By choosing to honor yourself. — I remember a friend of mine back in our high school days. There was something about her that bothered me when I looked at her. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We were in our teens, living the life of laughing and raves. It was fun. But man…

Not all that glitters is gold. — I’ve been noticing a toxic cycle happening within the birth of new spiritual and intentional communities. There is a new batch of cookie-cutter spiritual healers on the prowl for new clients and customers. Preying on the weak and vulnerable to ‘heal’ them with their powers of two-hour certifications. According to…

I’ve never won nor lost a contest because I’ve never entered any before in my life. That was until Robert Bigelow’s consciousness contest in January of 2021. A contest that looked for the best available evidence for the Survival of Human Consciousness after Permanent Bodily Death. Thirteen hundred applications flooded…

Spoiler Alerts Ahead Can you imagine if movies were indicators of what our future holds? I mean, who needs a psychic mediumship reading when you can watch subliminal messages on the screen, right? Right… If you haven’t tapped and tuned into one of the most popular series on Netflix currently…

When I quietly began whispering that I was becoming an expert at Spirit Releasement Therapy (SRT) on my private Facebook in 2015, the reactions were muffled. Childhood friends thought I was going crazy. These same friends contacted my ex-boyfriend to ask if our breakup ruined my mental health because I…

I got off an interesting call the other day where I heard of a woman’s experience in a healing circle. The woman, Sherry, described how the facilitator, let’s call him Joe, proclaimed his importance as a background. “I trained blah, blah, blah! It cost me $17,000! I am a master…

It’s been three weeks since I submitted a 21,141-word essay for Robert Bigelow’s Consciousness Contest. After three months of writing and a month of decompressing after moving across the world amidst a pandemic, it was time for fun. The term fun is relative to each person so I went kayaking…

I’m being spiritually harassed by a megalomaniac through spiritual means of black magic, curses, and invisible cords the physical eyes cannot see. I’ve had enough. I’ve let this go on for too long, it’s been almost a year since I felt the first twang of her specific black magic hit my auric fields…