❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥 Hi… I’m Justice Calabro, a 21-year-old seeker and revolutionary who gave up everything I knew before to be here now with you. I humbly admit it has taken me a long time to do this. I felt complacent because I had written it for myself, but I never took the action to share it with you like I asked you. So many of you have taken a leap, and so beautifully shared your stories, thank you for inspiring me to take the next step and share mine This is my Breakthrough Story. —————————————————- I was born on November 25, 2003, on a sunny day in the San Fernando Valley of Northridge, California. My father, Cliff, is the most passionate and humble man I know—so devoted to the security of our family that he gave up being a rockstar to be my dad. And my mother… wow. She has endured more pain and hardship than I could ever imagine. She was once a Pilates instructor, transforming people’s lives through movement. Before that, an inventor, where she met my father as a musician. But now, she struggles with stage three Crohn’s disease, fighting every day just to get out of bed. She was the strongest woman I had ever known… and now, I am convinced she is the strongest woman in the world. Why has the very woman who dedicated her life to helping others heal and reclaim their bodies had her own health taken from her? I do not know. But what I do know is that our love has been strengthened because of her pain. Now, let’s get to the mojo :) As a kid, my dad worked a lot, especially when I was younger, but when he was home, we connected deeply through video games. My relationship with my mom was more tense, but I was always inspired watching her train people as a Pilates instructor, transforming their lives. She was my disciplinarian—making sure I did what was asked of me. From second grade onward, I was heavily medicated. The first thing I saw every morning—before I even got the chance to take a conscious breath—was a pill being put in my mouth.

Just want to share why i haven't been so active lately. I know i don't need to do this, but i feel like. My grandfather has just been moving to an elderly home. Which is great for him. He enjoys, but unfortunately his stepdaughter is the "responsible" person for him. She doesn't really care about him.. His new room almost empty and she said all the time, nothing fits anymore. Well i have been crying for 3 days, calling my brother, who is on a holiday, calling with the other family members and i decided i am going to take the responsibility for my grandfather. I wasn't even allowed to visit him, ofcourse i did that. I went there, i asked his permission to enter his house and today i brought him things he wanted. I came in a house which is almost empty and things he wants are hard to find. Much is already thrown away, even things from my family and postcards with stamps of a 100 y old. My grandfather is 92 almost. Yet right now i feel like his mother, needing to protect him from what is done to him. He was so happy to see me today again and we unpacked the things he had packed in. So Now real Life has been asking my full attention. He is my only ancestor alive right now, i am his only granddaughter and here i am. Caring so much that i had not really slept for 3 nights. Today made everything good, i will sleep good, cause i know he has the things he likes. Reminding him of his life. Like a album with pictures. It was quite a process, but i am following my heart. I've been told 2 times, if you follow your heart, it will never lead you astray🙏 I must say i already feel the effects of following my heart and taking care of the old man❤️

So much has been moving, and we’ve got some huge opportunities for all of us to connect set in stone in the calendar as well as an (WOMENS SACRED SPACE) happening the first week of February so check your calendar and put it so you don’t forget. We hear you ladies, we feel you, and we respect you! Thank you There has been so much beautiful feedback from everyone in the community. So please if you have any ideas or feel like there’s any ways that we can make improvements to the space or there are things that need to be said done or changed please let us know and we are happy to take them into consideration so that we can go create something truly awesome together! PS thank you for all the intentional, heartfelt messages, if I haven’t gotten back to you or it takes us a minute just know that we are fully devoted to giving you our 100% attention and love when we do respond and that takes with the intentional loving sacrifice of making space for that!

I was five years old the first time that somebody explored my body in a way that didn’t feel right to me. I froze, every single cell in my body knew it was wrong, but I froze. That same day we were walking, our parents just ahead of us and I couldn’t hold it back anymore because my insides were screaming at me, screaming at me to say something screaming at me to do something to make sure that this would never happen again, my shadow, my sweet sweet shadow was ready to howl. The words flowed freely and with conviction from my lips: ‘What happened was wrong and I didn’t like it, I’m gonna tell our parents’ I turned around and walked towards our Moms, and like the scared little boy that he was; afraid of getting in trouble for his curiosity because he knew it was wrong too, he came up behind me. I felt him before his menacing whisper met my ear, ‘Go ahead, go ahead and tell them. They won’t believe you anyways, and even if they do believe you, they’re going to be mad at you and they’re gonna hate you for what you’ve done.’ My feet skidded to a halt and in my memory I can still see the dust gathering around them. I froze… I became as still as a glacier and that was the first moment I fractured from my shadow, and I silenced her. That was the moment I didn’t allow her to protect me, that was the moment I chose to believe him. What if they did get mad at me? What if they did hate me? I couldn’t bare the thought of my own mother hating me. Of my father looking at me and not seeing his perfect little princess. So I grabbed my shovel, the one I often used to build sand castles, and I dug. I dug and I dug and I dug. I buried her so deep inside of the confines of my mind where she stay caged crying, pleading with me to let her out, to let her speak.. please she cried, ‘They’re going to listen, they will help us, please let me try.’ But I couldn’t take the chance, the fear had me paralyzed. So there she stayed buried. Left behind by my conscious mind. From the recesses of my psyche, she would generate more experiences like this one hoping, praying, believing that I would take the chance to unite with her and to speak, to scream NO! To stand up for myself, and to live my truth because as much as I blamed her for the hell that we were living, it was heaven that she was here to create. She loved me so much, and she believed in me more than I even believed in myself at that time. For someone that I constantly blamed, and throughly despised, shrouded in shame, there may be nobody that loves me as unconditionally as she does. It was this year I decided to start again. It was this year that I took her hand and all I felt from her was forgiveness and gratitude, every time I spoke these truthful whispers I would feel like I was going to die. Terrified, my voice would shake because part of me still believed him. Fear tried to consume me projecting these false realities where I was either dead, or experiencing an existence worse than death for speaking, and I would tremble my bones literally shaking, my breath erratic and scarce. Ironically every time I chose to let truth emanate from the vibrations of my vocal chords, the opposite would happen, I would feel amazing, I would feel free.

Today’s call was super fun. We had almost 100% attendance from last week which was absolutely crazy. We had the same amount of people… like WHAT!? Y’all are absolutely awesome. As a team, we’re working really really hard to make these challenges as impactful , raw yet, easy to sit through as possible. Your feedback is crucial for that, if you were in the call today, it would mean the world to me and Thor if you spent two minutes of your time reflecting on your experience today so that we can make it better for you next week❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 1. What was awesome, what was your favorite part of the call and your biggest Takeaways? 2. . What needs work, what was a pain point for you and or something you did not enjoy. 3. How we can Optimize?Your genuine input on what you think we could do better and specifically HOW ;) don’t just be doggin us now lmao 😜 Week #3 is next, where we will be kickstarting the 45 day accountability challenge, we’re gonna be opening up the floor for a lot more Q&A and spaciousness in these calls so that we can support you more intimately as a community. Replay will be posted tmr Afternoon/evening, it seems we had some people with their own private recording sessions going on so check your emails for those if you wanna watch it super soon! Peace and love you BADASS BROTHAS AND SISTAS ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥, Justice Calabro & Thor AArsand ;)