet some earthly parents detach with startling ease. I recently watched a YouTube video of a mother who no longer wanted to be a mom; she dreamed of buying a van and traveling, ready to leave her seven year old behind. It shook me, not to judge her, but to grapple with how anyone could so casually sever a bond with someone who is literally part of them. The Lord never does that. Never.
Many religions position themselves as the sole chosen, but the reality is that every soul on earth is chosen and profoundly loved. Few truly feel or accept it because the scale of that love feels unimaginable. And when you love on that level, imperfections will show. For me, I often perceive people’s thoughts. I feel them, hear them in the ether, sense the tests coming, and notice when someone assumes I’m not tuned in. Ironically, it’s precisely in those “unwatched” moments that I hear the clearest, slipping into their deeper consciousness and catching the negativity directed at me. Yet I’ve never abandoned a friend over it. I may step back for healing, but the love itself never stops.
That’s the lesson I give my children: the world is immense. Never judge by the surface. Someone can look one way and be entirely different within. I’ve met breathtakingly beautiful women whose inner world was harsh and closed, and others who doubted their own beauty yet radiated pure light from the soul.
Each day we sit together studying the world’s religions, exploring how different hearts understand the Divine. We celebrate everyone’s holidays to keep joy alive and give us things to anticipate, while quietly holding our own truth. Some paths shine with clearer light than others, but I don’t limit myself to one. I believe every person holds the power to evolve. If the desire burns true in their heart, they can become exactly who they long to be.
Those who climb by stepping on others may gain quickly, but their triumphs ring hollow. The ones who master God’s unconditional love are the ones who stay filled, watched over, and blessed. Hardships come to us all, but when you reflect as one of His chosen, you see His presence woven through every trial, your guides, your higher self. Look how far so many of you have journeyed.
Jin’s Barbie arrived and carried more weight than she may have known. So many students have already uncovered beautiful new truths about themselves through their studies, but when she received her spiritual name, it struck a chord deep inside, just as it did for Avrina. What a luminous name. A name is far more than a call; it’s the resonance of your essence, the banner of what your soul stands for.
She sent me a beautiful book with a huge surprise!
I sensed the Barbie landing perfectly timed, right after her spiritual name reading, and her card overflowed with pure joy about it. Gazing at the doll, I thought: this radiant soul is finally feeling freer. And here, in our gentle world of imagination, we will always guard that freedom for her.
The Barbie was for Adriel and Alexander received a Minecraft backpack. Each of us adored their surprises but I feel we’ll enjoy them.
Though she came as a collector’s piece, I couldn’t leave her boxed. Now she embodies my wonderful friend, the princess of the Moon as we made her in our game. Today she brought tiny moonlit wishes to us all, shimmering in her red flower petal gown. Adriel was beside herself with joy, just like an Ariana sent the Peter rabbit, Barbie, and Sveta had sent her the Nutcracker edition.
Like a heavenly queen descending to bless those below, she visited angel Alura in the Malibu Barbie house alongside her two little ones: Alexander, the superhero who dreams of growing into true psychic strength and honoring his name, and Adriel, the Mer-angel who slips between a regular Barbie and another mermaid Barbie doll, when she shifts into a mermaid, transforming into her spirit form. (She just throws the other doll behind her back😉).
Together we journeyed to the moon with her, pulling out small toys that captured joyful snapshots from our lives, as if strolling through cherished memories beneath her gentle watch. Today felt like hers entirely. Perhaps it will mark a new chapter for her in the waking world too.
I’m endlessly grateful for these tender moments and for the beautiful souls who grace our path.
Thank you, Heavenly Mother and Father for everything.
I never mean to lift one above others; this is simply my way of sharing the journey, and my story matters too. But my story lives through loving each of you.
Today held so many blessings, not only the Barbie’s arrival, but the magical world she gifted us in play, the other gracious touches she left, and the knowing that her reading truly moved her. There’s always been a soft longing for more connection there, and despite the occasional chaos of too many clients, scattered files, and missed uploads, things always align at the divine right moment. Her spiritual name reading arrived just as the Chinese New Year approached. How poetic and perfect.
Thank you for shining in our lives, Jin, or rather, shall I wait for her to share her new name aloud if she wishes?
Xander was so touched he wanted to impress Jin by sending her gifts with a card he tried to make copying the Chinese letters!❤️It didn’t work out, but a good try. She’ll still have something coming her way though!😇
And to everyone reading these words: I know you’re the ones who’ve touched our hearts in real, meaningful ways, even if only by allowing us to hold your name in our heart family. You are seen, cherished, and loved. 💫🕊️
I’ve been reflecting on something lately that I know a few others have noticed because it’s been brought to my attention. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t know about it. It’s been weighing heavily on my mind.
For years, I’ve worked tirelessly to build my presence, not primarily to attract clients for my services, but to inspire people to awaken and view life through a lens of beauty, enlightenment, and grace. I began my journey informally in 2008 getting irradiated and finishing college, officially launched my business in 2012, debuted on YouTube in 2013, and started gaining traction in the mainstream algorithm by 2014.
Back then, names like Alura, Alora, or Elora weren’t common at all. In 2013, according to baby name statistics from Nancy’s Baby Names (sourced from the Social Security Administration), only 184 baby girls in the U.S. were named Alora, with no male births registered under that name.
Fast forward to today: some of my videos have nearly 700,000 views, and my YouTube channel should have reached around 4 million by now. I was at that milestone back in 2018, but an algorithm reset changed how views were counted, dropping it to just 1 million. Even so, that’s still a significant audience. My content has often felt suppressed, perhaps because of my ability to predict trends or events, but I know it was reaching people. From 2014 to 2016, I had more inquiries than I could handle as a solo operation.
Now, looking at my current stats, 700,000 views on YouTube, 30,000 and 20,000 on my blogs, 11K followers on Instagram, and 13K on YouTube, the name has exploded in popularity. Even Kim Kardashian recently named one of her characters “Allora.” I’ve referenced her in my blogs multiple times, and I know her publicity team monitors mentions, positive or negative. It’s clear my name has permeated wider circles.
Over the years, I’ve crossed paths with notable figures through private channels. I won’t name them. It would be rude, unless they became public follower anyway.
But for example, a long time ago, I did a reading for the wife of a Dawson’s Creek cast member (I won’t name names to respect confidentiality). I’ve also had inquiries from famous individuals via email, including one of many secretaries from Obama’s office during his last term, and even someone from Monsanto after I mentioned them in a Blogspot post. There have been others, but I’ve never boasted about it, it’s not my style, and most wouldn’t publicly admit consulting a psychic anyway.
The point is, since entering this field, my name has surged in recognition. A young man in my community who’s into drag has others in his circle who have adopted it for their shows, and now with Kim’s character, it’s gaining even more traction. Although it’s spelled in different ways, it’s the same name and not one I’ve heard or seen used very much prior to my using it. Even with my version of the spelling, the name Alura was relatively uncommon in 2012 and didn’t even appear in the top 1,000 baby names in the United States, meaning it was used for fewer than 5 babies! That means that a minimum for being recorded as being registered in public Social Security data. Although my spelling rarer, statistics revealed that variations like Alora and Allura had a significant climb of 1673 places from 2024. Many are using Alura as an alias, even if not their name, a lot on social media including Facebook.
I’ve also been seeing in entertainment like Voltron, AI Bots, and World of Warcraft. Something I also weirdly discovered through a client of mine… is that the name is in DC Comics with Alura-El the mother of Supergirl. That came before my time, and it blew my mind that I never knew that! I wasn’t one to watch a lot of entertainment anyhow, but the Alura-El really resembled my angel name Alariel (Ah-lar-rye-el) but similar like Alari-El. It blew my mind! And it’s embarrassing to mention but since we’re on the name regarding entertainment- there’s an adult film star named Alura too. I only know this because of the countless fans that she has that are obsessed with her that have looked her up, and found me instead because of how rare the name is with both of us having it, that I’ve literally had people make accounts with her name and follow me, just to mock me. no events to her or anything, but what white contrast! One in world of entertainment, that I would never ever condone, versus my name, the same name in a world that is completely opposite to her, mine surrounding righteousness and God. I’m not saying she doesn’t have a belief in God or anything, but definitely weird . The even stranger thing is that many of these characters are blonde too!
This goes beyond entertainment. The name has also come up in popularity with Alura Business Solutions (2005 before my launch), Alura Online (technology courses), Alura Technologies, Alura Software (cloud based platform), and Alura.IO (etsy shop sales solutions). That is really crazy!
I just kept digging! There’s even Alura a few small places in India that include several small villages, in Gujarat (Navsari, Surat districts) and Karnataka (Bidar district), but also refer to Alura, a village near Ellora Caves in Maharashtra, known for its association with the famous UNESCO site!
UNESCO Cave and it’s beauty!India’s UNESCO Cave is alleged to contain aliens painted within.
What’s even more fascinating is that in in the World Heritage List of UNESCO in 1983, Ellora Caves are an ancient wonder of human genius which symbolises zenith of rock-cut architecture and intricate sculptures. Spreading across 2 kms, these 34 caves are carved into the basalt cliffs of the Charanandri Hills and date back to 5th century CE to 11th century CE. These caves are a sacred confluence of Buddhism, Brahmanism, and Jainism. The beauty of these caves is demonstrated through their distinct architectural elements like viharas (monasteries), chaityagrihas (sanctuaries), and monolithic temples, each echoing the devotion of three great faiths.
Most of the caves face west, however the Jain group of caves faces south. Out of the 34 caves, Cave Nos. 1 to 12 are devoted to Buddhism, Cave Nos. 13 to 29 are of Brahmanical nature and Cave Nos. 30 to 34 are of Jain affinity.
While the earliest caves (caves 1-12) were excavated between the 5th and 8th centuries CE, Caves 13-29, including the iconic Kailash temple (cave 16), was excavated between the 7th and 10th centuries CE. The final phase saw the excavation of Caves 30-34, between the 9th and 12th centuries CE. This momentous property is a lasting legacy of the wisdom of our forefathers.
The many spellings of the name have been always there. Elora also appeared in the movie Willow, which I hadn’t been aware of until watching it later. They even paired the name with “Danan” like Tuatha De “Danann” in the Celtic period who were a tribe of people said to be demi Gods. The movie was based on magic in which Elora was chosen to bring the kingdoms back to the light after a wicked sorceress had taken over. I had seen the movie once, but never noticed until recent in years. Pretty interesting! A lot of synchronicity there!
Still, the name has never appeared among the ranked names in the U.S. popularity charts.
Recent statistics show Alora climbing rapidly in popularity, ranking around #225-250 in the U.S. for 2024/2025 and listed as a top trending name by HELLO! magazine. Pretty remarkable.
My daughter, Adriel Elora, will likely drop Adriel and go by Elora when she’s older, I already call her that often. It all just goes to show, that I’ve been noticed, even if not publicly celebrated. There’s always some foundation laid down. Like me, I’m Irish like Willow’s reference. I use technology a lot. I once had an etsy store. I am a business owner. I have a lot in common with India as I have a few friends originally from there and I studied their religion among many others, referencing those beliefs alot. I also taught about extraterrestrial, and named dozens of other species out there that were unknown before my channeling the akasha records and communications. I just think it’s pretty cool, the links.
The name Alura means “God is my light” or in some places “Divine Counselor”. What a beautiful way to represent my love of God, being a walking meaning of that!
But with Hollywood embracing the name, will it bring light or darkness to its meaning? That’s the intriguing question. Alura, Allora, Elora… it’s all the same. My only hope is that one day someone with more reach, knowing it’s my name, will help others to know that it is in positive light.
Alura is a name Im proud to have! I hope my little girl honors it too, even with different spelling. 🙏🏻💗🙌
Divine love & Heavenly Blessings! Wow what a week? it’s bad enough that my psychic visions are going off the radar with so many things happening around us in the world that I pick up one, that I’m also going through a little bit of a scary time in my own life personally. I think many people are. I hope that everyone knows that God is with them and that even if times seem bleak, he will never abandon them. However, on top of everything, the news has been buzzing with a lot of upsetting things. Just heard of a woman being shot in Minneapolis. Then I heard of Venezuela’s leader was seized, and ships also commandeered. There’s so much to talk about that I’ll leave for later. It pains my heart as a deeply spiritual being to here of these things though, because I only know what they will lead to, in the future. I’ll share these things with you soon. I planned on doing so on the eve of New Year’s. But I was going through some difficulties myself. I’m very thankful for all of the people that stood beside me. I’ll get the word out, I promise.
In this post, I want to reflect on Renee Nicole Good, and recent events. my heart dies a little more each day, but yet my spirit is filled with even more hope. As things happen throughout the world, it brings out who is who. Who are the people that really care, who are the people that follow propaganda, who are those that are a part of distorted idea ideologies? Who are the people that are reasonable and awake, fighting for what’s right? Who are those who are maybe not as awake but still trying to put as much truth as they can out there that they know? It’s a beautiful thing to see. Although, in the midst of all of that there is chaos. Eventually, many people will get tired of the chaos. The people that truly have heart will come out to stand strongly in their convictions, while fighting for what’s right. and it is true that there are all of those different types of people. Even if there are some who think that they’re standing up for what’s right, they may be going about it the wrong way or lacking information. I believe that’s occurring on both sides of the political spectrum today. Many people follow what they’re told, not going deeper. Just like with Renee Nicole Good’s, poetry and it’s title- I’m sure many people will not understand it unless they look beneath the surface. honestly, the title caught me off guard too, and some of the wording, but as I read it, I started to understand it more clearly. I’m always a great decoder of what’s beneath the surface of things, and so I eventually understood what she was trying to say a few layers deep.
Rest In Peace.
With that, I extend my deepest sympathies to Mayor Jacob Frey of Minneapolis. Throughout his career, he has gotten through profoundly difficult moments with remarkable grace and compassion.
Mayor Jacob Frey
Just last August in 2025, a tragic shooting claimed the lives of two Catholic school children attending mass in the city. In that heartbreaking time, the mayor focused on ensuring children could return home safely, and on giving mothers and fathers the peace of mind that their little ones would be protected, a sentiment every parent shares. As a parent myself, I can’t imagine sending my children to school gripped by fear for their lives. Yet, on the flip side, children deserve the assurance that their mothers or fathers will be there for them too.
Tragically, recent actions by ICE have done the exact opposite, resulting in the death of a mother. And there have been more. even in the idea that many of these parents are being stripped away from their children in the immigration process, is quite upsetting. Although, they probably shouldn’t have come illegally, who could blame them for wanting a better and safer life for themselves and their children in a country that promises it? yet, our violent attack attacks or arrests really effective? Or does it just start tugging at the heart strings of humanity?
Again, I have to say that I have the greatest of respect for Mayor Jacob Fry in this situation too. It must be hard having to go to news outlets that are brandished as being illegitimate due to new propaganda, only to find any place to tell your side of the story. Although everybody has to do a little acting when they go before the camera, I could see genuine pain in his eyes. There’s concern. No fear to be himself. Yet, with that brashness, there is empathy. Empathy is something that I feel- a lot of people lack these days.
Many view justice as aligned with one side or the other today in the things happening in the world today, particularly…this incident.
Perhaps she believed she was defending her rights, standing firm for her convictions. If someone stood in front of her car and drew a gun, she might have felt justified in veering away to escape. Conversely, others argue that with an officer present, she should not have moved at all. There are countless perspectives, but only those who witnessed it firsthand can truly speak to what unfolded.
In today’s world, trust online is eroding rapidly, videos can be edited to favor any narrative. But this isn’t merely about one mother’s story or legal rights; it’s a sign that our society is hurtling toward an irreversible brink, as I’ve predicted in my www.alurasangels.com blog. I also expressed this recently in my video “Left Versus Right”.
The trauma and tragedy people are enduring today, will create a deep-seated distrust that may never fully heal. Still, I hold firm to the belief that good people exist, those willing to confront evil head-on for the sake of others.
I am profoundly grateful for the Mayor of Minneapolis, even from afar in New Jersey. I can only imagine the chaos if such events spread here, and sadly, I am sure that they will. This unrest is predicted to ripple from city to city, particularly in Democratic strongholds or areas with longstanding tensions involving the president. To be candid, I am not opposed to Donald Trump personally. I don’t oppose or hold hatred in anyone. I find him a fascinating figure in many ways. But there’s a vital distinction between offering genuine compliments where deserved and acknowledging the negatives too. We can’t be ignorant as people of God, and see only one side of anyone. Nor, any one side to life. I admire Trump’s boldness at moments in only that he has risen because of how witty he is, but his direct use of words without being too scholarly appeals to everyday normal people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a political figure in this world like him. But that doesn’t mean that I support him. Nor would I ever support anything that condones hurting others. Of course, in the art of war, there will always be casualties. However, a great leader knows that there is always a better way. He creates division on purpose, holds power to himself, puppeteers those world around him. In one of my angel readings at Alura’s Angels, Metatron called him “the jester that wanted to be a king”. But when called a jester, it was only a metaphor for the persona that we knew Trump was putting on at the time. Like how he was in his 2016 run.
I knew far below the mask he was wearing, but this was someone much more. And here, we have “No Kings” protests. Would you look at that?
You have to see duality, to see the truth.
Much could be said on these fronts, but the true focus should be on how these events could spark a great awakening for humanity. I believe eventually for some, they’ll get tired of the negative changes being made. Something somewhere, will touch someone and that sparks change. Yet, many will become lost amid the turmoil too. We can admire certain qualities in people while piercing through to the real truths beneath the surface. Life may resemble a chess game, but it should never be waged at the cost of innocents simply trying to live their lives. Whether someone chose to observe or not, they did not engage in the protest itself, no one needed to be shot or killed.
This was a human being, a mother, a child now faces a future without her presence or support. It is utterly heartbreaking. Some, from a place of detachment, might claim it was her own fault, but who can say that without truly stepping into her shoes, even if they would never find themselves in that situation?
The tragic death of the woman in Minneapolis is a wake up call that she was not a pawn in a political game. She was a human being, with a life full of dreams, loved ones, and inherent dignity. Her loss transcends political party lines; it’s a wound to our shared humanity that should unsettle us all, whether Republican, Democrat, or anything in between. This isn’t about picking sides anymore; it’s about the raw essence of human nature, where division thrives only when we forget our goals as a people looking to live, just live. Yet, amid the chaos, an awakening is stirring. People are opening their eyes to the truth that unity isn’t optional; it’s our survival.
We must each play our role: spreading the message that this goes beyond politics into the realm of spirit, where we refuse to let anyone be painted in false colors. Tell the truth, even when it challenges your own side; expose the hypocrisies that fuel the fire on both ends. Together, we can create a better world, but let’s be clear. This is orchestrated political theater, driven by hidden agendas and powerful puppeteers who profit from our fractures. Rising against it may seem daunting, but the real power lies in restraint: don’t descend to their level with violence or venom. Let their ugliness expose itself while we stand firm in love, peace, and righteousness.
No force can withstand the unyielding light of proof, truth, and details when they’re laid bare. Both sides are complicit in tearing at the fabric of our democracy, stoking flames that threaten us all. It’s time to wake up: there is no “them” versus “us.” There is only “we the people,” bound by our humanity, capable of healing if we choose truth over trends.
My heart goes out to the many lives affected and lost on both sides of the civil war. There’s more to this tgat I’ll talk about on my show Beyond The Veil at my Channel Metamystics sometime this week.
May you all feel Gods love and cherish every moment with your loved ones.🙏🏻 Stand up for what you believe is right but go beyond the veil. I see so many people who are trying.
The Lord always told me, live the way that you want to be remembered. I’m sure that many will paint her in a darker light. But let’s remember her for her inner world, which displays the spirit. Here’s a clip of her poetry.
“that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder” “— Renee Nicole Good
While her poetry is very deep (she won awards), and some may not understand, I truly got that she was expressing in it that she felt that she had learned so much more than just from one book that it changed the way that she went about Monday life and conforming to it. I just wanted to share that because there is so much more to life than what’s in the books. I hope that she’s remembered for being someone that was just on their path to trying to awaken spiritually, and a beloved mother and daughter. regardless of her beliefs, she was somebody’s loved one. Let’s send out our prayers?
To inspire and uplift, I want to share that I’m yes, I am going through profoundly challenging times, ones that have caused my spirit to cry here and there, as my last post on Facebook laid bare. It was about the tripled cost of healthcare that I got hit with around the holiday season? I was in tears.
It’s heartbreaking, a blow I dreaded, yet anticipated, but still arrived like an unwelcome shadow over the holidays. But to counter that raw sorrow, which left me weeping as I poured out my heart, let me offer this glimpse of spiritual beauty, a testament to the light that pierces even the darkest storms. I truly hope it inspires others to always look past the darker times. 
For Christmas, I didn’t want any gifts from my beloved children. Not ones they can buy anyhow.
A couple years ago I just wanted my son to graduate from high school for me. Obviously Christmas is in December and graduation is the following summer but that’s all I really wanted to see happen. If he could accomplish that he would make me proud not just for Christmas, but for the rest of my life. he accomplished that, but he always manages to get me a little something. but that just goes to show you an example of the types of things I asked for from my family members. 
Year after year, I tell them:
“Don’t spend on me, cherish one another instead. If your heart calls you to give a gift to each other or at least your younger siblings, let that be your joy.
But nothing for me, they make me happy enough being my kids.
For me, the truest treasure is simply their existence. It’s in witnessing their lives unfold, their roots sprouting from mine, and growing into a strong branch of the family tree. Most people would think that they would be better off becoming their own tree, I suppose? But in spiritual truth, I know that branches, usually bare fruit, and fruit bears seeds. And so seeing them grow into strong individuals from what I’ve taught them, knowing that one day they’ll create their own paths, and pass that onto their own children, means everything to me.
That, and all of us refusing to let distance erode our bond.
They bring their partners into our circle, sharing half the week with me in laughter and presence, a quiet vow against the drift of time.
Yet all four of them persisted, insisting I must want something. But truly, the relationship that I have with Heaven, the profound love flowing from my students and my children, that boundless river sustains me. It’s everything to me.
What greater gifts could I ask for?
I already stand in awe of the divine gifts given to me: the intimate communion with the Lord, visions of foresight that revealing of tomorrow’s details, and past akashic visions that rewind the ancient past and yesterdays.
Right? Like what a richly layered life I’ve been granted! Hey, even if forged in the crucible of an abusive childhood where there was pain, I had God, wisdom, the light.
“God” was my unwavering anchor, my eternal guide. He imparted every wisdom I hold. He taught me everything, talking to me as I went, explaining, guiding, teaching.
And he never limited the wisdom! He’s been my best friend.
From the art of mending pipes in plumbing, the spark of electrical work, the steady hand for laying floors and crafting with wood. He revealed the secrets of repairing a car, swapping a tire, gliding on ice skates, and even the ancient melodies of Hebrew speech. There’s more, far more, but those are just a few things for example.
Under His gentle guidance, I embraced sign language, excelled into theology’s depths, saw visions of history’s enigmas through the ethereal Akashic records, and with reverence. I still do and it always feels the same. I’m like a little girl eager to hear everything. Her father has to teach her. I see the same in my children. I’m glad that they want knowledge and that they take it to heart. What greater gift could they give me then to take me serious and develop compassion, virtue, and understanding? Or, furthermore, faith…
In my youth, when homelessness stripped me bare, I encountered souls from every shadowed corner, reading their souls, witnessing the insidious grip of negative spiritual forces. There’s no judgment. These individuals taught me so much about the world and all of the different characters in it. The Lord spoke to me of them. He told me every detail I needed to know, even secrets that they themselves would never speak out loud. I learned so much and that situation. So many other people fall because of it, but I bloomed. Nothing in my life has ever been in vain. Neither has yours. Everything we experience is for a greater good, only people don’t see it at the time. I’m thankful that I had the Lord to show me in those moments and I try to do that for others with my work. I’ve channeled celestial angels in the dawn of the new age, and with fierce resolve, I have even cast out demons that sought to devour good people.
This existence has been a symphony of connections. I’ve met and loved people, students that became family, strangers that came for answers and never k ee how important those moments were to me. And all from diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, and paths! And quite a few transformed into family across distances, their love, friendship, their interest in wisdom, a purpose for my soul. even though this blog is about a few things concerning my own family and children I hope that you know how much you mean to me as well. For everyone who reads this I hope you know how every reading I’ve done for you has given me a meaning to my life. I hope you know that for all the things the Lord taught me, I went through so many different situations in order to learn them and teach them to you for yours. to truly love people that I don’t see, someone I’ve never even met in person, but to care, gives me a reason to wake up every day. It’s just about having love for other people, not really about being loved in return. being a teacher is kind of like being everything to a person, a sister, a mother, a friend. It’s quite an experience. Thank you for that.
Back to Motherhood though, that sacred calling, fulfilled a longing.
And though I’ve ached for a profound spiritual energetic union, a soul-deep fusion with another, everyone does, but I find solace in the unbreakable bond to God and my children, a love so pure it eclipses all else. I have so much love, it’s more than any one relationship could give anyhow, I believe.
I’m fulfilled.
Along this journey, I’ve discovered treasured best friends, kindred spirits who keep me wanting to continue on my way.
This year, my prayers to the Lord were humble requests, my usual, but deeper… pleas for my students and their families to be enveloped in safety, intercessions for a world aching with need, and fervent hopes that my family remains united, enduring through survival’s trials. I’ve never beseeched heavenly father for opulence or extravagance. I know some of you may read that and think that talk. Could that be true when I try to look so glamorous but believe me I buy my clothes at a thrift shop lol. Literally I just have some pretty good taste in fashion and I know it looks good on myself astrologically at times, I’ll just head right on over to Goodwill or Plato’s Closet when I have a few extra bucks, and buy an outfit. I never so close away. They come back into fashion anyhow. So I do have a great variety to work, and as a channel, Im quite a few different people inside, we all have different taste in styles🤣. I have a video that I’ll be coming out with that will make more sense. The fake fur coat I’m wearing in the photo? $25. Used. Looks pricey right, it wasn’t 😆. Nonetheless, I did have one personal request since the kids’ insisted. 
One Personal, Humble Request
I did have one request. But oh, I did ask for snow as I always do. I always ask the Lord just for that simple gift of seeing the magic of snow, even a tiny bit. I ask for it annually, and twice He already graced me with it this year. Once, it already snowed a week before my earthly birthday, another mere days prior, blanketing my world in quiet wonder.
I recall when I used to go ice-skating as a girl, it was magnificent. I graced the ice like I could’ve done it professionally with my grace and skills in ballet.
But I never went again.
Not like that.
It was during the New Jersey blizzard of March 1993 and my yard itself was ice rink, frozen over by the flooded rain just a few days before the blizzard hit. After shoveling us out of the house, my father got me the ice skates from the flea market, and I asked the Lord to teach me how. Dad missed work. The snow was knee deep, some places just sheets of glistening ice! He had to shovel driveways for cash to make up for his loss of a days wage.
So I asked my best friend, my Lord, “How do I do this?”
He channeled guidance to me, as I learned, giving me strength to continue gliding across the ice as he told me, “pretend you’re flying”. I went soaring. I fell so many times🤦🏼♀️, but the Lord told me in his loving fatherly voice, even with thunderous boom behind it, still tender: “Get back up. In life you will fall, you’ll bleed, you’ll get hurt. But eventually it won’t matter.”. He was right. I became like the figure skater Tonya Harding on ice, in my yard that day. There was nobody there, just me and my Lord. I’ve gone ice-skating only twice more after that, much later, with Amber…but with rental skates that never felt right, and in an overly crowded rink. I always promised myself on my bucket list that I will get to skate like I did in my yard again like during that blizzard back then. At least one more time. I think that wish might come true this year as well too. And not with the rental skates out there at the local rinks. I’m talking about true ice-skating. That’s something I hoped for too, humbly.
Knowing my love of snow and my annual request, my youngest, Alexander, returned from school with a snowman he crafted, a masterpiece so exquisite, it could grace any shelf at a “Home Goods” store. My heart swelled to bursting, especially as he paired it with a snowman book to read together, a shared story to add holiday magic. He made it just in case the warming weather, didn’t bring me my only personal wish for real snow. How sweet!
Alex made it snow, through his craft❤️
Adriel, my darling girl, presented a soft teddy bear, and an ornament made of snowmen by her fingers, expressing her love and my hope for snow too. Alex also added a delicate silk flower, blooming eternally in my memory. All from school!
These tokens, I’ll nestle among my most cherished keepsakes, guardians of joy against time’s fade.
Adree gave me her love, on a bear.
My Gift? Their Promise
What I really wanted? For my elder children, my request was born of vulnerability: no crafts, no expenditures from strained pockets. I always share how I’m making it for now, but it’s challenging taking on the load alone. We’re taken care of, but pinching. Even still, nothing is promised.
Instead, amid the foreboding horizon of hardships ahead, I implored them to inscribe a promise on paper, that no matter the hardships later, if I’m down, they would never forsake me.
Just their word:
“We’ll always be here.”
You see, my body wages a silent war against the surgical mesh from hernia repairs long ago. Though I’ve channeled extraordinary healings to nurture my well-being, removal looms inevitable. Why persist in mending what continues making trouble from within? Psychic surgery eludes such a vast intrusion such as mesh in my abdomen. It’s a huge area and while I’m doing little by little, it’s taking a bit of time to fully repair on my own (💗 I’ll get there) but it’s a lot with having to do healings and readings for others and take care of the family too.
As healthcare burdens appeared, I feared healthcare costs increasing as I predicted January 2025 at http://www.aluracein.com and low and behold, it didn’t just raise a little, it didn’t even double, it tripled. They never sent a letter, only took what I had left in my bank leaving me in the negative. My deepest worry was abandonment. They’re getting older. When kids grow older, they move on. They take care of their own lives. I get it. But I didn’t want them to move on without me.
Especially not during one of the hardest times of my life, should that be so, as I had seen in my visions ahead.
Yet they gifted me far beyond, a profound affirmation of eternal loyalty.
Amber, my daughter, forged a ring blending her birthstone with mine, crowned by an infinity symbol, whispering of forever. Inside, etched in Hebrew, one of my soul’s cherished tongues, her vow flows like ancient poetry, binding us across eternities.
Amber’s promise of foreverOfficial in Hebrew
Noah, my son, amid his own battles trying to find work, penned words of exquisite beauty on paper, a letter that moved me to tears.
Noah & Lindsey Promised Me, Always.
Even more: his girlfriend Lindsey, who cherishes me as her own mother, knowing who I am, what I do for others, my pure heart, she too crafted her own pledge, subtle yet sincere, echoing the same unbreakable promise. It touched my heart.
A heartfelt card from my friend Mark arrived, vowing unwavering friendship through every storm. What he wrote inside, aligned so much with what I was hoping to hear from all of my loved ones. Remarkable. I cherish everything everyone does, and Mark has been an angel. But the card, the gratitude for the wisdom, his friendship and promise to get through things together? The best gift.
Then, reconnecting with Bella on the phone after too long, we and her daughter sorta exchanged mutual oaths of solidarity, saying we would always be here for each other. Bella always has a pure heart to want to help me and has so much! It’s been since 2013 now, and even when there have been long moments of silence, our friendship has always been there. I don’t think she needs any words in her promise because she’s proving it. But my kids can’t yet. They’re young, they have their pads ahead of them. Influences come and go. Just like I see my daughter Amber, changing more and more every day as she aligns herself more with her partner. In my heart, I’ll never let go of the girl I raised while he can enjoy, the woman she’s choosing to become. She is different now.
Kids grow up and change. But I wanted that promise that even if they do, they will always remain by my side. And I got those promises, even from beloved friends I didn’t ask for it from. How amazing!
Mark’s loving card, the strong bond of spiritual family.
A friend of mine named Robbie, even told me that while they couldn’t help me much with donations or financially, that he would always be there for me. That was a meaningful gift. But he and James still bailed me out of my negative bank issue! And Tobias, never fails to show me love. Her gifts humble but with love and meaning. But knowing her, more valuable.
Adriel’s Snowy Gift!
I even met one of my students in person for the first time, alone, feeling the depth of her presence, knowing she too, is family forever.
This holiday overflowed with emotion, a whirlwind of tears and triumphs. Amid terrors like soaring healthcare costs that chilled my core, foreshadowing greater struggles, I clung to the exquisite beauty of surrounding love, the fuel that propels me forward.
My students’ gratitude for the wisdom and the hope that I’ve shared with them, and the promise of standing by me in the words and eyes of my children, an unbreakable fortress.
And a dream of mine came true this year too! I always wanted a chance to take the children to see the magical Nutcracker. And this year we got to go on discounted tickets! My student Jin sent tickets to a local play in case we didn’t get to see the nutcracker which I think the kids liked more, to be honest with you!
Marjo sent a beautiful tree of love card! Sveta, Jenni, Sommer, Toby, Bella, Mark, and Avrina gave gifts to the kids, making them feel like they had a family, more than just me. Jen Riley sent us great supplies! Two bags of beans I even got to use to feed people at the shelter that I volunteer at! She not only added resources for us, but those beans with rice added from others, fed 16 families! The light spread! Whoa, so many people pulled together for me. And it’s not what they did or sent, it’s that they were there for me.
All of this was a wonderful experience, but what meant more to me, were the words that I heard and love that I was given over this holiday season from the people that mean the most to me. What a beautiful promise to hear or witness, that the people that love you the most, will never leave you, when it matters the most.
P.S: I’m also thankful for the snow that the Lord gives me. He truly never lets me down. Every year he gives me even just a little flurry, even if the week was warmer. It’s incredible how such a small little wish always comes true. I only hope that my prayers are answered for this upcoming year of 2026, not just for myself, but for everyone else out there. I truly hope that things get better for everybody, and that I can be an inspiration to many out there, of how to fight through trials and how to appreciate the beauty in your life while you do so. Life is so much more than physical, material, or monetary things, it’s the memories that you build, the bonds that you forge, and the true emotions that you share with others. But above all, it’s your belief and love of God that matters most, and what can be created out of all of that.
Without him, it wouldn’t be as profound.
Christmas 2025 really engraved itself into my soul as one of the most sentimental and meaningful memories, that I’ll cradle forever in gratitude and grace.
Me & Adriel Drive Thru The Snow Blanketed Streets December 26, 2025, two days before my earthly birthday🙏🏻. Thank you Heavenly Father.
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.
