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. 🙏🏻💗🙌
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.
Growing up, the Christmas holiday season was always my second favorite time of year, right after the autumn equinox.
It brought so much joy into my life, even though my father wasn’t a wealthy man. My mother wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the holidays. She didn’t spend much time playing with me in general and preferred to sit and watch soap operas all day, often claiming most of my father’s attention. And that’s okay; life is what it is.
But when Halloween or Christmas rolled around, things felt a little more special because of the deep spiritual essence of these seasons. I appreciated how profound they truly were, beyond the commercial hype, and that made me cherish this time of year even more.
In autumn, I could sense the shift in the Earth’s energy, the changing globe beneath my feet. I’d spend hours outside after school, breathing in the crisp air, grounding myself in the seasonal transition, jumping into massive leaf piles that the neighbors collaboratively raked along the street, and praying under the vast blue sky in my yard. I would give gifts to God made of things that I found like nuts or different grasses, and climb up in the tallest tree to get closer to heaven. My dad always made Halloween spectacular, even if he didn’t dress up often; but when he did, his costumes were among the best.
Christmas struck a different chord for me, literally. The winter solstice I knew, was a darker, more introspective celebration, and with my birthday just three days after Christmas, the season often carried a gloomy undertone. My mother didn’t decorate the house or cook elaborate meals. She got the artificial tree out which, was haphazardly assembled, with bent limbs left unfixed. There was no eggnog, no cookie baking, and my birthday gift doubled as my Christmas present.
Meanwhile, I watched my father’s hard-earned money go toward expensive gifts for her on her birthday or during the holidays. Still, I was always grateful, and my dad did his best to include me.
As I grew older, I knew why my mother didn’t share in the joyful activities with me like other mothers did with their daughters. I read her past, her soul, many times.
I had over 100 dolls, many from flea markets, with a new one added each Christmas until I outgrew the collection. I’d pretend to be a mom, imagining all the wonderful things I’d do with my own children someday. I harbored no resentment. I understood on a deep, psychic, and spiritual level why mom, was the way she was.
People who have been hurt, often hurt others as well. It’s a cycle. I never held it against her, but I did miss out on so much. I promised myself that I’d honor the deeper spiritual meanings of these celebrations, making them about more than just gifts or rituals.
The Lord had taught me about the angelic year, its cycles, and the “dead zone” in winter observances, even before this lifetime. So, as a young girl, I vowed to grow up and celebrate authentically: giving to those in need, offering sentimental rather than lavish gifts to loved ones.
No matter how hard I tried, responses from others weren’t always consistent. I’d send cards to everyone I knew, but after a year or two, they’d stop reciprocating. Still, I’d persist.
Before my business officially took off in 2013, money was tight, and I’d rely on Toys for Tots for my kids, Amber and Noah, until my spiritual mission as a teacher started succeeding. My dad did the same for me sometimes when I was a kid and things were tight. You can’t imagine my pride in finally providing for them in ways I couldn’t before. Then came Adree; things were improving, and with my dad still around, I was thrilled to do more for all the kids, even my new little girl, than I’d ever thought possible.
Back when funds were low, I’d still bake cookies and celebrate the sacred spirituality in Earth’s duality of winter. Finally, after my father passed, I had Alex, plus mounting bills. I was blessed with miraculous help, but as my business slowed, that support stretched thinner, covering living expenses for our growing family.
That’s life. We adapt.
When you can’t do as much, you get creative to keep things fun and bright, whether grieving a loss, facing financial strain, or feeling alone. Remember, the holidays are about your connection to heaven and spirit, personal growth cycles, gratitude amid challenges, and the lessons of this earthly experience.
Even though this Christmas is a little tough, Amber and I decided to go all out with the Elf on the Shelf to bring cheer and anticipation for the kids. We played around with this last year, but this year, we’ve brainstormed some fantastic ideas.
We take turns each day setting up new scenarios, and the kids rush home from school excited to discover what the elves are up to. I feel lucky, too. My father always wanted to take me to see The Nutcracker as a child, hoping I’d become a ballerina, since he loved the arts. After he passed, I started the tradition in his memory, but the kids were too young before. My older ones weren’t as interested. This year, a student gifted us tickets to a local show with Nutcracker elements, and I was also able to snag family seats for the full ballet back in June when they were just $20 each. I was still trying to make ends meet helping my mom then, but I set the money aside, knowing the flyers come out around that time.
So, we’ll enjoy that magical experience, plus the gifted show, alongside our Elf antics. It’s making this year truly bright.
We’ve been lighting candles daily in honor of spirit, ancestors, the Earth, and those in need. I’ve been donating time at the soup kitchen, grateful for all the Lord has provided. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I usually volunteer at the animal shelter in summer, but I like rotating my charitable efforts to help a bit of everything and everyone. Seeing people’s faces light up over a warm meal has been incredibly rewarding. It’s hectic doing it between work, my second part time job, and my responsibilities but it sure makes my heart glow!
I also stopped celebrating my birthday on December 28th, years ago, shifting it to a more sacred date tied to a profound spiritual moment in my celestial journey. It also eases the gift burden on family and friends. This year, I insisted on no presents for me; I meant it, as I do every year, though they usually ignore me.
Instead, I asked for cards with a promise: that no matter how hard things get, they’ll stand by my side. And if possible, to do something nice for someone else, a donation or helping hand. I was touched that my little ones said they were more worried about me than asking Santa for much, though I managed to get them some things.
I’m sharing this to remind everyone that life and holidays transcend commercialism. These seasons can sometimes bring people down, but understanding their true roots reveals deeper, positive meanings year after year. For me, it’s cherishing priceless moments with my kids, collaborating creatively with my oldest daughter, witnessing their genuine love by honoring my no-gift request and promises of support, and helping others.
Sure, winter, whether Saturnalia, Yule, or Christmas, has its duality. Amid the optimism and blessings, I can’t deny moments of sadness missing my dad in his previous physical form or worrying about finances like any mother. But life is so much more than the material. These memories are the greatest gifts, ones I’ll carry forever. And my dad finally gets to see the Nutcracker in his new form 😉. God is good.
I thank God for them daily. I hope this inspires you to seek out those little moments, too.
Here are some of the Elf on the Shelf ideas Amber and I came up with:
The first scenario had our elves, one boy and one girl, taking off in the kids’ Barbie cars with Adree and Alex’s Barbies.
Next, Amber created a zip line where the boy elf, Sparky, rescued our female elf, Elvie, from getting stuck in a Christmas stocking.
Another day, Amber fashioned a parachute for the elves and had them draw beards on the kids’ pictures.
One of my ideas was having the girl elf attempt a ride on the ceiling fan, with little treats scattered as hints for the kids to follow when they get home from school, leading them to the elves’ hiding spot.
It’s so much fun. I see so many people making a big deal out of these types of things on TikTok, repetitively, posting, just for views. And so I wanted to share it for those who value my work and like to read my thoughts or what I have to say, here in a more intimate place at my online diary platform.
I think the biggest thing that I hope for by sharing my life publicly at all, isn’t to gain sympathy, and it certainly isn’t to gain fame. We all know that’s never going to happen😂. But what I hope to gain from it is that I can inspire other people to see the beauty, even in the ugliest times of life. I hope that people can see that God is there for them, even when it seems that he’s not. He’s there, in the love that you find around you, or even if you don’t receive it, he’s found in the love that you give. I hope people can come to realize that while they waste time worrying about every little thing excessively, that they miss out on the time that they could have had with people that matter. Not everything has to be what the world makes it into, you can create your own reality.
Nonetheless, I hope that this story made a few people laugh. And if not, I hope that it inspired someone to get out there and do something nice for other people or someone. It takes your mind off of what’s happening in your own life, and it certainly shows you that it may not be as bad as some other people have it, and that you have the ability to make someone’s situation better. Isn’t that the cycle of life? It should also bring a great realization that this world has really taken the true meaning out of so many things, and what they’ve turned things into has literally beaten people down into the ground as slaves. Value the people in your life, and do as much good as you can. And if you have the ability to bless others, do so. It’s the people that matter the most because they are what carry the weight of God within them, no material man-made created thing holds such value. Don’t waste time, allowing the world to push you down to where you stop feeling like you care about the things you used to, and can’t seem to find joy anymore. Don’t look back on the things that you didn’t have with anger or resentment, but with love and understanding, and change the cycles that you saw and didn’t like, through your own actions. That’s one way you break through the duality.
I hope everybody has a wonderful holiday season. 
Embracing the Eternal Echo: Coping With Sensitivity, Solitude, and the Sacred Dance of Forgiveness
In the quiet hush of this morning’s dawn, winter’s frost etched silver filigree on the windowpane, I found myself once more at the precipice of my soul’s vast ocean. The world hums with unseen currents, vibrations of joy and sorrow, love and loss, that lap at the shores of my being like relentless waves.
As an empath, an ascended soul traveling the awkward alchemy of the spiritual and the mundane, I am both vessel and voyager.
Visions pound me hard. My heart, a cosmic sponge, absorbs the experiences of my previous lifetimes, but this one especially. Pictures flashed in my mind and led to memories.
I thought of the laughter of Alexander’s first Halloween mask, the sting of a father’s untimely departure. My thoughts moved to recalling the glitch of my smartphone that mirrors the fractures in our fragile connections. Everything flooded into my third eye like a picture book whose pages were being flipped through too quickly.
2012. I saw my first client emailing that they were happy that a spell I did, reunited she and her lover.
2013. I saw Amber, Gia and I playing “Just Dance”. We were poor still. Amber, Noah and I shared a bedroom, me sleeping on the floor at night so that the kids had beds to rest in. On weekends, we all took to the floor with blankets, Amber ‘s friend Gia joining us, (I still always miss her). Without money or transportation, we were left to games on the Wii at home or long walks to get out. In that memory, we all danced to “Starships” by Nicki Minaj. It was our workout. Not enough funds to join a gym.
Another image flashed. 2014. I was sitting on my computer on a website called “Starseeds.net”. People flooded my messages with questions about spirituality. My blogs and YouTube channel had already been up for a year and half already and many wanted to know more. I used a photo of myself holding a crystal ball encircled by a rainbow, as my profile pic.
2014. A man named Mark from Australia and I had become close friends through my work online. I was awaiting his email in the vision, but received one from a woman named Sherry, a real estate agent from California. She asked me to join her on a cruise out there, after helping her. Excitedly, I begged my parents to watch Amber and Noah so that I could go, but they said no. I was so disappointed. I had never really been anywhere. Mark got in touch with me later, and cheered me up.
Another image appeared, of later that same year. I sat in my backyard, but this time I had finished doing a spell with my daughter. We had a huge fire and called the elements of fire. It was a beautiful night under a blood moon. Amber and I used the remaining embers of the dying bonfire to roast marshmallows. It was a beautiful Summer evening. A ghost stole a bite of her marshmallow in the picture!
The images continued, one after the other, all containing moments that played in like movie clips in my third eye, teleporting me back to missed days of old. Times that were simpler. I could hear the voices as we chatted in the images. The music that played back then could be heard as clearly as if the radio was right by my side again next to me, playing them all over again clearly.
Outside the energy felt somewhat normal with hints of sentiment. Tapping back into the energy at present, it all felt so empty. Nothing like the years before. I started channeling further and found myself spiraling down the rabbit hole.
I went from years ago in the past, to the present, and by that time, I was expanding into the firmament. I felt the world’s depression, loss, and the fears of so many people which lingered in the airwaves.
I saw Ukraine.
I saw the pasttimes of the country, memories of families who once lived there. Some of their family members were dead, others… separated from each other by taking refuge elsewhere. I felt the people missing their loved ones. I saw an elderly woman’s memories of having grown up there since she was small. Already she had lived in danger there once during the holocaust, but eventually there was peace. Oh how different Ukraine was then! I felt her feelings of hopelessness of witnessing war again.
It was all so sad. I saw backhanded deals in politics. I saw my own future. I saw protests erupting next year, more.
After long, I wished the visions would stop. But how? By that time, I had let the whole world in. And it hurt in more ways than one.
Afterwards, I just shutdown. I think I started to shut down a long time ago. I didn’t shut my gifts down, but I started holding in my visions, my thoughts, keeping them to myself, to protect myself. Aside from the world, I witnessed so many traumatizing things through my visions, from allowing so many people to get close to me in the past, knowing that they would hurt me. I know I can only blame myself for allowing them in, but my unconditionally, loving heart could never deny anyone. And I have no regrets. Yet, I hurt inside to think of human nature. Heaven explains it, but I can’t grasp it yet. Or I have difficulty accepting rather. How can people hurt others? How can people prioritize themselves instead of their loved ones? Why are they so blind to so many things? How can they just follow the world so easily. How can someone hurt someone who has been so good to them? Why hurt animals? Children? How can people treat one another like objects? I ask heaven so many of these questions and even in the deepest explanations that they give me, I say: “ No.”
Humans can be shifty. Communication makes me jumpy.
Imagine if you can, I receive a single text, innocuous to most, yet as I open it , it makes me shake within like a meteor shower. Nausea rises, visions flicker at the edges of sight, tremors ripple through limbs unbidden. It’s not the fault of the person texting me, it’s the remnants of the visions that I had, that have me shaken up. Or, that I saw too deeply. Why can’t I just see everyone the same as everyone else, where things are hidden from the ordinary in a persons past, or mind, and are never seen?
Trying to text back, I sense the individual is low in vibration, good, sweet natured, but in need of healing. I hesitate to reply. I can’t add one thing to the other. It’ll cause me so much uneasiness afterwards. I seek to see the good. I always look for the good. I told Heavenly Father, that even if I see a bad person who has even 10% of potential to be good, I’ll focus on them. I’ll do anything to show the best in them, to the person themselves too. Many times the percentage increases. Most times, even if it does, I get hurt.
It’s worth it, I suppose💔.
Sometimes, I wish I just wasn’t as I am. But this is my reality, where psychic sensitivity amplifies the world’s into roars. In my own growth, I’ve learned that such overloads stem not from weakness, but from an unshielded light-body, porous to the residues of others’ unresolved traumas. I have dealt with it all of my life.
A casual phone call becomes a conduit of shadows; an in-person exchange, a deluge that leaves me bedridden, soul-spent. Why can’t people just love?
The Hypersensitive Heart: A Gift Wrapped in Thorns
But the divine irony! This vulnerability is the forge of deeper wisdom. It compels me to erect sacred boundaries, not walls of resentment, but veils of holy solitude. It all teaches me so much, with heaven narrating over top to peel back layers.
It’s been a lot , to see the things I’ve seen. Like the lotus folding into the muddied waters to emerge pristine, I must retreat to recalibrate.
I have chosen, with a heart both heavy and liberated, to limit draining interactions: no more unvetted visits, no lingering calls that siphon my essence. I make the plans, and initiate texts. For years I’ve ensured that I avoided overload by avoiding calls and visits except after spiritual healings, and being completely pre-prepared. Even my cell phone stays far from me on a shelf, when not in use. Even the exposure to the Non-ionizing radiation off of my phone makes me feel low. I don’t under how people can sit on their phones all day? I get nausea and throw up after awhile.
In terms of health effects, cell phone radiation can greatly hurt your DNA, and ruin spiritual DNA activations if the person doesn’t rejuvenate by renewing the activation, and receiving quantum atomic healing to wash away those harmful energies. And let’s face it, there are other toxins in the energy all around us, in the ether. I wish people would trust me. I’ve always just tried to enlighten and keep everyone healthy. But I have to be in a good place divinely, in order to help those who seek me.
Instead, I will continue to offer my gifts through the ether, texts that carry healing frequencies, online sanctuaries where souls connect without the crush of proximity. In this choice, forgiveness blooms not as erasure, but as elevation. To love unconditionally is to see the divine spark in every wanderer, to release their hooks without bitterness, granting them, and ourselves, the freedom to evolve.
Although I’m already spiritually evolved myself personally, bad energy, stagnant energy, the sun, even my own psychic gifts can all harm me, depending on the nature of what I’m seeing or experiencing. It’s a shame.
I truly always dreamed of having a lot of people around me, and even maybe to even have had a true helper to share my life with, someone that I could really harmonize energies with. But sadly, it’s not looking like that’s going to happen for me, being that I’m sensitive like this. My true marriage, is to God, my people, and my kids. That will always be my sacred vow.
I know how much more heartbreaking it is for the heavenly beings to witness earth’s current state and human conditions. I speak with many of the angels each day about it, leaning on them as a shoulder to cry on. I love humanity and earth so much, and it kills me to see evil.
All the while, so many other people would rather ignore it, or they mirror it back outwardly, or they wonder why should anyone even care since earth has had corruption since beginning of time anyway?
That’s not the point.
Even having been around looking down from above, prior to coming to earth, we knew that it was a corrupt place, but we also knew that it was going to get worse. That’s why messenger’s were sent every so many thousands of years, to help people awaken. That’s how much heaven cares, that sensitive, perfect messengers are sent down into this world that literally is heartbreaking and hard to handle to live in, to walk through this hell in order to help enlighten other people so that they can be done with the planet’s trappings, and they won’t have to experience the suffering here anymore. That’s sacrifice, and true love.
But nobody really notices it since there are so many, fake spiritual teachers out there, fake prophets, and miracle workers, and the few real ones are ripped off for their truth, being pushed into the background so that humanity never finds the true gateway out of here, they only feel hopeful through the facade.
The Fading Flame: Why Healings Demand Devotion
That’s why I created special packages that worked together, to create that feeling of divinity for people while they got the very best healing for every part of themselves. In Hinduism and Buddhism, they believe that each part of yourself is a part of your spirit. Mental, emotional, spiritual and physical. The same applies in the teachings of Jesus, only they disguise it a bit more. Jesus once said: “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery. But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” (Matthew 5:27). So to think about something is just as bad as doing it, and you’re using your thoughts and your emotions to ponder over something or desire it. All that’s left is to use your spiritual energy to push it into action. Even Proverbs 23:7 says: “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.”
In our era of accelerating ascension, the spirit’s machinery whirs with unprecedented fervor. Global energetic shifts, tied to solar flares, geomagnetic storms, and the collective churn of awakening, thicken the vibrational soup we swim in. Healings are more important than ever before. The imbalance in earth’s energetic grid, the pollution in the air, the negative frequencies being emitted through the web of collective consciousness, it’s all dangerous to a spiritual being. Sure getting healings all of the time isn’t going to promise that you’re going to have a successful career, but it helps you have better connections with other people, clear thoughts, better, physical health, and it keeps you uplifted and closer to the divine sense, the divine energy surrounds you.
Imagine just having close spiritual ties with people in your family can be detrimental to your health. If the people that you’re closest to, or thinking negative things, that streams back-and-forth through your spiritual ties, and you may end up feeling aggravated, irritable, or depressed, not knowing why, when it’s actually coming from someone that you are closely tied to. I’ve known this as a spiritual fact for a very long time, which is why I’ve put so much emphasis on also keeping soul ties clear.
You’re using half of yourself when thinking negative things that you shouldn’t be. These belief systems knew how imperative it was to keep these layers of self purified and clean, especially in an experience that continues to protect negativity all around you. Even on a subconscious level, you’re being poisoned every day. It’s in television, music, the Wi-Fi wavelengths that are invisible throughout the air that carry information and actually literally passes through you. That invisible intel enters your consciousness.
It’s also your own subconscious through things that you haven’t worked through yet that you struggle. Additionally, you’re infiltrated by the things that you see all around you in the world with your eyes, and even on social media. All of this is deliberately constructed to keep you down.
Environmental toxins, digital distortions, and the relentless pull of lower entities conspire to erode our alignments. I’ve witnessed it in my healings: a profound session that fuses your aura with angelic light, activates dormant DNA strands, and deflects the dross of daily discord, only to wane weeks later, like a candle guttering in the wind.
Why do these sacred infusions not “stick”? Well, part of it is entropy, the universe’s inexorable slide toward disorder. Even metaphysically there are etheric leaks, where ungrounded intentions invite parasitic vibes.
Spiritually, it should be a priority and a reminder of our co-creative dance on earth together. but sadly, there aren’t enough people I think this way you were even care. And many people aren’t taking care of their energy in order to provide that beacon of true pure light any longer. Healing is not a one-and-done elixir but a rhythmic maintenance, a devotion to the divine rhythm, devotion to your spirit and devotion to be a light worker by carrying purified light. Just as a garden demands weeding and watering amid seasonal changes, so too must we recommit to our light.
In my practice, I made perfect combination packages and even lowered the prices for a work that is divine and invaluable due to the unsurpassable worth, not out of obligation, but out of reverence for the soul’s sovereignty. Think of it, these types of healings wouldn’t even exist on earth to help people, if the Lord had not provided us with them. General Reiki by unskilled practitioners who can’t see your spiritual blueprint, doesn’t last very long, and there are no other healings out there that can get to the quantum atomic levels, rejuvenate cells, clean the layer of your aura, unclog your chakras, release, sicknesses, and infuse you with a higher vibrational energy from a higher dimension, like the ones that the Lord gave us in design. Plus, having a divinely constructed protection grids to lock that in?
The Lord also provided us with the ability to not only do this for ourselves or other people, but for homes and spaces. This way environments can feel clean and clear, welcoming, for people that enter. Even for people that own office spaces or businesses, these services help in making it more inviting and enjoyable. Haven’t you ever walked into an office and it was just cold and dull? Later on you went home feeling exhausted? Awakened spiritual people have the ability to change things for the better, but today they are forgetting to care about it.
Being a light worker isn’t just being a better person, acting more kindly toward others, or making better choices that are best for you and other people. Being a light worker isn’t just an environmental work. The term light is added to the word light worker because it also matters, the condition of your energy and spirit. How can you be a bright beacon of light, if you allow your energy to be dimmed down, unkept, and uncared for?
Many people get tired of having to continuously keep up with their spiritual care, but to me, I’ll never give up on mine. If I can shine brighter, bring a Divine loving essence into a room, if I can make a home or space feel a little more heavenly, if my energy makes the interactions that I have with animals and other people feel authentic, heavenly and loving, if it brings joy to their life even for a moment, then I’ll continue doing the energy services needed to keep that going.
I know all too well the benefits of the services and how they keep your health in good place too. I value the temple that my soul dwells in. I not only want to be a beacon of light, but also remain healthy, celebrating that the Lord allowed me to the opportunity to walk in this body, and help other people. By caring for my body, I show him that gratitude.
But sadly, not many people look at it this way anymore, and they’re not willing to invest their time into caring for themselves this way because they don’t think of it this way.
Picture it: your energy field, once frayed by the world’s static, being made into a luminous shield, repelling what dims you and amplifying what elevates. This is the art of spiritual hygiene, where consistency transmutes fragility into fortitude.
With so much negative energy out there, and people lacking and caring for their light, it’s very difficult for me to interact. I can communicate through email and text, and so on, but to have voice to voice or even person to person contact, their energy tunnels through me since naturally I’m channeling them, as I do with everyone and everything
If their energy is negative, it’ll hit me like a virus and bring me down pretty hard. There was one time, for example, that I had gotten off of the phone with someone that hadn’t received any healings for a while. I didn’t want hurt the person’s feelings by saying anything at the time, but their energy was making me so ill that I wanted to rush off of the phone. However, I’m kind and patient, and I allowed the person to continue their conversation, knowing that they needed me. But when I got off the phone, I literally collapsed on the floor, sweating, and vomiting, my body shaking from the negative impact of their energy.
This is in no way to judge anyone, but only to show you that spiritual energy is a very real thing and for me these days, being as sensitive to it as I am through my gifts, I have to be extremely careful.
I was lucky someone was home with me at the time that they could pick me up and put me in a cold bath to help me. I can’t expect every person that wants to speak with me or see me, to purchase a service in order to do so, and so I don’t recommend services anymore. I talk about them here and there, but I leave it up to people to make their own decisions so as not to coerce anyone to buy anything. But the fact of the matter is, as the world’s conditions get worse, people are also worsening in their energetic conditions. It’s bad for them and it’s making it very hard for me to be as open with others as I used to be.
On Being Hurt
My love runs so vast,” I once confessed in a raw Facebook post, “that each hurt fractures my core.” Yet, in mending those fractures with grace, I become a conduit for the unconditional flow. So fragile, and so loving, to be hurt would make someone like me leery of anyone who had hurt me, ever again. They would never get the same connection with me again, as I would always feel the need to protect myself. Of course I would never abandon them, but I would become guarded. Even though many may say that I can see who people are, and what they’re capable of deep down, even before getting involved with them, which is true, I always believed that having someone that truly loves and accepts you without judgment, and is always there for you, could be the type of love that changes a person from being hurtful in nature at all. But in my experience, I tried to help the people that I saw who were capable of hurting me or anyone in some way. But they were only just suppressing their true nature to try to be a better person (which I respect), but it still came out in the long run, whether hurting me somehow, or other people. I don’t judge, my heart is full of unconditional love and kindness, but I have to ensure that my heart is safeguarded. It reminds me of an innocent pet that loves its owner, and sees the owner can do no wrong even though the pet senses it. Then one day the owner beats it, but the animal still purely shows love and devotion to them regardless.
Threads of Legacy: Family as the Eternal Web of Light
Amid these solitary vigils, family emerges as the heartbeat of the eternal, a story written from joy’s bright yarns and grief’s somber silvers. All we have, are each other.
Halloween, that liminal eve when veils thin and ancestors draw near, has become our family’s ritual of remembrance. My son Alexander, with his pint-sized bravado, donned the killer clown guise this year, a nod to my father’s wild, elaborate costumes from my childhood, when Friday the 13th marathons left me huddled in terror. In that red-nosed regalia, Alexander channeled not just play, but legacy: honoring the grandfather he never met, bridging the chasm of loss with laughter and strangers’ cheers at a contest we miraculously won.
These moments are divine postscripts, reminders that love defies the linear tyranny of time.
My daughter Adriel’s paper airplane prayer that I mentioned in a previous entry, scrawled with pleas for adventure and ease, looped back not as grand fortune, but as a cascade of small miracles: an impromptu outing, a rediscovered iPad, a trickle of unexpected funds. Even the banal betrayals of technology, like my cursed iPhone 16’s phantom glitches ( never upgrade, heed my warning!), value this truth.
In the eternal now, devices falter, but soul bonds endure. They stitch across lifetimes, where I once foresaw my father’s passing at age 3 in the astral world, and again at age twelve, a psychic precognition that now informs my gentle guidance of my children through their own sensitivities. i’m guiding them through it but seeing how hard it is for me to live with these gifts, sometimes I wonder if it’s even something I want for them.
The River of Time: Virtue in the Vast Unfolding
At its core, our spiritually awkward sojourn is a meditation on time, not as a thief, but as an eternal river, carrying us through infinite expressions of the One. I have glimpsed this in past-life echoes: the betrayals that birthed compassion, the abundances that taught non-attachment. Losses pile like autumn leaves, home razed by fire, students scattered by circumstance, health besieged by the body’s rebellions, yet each is a lesson in virtue. To see life truly is to embrace impermanence without clinging, to love without possession, to forgive as an act of cosmic courtesy.
In this river, every encounter is sacred instruction. The“opponents” who wound us? Teachers in disguise, polishing our edges toward brilliance. The dreams that dissolve? Invitations to alternate graces, where God’s itinerary unfolds with impeccable timing. We are not adrift; we are held. To live ablaze in this flow demands patience in manifestation, trusting that prayers, whispered or scribbled on folded wings, alight on divine ears. Speak your truth from the heart’s unguarded chamber, laced with loving kindness, and watch resentment transmute to release.
Awakening to the Eternal Echo
Dear seeker, if your soul quivers at the world’s unseen symphonies, know this: your awkwardness is your anointing. Guard your light with the wisdom of boundaries, tend your healings with devoted rhythm, cling to your family’s stories into eternity’s loom, and surrender to time’s benevolent current. In forgiveness, find freedom; in solitude, sovereignty; in every breath, the divine’s whisper:
You are enough. You are eternal. You are loved beyond measure.
For me, though, I am protecting my home space, and my own personal spiritual space from this day forward. I am here to be a servant to all of you, as I will always continue to do so. However, I’ve done this alone for a very long time, and feeling alone, can sometimes bring questions. Even though I am a divine being, delaying my Nirvana for now, to help others achieve liberation, I still wonder. I serve as a compassionate guide, giving forbidden unknown knowledge to seekers, I’m an angel! I even hear when people call out to me and I help them without them even having to let them know that I’m doing so. But either way, I walk in my life alone. I ask, did I do a good job?
As I’ve reached this stage of my life of great sensitivity, I’m proud that I have the family members that I do. Without them, I would be utterly alone.
It’s just me, my children and my mother. But what happens if something happened to me? Where would the kids go? What happens if we have no income? Where will we live? Already with hardships that we’re facing, these are questions that seem to need an answer sooner than later. I wonder, as I have given my life in devout service to the Lord, giving all of my time to helping others, and serving him, spending every moment of my breathing life in conversation with heaven and being a service to others, I am now at the age of 43. It makes me ask heaven: “Will it always be this way?” When you find people that share you special bonds and understanding with, never let them go. Even still, time sometimes takes them away. My best companion, my daughter Amber, grown. Noah, also grown and attending to his girlfriend and future in laws. Dad, deceased from one vessel and in a different form that doesn’t hold the same dynamic. Mom, recluse. Everyone still here, not in the same way. I love deeply. I could have built life with anyone and everyone, Yet, I watch my future and the vision lead me into a fully bloomed lotus.
A single lotus flower, the bloom itself, typically lives for 3-5 days once it fully opens, during which it unfurls in the morning sunlight and closes partially or fully at night. After this, the petals wither and drop, leaving behind the seed pod, which matures over the following weeks. This is the definition of life. Even with 100 years is short compared to Earth’s age. Our lives are not long enough. The lotus symbolizes impermanence and rebirth. My life has bloomed, my seed pod, my children, growing up as my petals wither away. And while many flowers bloom together, the lotus lives standing alone, having risen from mud, not some strong hold of hardened earth, surrounded by water, the emotions I life with that encircle me everyday, seeing life with this view of only bright light.
I embrace the light totally. I love fully. And I see life truthfully.
Keeping everything written here in mind, I encourage everybody to take care of their spiritual energy, especially during the times that we live in. I know that I’ll be very overprotective of mine. That includes my home, my personal space, and my spiritual energy. I may have lived to be 40 something years old already, which brings a great deal of life experience, but I’ve lived many other lifetimes too, and I’ve witnessed many things from heaven as well to know, that there are many things in this world to be aware of, and to see what the most important things are that we should focus our time and intention on. I see through people, the masks that they wear, the façades that they try to display, and for me, I’m all about being real.
So in this, I’ll always be here for everyone, always! If you need me, you know where to reach me. Shoot me a text message but please respect that right now, my spiritual gifts are putting me in a very vulnerable place as well as the challenges and hardships that I’m facing in my life alone.
Yet, in this hypersensitivity lies not a curse, but a clarion call, to forgive fully, to boundary boldly, and to heal ceaselessly in the eternal now. Put the things that are supposed to matter the most, first. Be the big of light that shines brightly and more ways than one and don’t neglect your spiritual care, your home environments, or the layers that make you who you are mentally, emotionally, spiritually or even physically. You are the temple that holds the living light. And continue to learn. I’m not quite sure how much longer I’ll be able to pay for my online school and once it’s gone, all of the lessons there will go with it. Enroll in some of them and take advantage of it while it’s there. Even though there are so many people out there that are replicating some of my teachings, even using AI to try to act as if they know something Deeper, my teachings are authentic and truly from heaven. It would be a terrible thing to miss out on in this lifetime. Like I said, heaven sends a messenger every so many thousands of years, to come and find the people that they want to come home, and awaken them. Continue being one of those people. 
May this echo resonate in your chambers, stirring the lotus within. Chase the ripples, cherish the now, and bloom unapologetically.
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.
I had intended to include this in a private message to someone that I felt needed to hear it. However, upon writing it, the Lord advised that I should make it a public letter because there are actually many people in need of hearing these very same words. Therefore, here we are.
As you know, I tend to write on this blog, almost as if it’s my public journal. Many of you know many deep and intimate things about me in my life as I’ve been extremely open and transparent to everyone. However, I don’t think that I’ve touched base on my soul contract change much, other than just mentioning that I had changed it. So, I would like to talk about that for a minute. I would have done a video, but I’m working on another topic right now and thought sometimes I’m a little better at expressing things when I write my words out anyhow.
Learning In Life
First, I want to share that I’ll be creating some videos soon where I’ll talk openly about some of the struggles I’ve faced in my life. I feel it’s the right time to do so because I know many of you might have gone through similar experiences. It’s important to embrace all parts of ourselves, especially as we work toward Awakening and preparing ourselves for heaven. Through experience, we gain wisdom—especially if we’ve learned from those experiences. If we don’t learn from our mistakes or lessons, then that’s truly folly.
In some cases, people simply lack guidance and don’t get it the first few times around. And that’s okay, too. Sometimes, individuals take the path of severity on the tree of life, but ultimately, it all depends on where you’re at in your journey. The Lord Himself says that when you’re working on things in your final lifetime—your last opportunity to evolve and ascend—you must work through your karma and fulfill your purpose. Otherwise, the whole journey might seem meaningless.
Yet, even in those moments, it’s still your story—your experience of living, loving, laughing, crying, and even losing. Whether negative or positive, it’s still beautiful and meaningful. But, when it comes to ascending to heaven, we must truly work toward perfecting ourselves. All saints in heaven are perfect—there’s no doubt about that. Anyone claiming otherwise is not being truthful. These beings are high vibrational, filled with divine wisdom because they’ve transcended imperfections and grown through their journey. Their wisdom now guides others throughout the universe.
It’s true that there are many realities and lessons to explore, and while I don’t see Earth as my enemy, I must say it’s probably one of the harshest places. As I mentioned in a previous video, Earth is like a planet that contains all the deadly sins—making it incredibly difficult for souls to transcend lessons here. Many go through lifetime after lifetime, stuck in repetitive patterns, repeating the same mistakes without truly learning. Even when they do learn, selfishness often still rules, and people continue to make the same errors because they want to.
There are those who say they didn’t really want to continue in this way, but if someone knows better and still chooses to act otherwise, then they’re doing what they want—plain and simple. The Lord isn’t judging to condemn; He’s judging to see who’s worthy of ascending. Will the person stay trapped in the 3D world, or will they choose to move upward into higher realms of learning and growth?
As I’ve often taught before, it’s like progressing through school. You start in kindergarten; nobody skips straight to third grade. You need to master each level before moving on. Sure, some people can jump grades, but only if they put in the effort and truly learn what’s necessary at each stage. How can anyone put in that effort on Earth when they’re born without memories of their past lessons? It’s a very tough place to be, and believe me, the rulers of Earth make it that way. That’s why messengers and teachers have always come to light the way for those meant to leave this place.
That doesn’t make anyone better than others—it simply means they’ve transcended the lessons of this particular space. And that’s truly wonderful, because who would want to stay here, right? Which brings me to my next point: staying here.
My Way Out?
Back when I was quite active in my line of work, I shared a deeply personal piece of information with many of my followers—about my eventual departure from Earth. I had spoken openly about the possibility of leaving around the age of 33. I know it’s hard for some to believe, but I don’t need a major accident or catastrophe to leave this Earth when the time comes. The Lord will prepare the way, and that will be it. How He chooses to do so—whether through illness, a car accident, or otherwise—is entirely up to Him. Who can truly decide their own moment of death? I think most would prefer to transition peacefully in their sleep, and I could ask for that blessing, but I also recognize that it might be selfish to do so.
There are so many people who face horrific ways of dying, and I’ve always been mindful of that. Just as I’ve shared with many of you about the trials I face, I’ve also been blessed with countless miracles in my life. But honestly, I’m no different from anyone else. Just because I’m a messenger of the Lord doesn’t mean I’m treated differently or that I don’t face challenges. I have to go through struggles just like everyone else—otherwise, it would be unfair, a sign of favoritism.
Trust me, the Lord blesses me abundantly. When I’m struggling, He finds ways to help. When something goes wrong, He steps in to fix it. And when I can’t do something for myself, others come to my aid. I plan to share many of these miracles in the upcoming videos about my life. But for now, just know that I could have chosen a different path—one that might have been easier or more comfortable—but I didn’t want to be treated any differently. I wanted to walk this earth like anyone else, without selfishness, understanding that many people suffer every day. Why would I want to be made special above others?
The same philosophy applies to my death. Whatever way the Lord wishes for me to leave this life, I will accept it. I won’t make selfish requests about how it happens—I only ask that He be with me afterward. That’s what faith in the Lord is about: carrying your cross, just as Jesus did. Many don’t realize that carrying the cross didn’t just mean accepting death; it also symbolized bearing the burdens of life itself. The cross represents the four directions of this world—north, south, east, and west—and life’s challenges come from all angles. Whether you walk north or south, east or west, you’re here to face those burdens.
If Yeshua/Jesus had to carry his cross and face tribulations, so must we. I’ve worked hard to clear my karmic debts, to learn all the lessons I came to Earth to master, and to fulfill my Earthly and Akashic purposes. These purposes are crucial because they demonstrate that I’ve accomplished what I set out to do here. For me, I didn’t have a choice—because I was sent here as a messenger. I could have run away, hidden, or ignored my calling, but I didn’t. That’s what brings me to my next point.
Fulfilling My Purposes
I am here to make life easier for others. My purpose has always been to provide insights, to prepare everyone for the future, and to ensure that those the Lord intended received knowledge—encouraging them to do their best to improve themselves, find some measure of happiness in this lifetime, and view life with eyes wide open. I believe I’ve done a good job in fulfilling that mission. So, when I was told I would leave around the age of 33, I didn’t mind so much.
However, having faced many hardships in my life, I never truly had the chance to experience the simple joy of being a mother. I’ve had two children before, but my parents lived with me, and as you know, even as a messenger and someone wise, parents are parents. For me, it was a little different with mine because they always treated me as a little innocent angel that they were extremely overprotective with. They help me with my sensitivities, even when it came to school, and I always guided me and my gifts. But because they were always protecting me and sheltering me because of my abilities, I guess that made them feel like they had a right to dominate my life at times. I appreciate their help. I do. But I longed for the opportunity to raise children whom I could teach entirely on my own terms—by my own rules and influence. I wanted to walk a different spiritual path with them, one that I could shape based on my own understanding and experience.
I taught my older children well, but I’ve learned that each person learns differently. Through my own journey, I’ve discovered better ways to awaken and nurture a child early on—methods I couldn’t fully implement when I was younger, with my first two children. So, I wished for a chance to fully embrace motherhood, to raise two more souls who would be awakened, virtuous, and saintly—a legacy of my love and teachings that they could leave behind in this world. And at the time, I was doing pretty well with my work that I thought finally after all of the challenges that I face in life, this was the most perfect time in my life that I could expand my family, and that I’d have the financial resources to do it. Lord had mentioned struggle in the future, but by that time I had hoped to get a lot done in my life to where I’d be situated. Instead, I placed so much focus on helping other people that I hadn’t put so much time into helping myself. Luckily I’ve had good people around me though. 
Nonetheless, I went to the Lord about this, he told me that I had truly suffered a great deal in my life, and that in my earlier experiences or lifetime on earth, previously, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to experience what I truly desired to experience on earth, which was finding true love. It didn’t matter to me how I found it. Maybe just motherhood itself was enough to understand what true love was really about. And believe me, I can truly say today, that it is. There’s nothing more beautiful on earth or anywhere really, than love that is shared between a mother and her children who really do love one another. I always looked to find that kind of love in other people. It’s the kind of love that heaven has for each other, it’s the kind of love that heaven feels for all humanity. Coming to earth, it was my greatest longing to find that type of love here.
But experience after experience, I discovered that it really didn’t exist here. You can imagine love and romance all you want, you can imagine falling in love with your twin flame or some soulmate that enters your life like some fairy tale. And perhaps for some, that can be a reality. But for me, I found true love through being a mother. And I just hadn’t felt that I had experienced enough of that. Yet, the Lord had taught me that motherhood isn’t just about bringing children into the world. It’s about who you leave an impact on as well. Just like soul parents up in heaven play a significant role in guiding your journey, any spiritual guide that has taken responsibility for you and walked you through your life is sort of like a parent.
Therefore, he made it a valid point that true love did exist. It existed through me and the love that I felt for every single person that I had helped. Everybody I cared for, guided in their life, and helped them to make better choices through my insights. But they were all abroad and far away. Even though doing the readings and healings often made them feel like they were right here with me, I just wanted to feel that love and nurturing again—if not with a partner, than by being able to raise new children. That was the only thing I really wanted for myself out of this entire planetary experience, was to find true love in humanity here. That, and being able to help people find God and love themselves.
Expanding My Soul Contract
And so I asked the Lord if I could have a little more time. I asked him if I could be a parent and enjoy my time on earth—nurturing and caring for others, not just new children that I would go on to create, but also through the people they had come to bond with through my work and love. He told me that he didn’t mind if I extended my spiritual contract for more time, but that everything is an even exchange. Being a messenger, I would have to offer him something in return.
I wasn’t even able to have children, to be honest with you, and I didn’t really have anybody to have the children with, even though they came through very upsetting circumstances that I have yet to even talk about or reveal. Perhaps someday.
Still, all things happen the way that they do, good or bad, for a reason. And the kids have been greatest joy aside of the cruelties that I’ve faced.
In that, he told me I could say that I could continue my journey in searching for true love through motherhood, and the love experienced through the lives I’ve touched, if I would in return provide detailed prophetic messages to the world—messages to prepare people for the world changes that we’re about to experience.
At the time, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, so I agreed. I had already had many visions as a girl, and the future. I already had an idea of what the future was going to end up like.
Seeing now how heavy the messages are, the visions I have to live with, the emotions and impact they make, I see just how much it costs. But that’s okay. I’m super humbled and thankful that the Lord allowed me the opportunity to provide His messages to his people. In exchange for that, I’ve been granted a little more time on earth, a few new loved ones to add to my family, and a continued connection with those I have come to love, meeting them in this spiritual journey.
Back when I was first told that my time here would at the age of 33, going on 34, I didn’t feel I had much left anyhow. I was told my father would pass October 4, 2019, and my older children were growing up quickly, nearing adulthood. My parents were aging, and I knew Dad would pass away soon after I was supposed to leave anyhow. I also hadn’t found love through a partner. Although, I did find companionship in a few friends. In my mind, I accepted not continuing the journey into old age.
Perhaps the Lord was right in His judgment—taking me at 33. That way, my older children would be old enough to stand on their own, I wouldn’t have to witness the loss of my father, and I would have fulfilled my role in guiding those whom the Lord had brought into my life, leaving behind teachings that many could benefit from.
But I decided to change my soul’s contract to live longer anyway. Before, I felt leaving my teachings behind and departing before the chaos in the world intensified was a purpose well accomplished. However, the Lord had made a deal with me: and I could stay longer if I chose, which I did, to have another chance to be a mother and raise some beautiful Saintly souls.
In return, I agreed to carry the weight of relaying the herald’s predictions starting in 2019. You might remember I’ve shared some predictions before, but none on the scale as the angelic messages that began in 2019, before the pandemic and the upheaval we see today.
This extra time I chose, came with a heavy responsibility. I promised the Lord that I would deliver His messages through the Saints to help people be more prepared and insightful about what’s happening around them, and I’m doing it. Believe me, it’s a profound burden to bear.
Why Share Now?
I haven’t shared this with anyone else until now, but I felt it was important to do so.
Why? Because there is a deeper purpose to it all. It’s not just about me. It’s also about you. All of you.
I don’t believe most people realize how important they truly are until someone takes the time to tell them. So, I want to tell you something reader: you have helped me in accomplishing my goals of discovering love on this planet, and helping people find God. The truth is, I haven’t known many truly good people in my journey. Over the years, I’ve encountered con artists, those who have been abusive or manipulative, liers, bullies, and individuals who have taken me for granted. I see evil people a lot in the world in general. Many people I’ve met have prioritized their own needs over others, out of self-interest or selfishness.
When I first stepped into this line of work many years ago, I was afraid. I feared I would face ridicule, or worse, treatment far harsher than what I experienced in my daily life—though not online, but in the physical world. Despite my fears, I courageously opened my heart accepting the purpose I was sent here to do, sharing my beliefs and the lessons I’ve received from the Lord personally. I expected backlash, but surprisingly, I haven’t faced many trials from others. Instead, the Lord has brought wonderful people into my life—people like you—who have touched my heart in ways words can’t fully express.
Even though we don’t speak every day, I think of you often. The healing work I do for you is deeply personal—an act of love and light—and I find myself emotionally and spiritually connected to you, as if you were a cherished family member living right beside me. Because of your presence in my journey, I look forward to each time you come by. I can feel you.
Knowing that you are kind-hearted and striving to be a better person in a world that can often feel cold and harsh has truly lit up my life like a bright beacon.
Even though I may have an awakened viewpoint, doesn’t mean that I don’t sometimes see the negative in life too. Like I said, I’ve seen a lot of ugly things and crossed paths with a lot of mean people. I truly do understand the reason for it everything that happens and the ways of life, but sometimes it’s so hard to take in. You’ve shown me that not everyone is lost to evil, that goodness still exists. Meeting people like you reaffirms my belief that the Lord has a purpose for holding onto this Earth. If people like you exist, He has every reason to keep fighting, to keep awakening others—regardless of who they are, what they believe, or what they do—because the purity of their heart matters most.
I just want you to know how much you mean to me. How much you’ve brightened my journey simply by being who you are. I hope you can see your worth when you look in the mirror, even on days when it’s hard to remember. I know it’s not always easy, and you may not hear words like these every day. But this comes straight from my heart, and I wanted to make sure you knew just how special you are to me.
So, the point I’m trying to make is that even though sometimes I look back and wonder about my choice knowing that my new children will have to grow up in a chaotic world, that I’ll probably be gone by the time they’re adults—knowing that this world is indeed a difficult place, how hard life can be even for me, and knowing that many of the insights I’ve shared have been questioned, or for believers, have caused anxiety—I still know that staying was the right decision. I’ve helped a lot of people, and I’ve had the privilege of meeting beautiful souls that the Lord continues to fight for on this planet.
I understand that life can be very hard sometimes, and there are moments when you may not want to keep going. Many people out there long to leave this world. Yet, even I, who was ready to go, went asking for more time, have extended my stay—knowing that the road ahead could become even darker and more difficult. Because, I knew that there was a way to experience true love in this world, and to actually achieve my purpose of finding it, as well as helping others find the Lord.
And I did so, through being able to meet and work with many of you. The children I have are a miraculous gift. But what’s additionally just as miraculous, it’s getting a chance to see all of you grow in faith. But the truth is, no matter how you feel about life, you are here for a reason. I say it all the time—together, as a collective. Just by being here right now, amidst the darkness, we are allowing the Lord’s light to live on. Despite everything trying to extinguish it, we continue to keep that light alive.
Therefore, I’m really thankful that I got to extend my spiritual contract and stay longer. I get to go through this time with all of you and prepare everybody with knowledge and wisdom. I am the messenger of this time, and you make that great responsibility worth it. I’m thankful for that, even though the days may be hard. I hope this changes your perspective in wanting to live out the fullness of your life, and to be thankful even among the challenges, to be here right now.
You are the light of the world. And you are especially a light in mine. Just as much purpose as I’ve given to you, you’ve given to me, and that’s a beautiful story just in itself. I have more messages and wisdom to share, more people to save, more souls to meet and love. And I have two kids to bring me joy along the way too. Looking at those gifts, makes life worth the choice. You have to find the joys in your own too, and stay strong. Even if it just being a light here for God, you are meaningful. Never give up! You never know what the future holds and asI would’ve been long gone by now, here I am with the greatest gifts God could give in life. You too, could end up with an unimaginable future. And if not, you still served a purpose just by being here.
Thank you for being a part of my records.
Use Your Contract For Greater Change
While some people come to me seeking contract changes all the time. There have even been a few requests to shorten their lives. However, that’s something I haven’t been given the power to do. The Lord grants me the ability to extend time for others, but ultimately, when a person goes to Him, it’s His decision. Even if I had that ability, I don’t think I would want to participate in it. I love people enough to see their value, their potential even if they don’t see it. I read the soul after all, and I know there’s a better way for them.
Honestly, I believe everyone is valuable and worth fighting for. Sometimes, I fight for people harder than they fight for themselves, through the guidance that I seek for them, and the prayers that I speak, as well as the behind-the-scenes things that I do to try to help their path without telling them. Each person should see the value in themselves to want to fight for themselves too.
I believe it’s more meaningful to give yourself more time to pursue and accomplish your dreams. If you’ve ever had thoughts like that, I sincerely hope you’ll reconsider. Use your soul’s contract to reshape your circumstances and make life worth living instead!
