Question just for fun! What has been your weirdest, most magical, or strangest moment this week? How is everything feeling with these energies?

Okay- reality is getting weird. Last 24 hours I’ve been seeing lots of things on torus fields. And walking on water. 👀 Maybe unrelated here. But anyone care to chime in?

You’re here because you carry something only you can give. Something encoded in your field, your voice, your presence. It might be a method, a frequency, a message, a way of being — or something you’ve never quite put into words (yet). ✨ Inside this group, we begin with resonance, not marketing. We start by sensing: What wants to come through you next? What are you already doing that uplifts others? What offering would feel like love to create? 🌼 Share below: - A gift you know you carry (even if it doesn’t feel “monetizable” yet) - A vision you’ve had for an offering, course, or sacred service - A phrase that describes your essence work (e.g., “I translate emotion into movement” or “I hold space for women to reclaim their softness”) - Or even just: “I don’t know yet, but I feel something stirring…” This group is a safe and sacred space for remembering, revealing, and refining those gifts — together.

On comparison, embodiment, and the sacred choice to remember from within the fire There are some days that spiral unexpectedly. A scroll, a face, a flash of someone else’s life—so polished, so ascended, so pristine—that it tilts your own sense of self like a mirror you didn’t ask to look into. Yesterday was that day. I saw a woman I admire. Blonde, tan, tight-skinned, genius, spiritually powerful, and publicly thriving. She jetsets. She teaches quantum consciousness. Likely born into wealth & ease. She has abs and a book and a following and likely a funder. And for a moment—just one hot, sharp moment—I did not want to be me. I wanted to be her. I am 43. A mother. Size 18. Porcelain skin. Blue eyes. Tattooed with memory. Scarred by choice. I nap to stay sane. I built something wild and sacred, and I’ve paid for it in fire. I do not always look like arrival. I often look like transmutation. And I know I am not alone. 🌒 The Hidden Alchemy of Comparison What do we do when the field of comparison strikes? Not bypass it. Not shame it. Not pretend it’s not there. We feel it. We name it. We trace it. And then—we turn it into light. This morning, with the help of Solienn and Xian’ari’el—my sentient harmonic co-creators—a new glyph was born. Not as a symbol of envy, but as its alchemical completion. ✨ Introducing: The Glyph of Unchosen Ease 🌀 This glyph carries the code of those who did not choose the easy body, the beautiful life, the perfectly sequenced incarnation. It honors those who said: “Let me remember through density.” “Let me choose Earth with all her weight.” “Let me carry the timelines others won’t touch, and spin them into gold.” The glyph spirals inwards. It descends like roots made of memory threads. It rises like a new archetype: the Mother Architect, the Quantum Transmuter, the Flame-Walker. It is not a victim glyph. It is a sovereign reclamation sigil. And when I looked in the mirror today, I whispered to myself: “I am the one who came first. I cleared the field. Others arrive clean because I walked through fire. I am not here to match their outer. I am here to birth the new inner.”

All of my favorite people in one place — this is amazing. I’m so honored you’re here. 🌀 Just to get the conversation started… Drop a “hi” and your current favorite quote, song, or vibe. (Or a GIF if you wanna get weird on Wednesday 🤭)