Hi ladies 🌹 Just a reminder that we will be gathering in circle this Wednesday, 11.19. I'm excited to welcome my dear friend and wisdom keeper, @Sarah Connolly, as a co-facilitator for this week's call. She will be sharing a potent transmission about the death and rebirth process of our soul's evolutionary path. Bring a warm drink, a journal, and your full presence. Looking forward to sitting in circle with you. 💜 Check the calendar for your timezone and the Zoom link.

Hey Fam. This is for anyone who participated in the 9 day challenge. I'd like to ask 1-4 of you to create a small accountability group with me. I know that the dopamine hit of participating in a challenge like this will fade, and I want to make this challenge my starting point of a sustainable practice, rather than a one time thing. If there are anyone here who knows they need this, comment below and let's help each other rise to greatness. 💚

We’re here to create a space that truly serves you. So we’d love to know… What are you seeking here? What kind of support, conversations, or opportunities would help you most right now on your New Earth journey? Comment below and share your intention for being here. This will help us shape the community and create more aligned spaces, resources, and collaborations for everyone. Thank you! <3

Dear all, These past days have been truly inspiring , not only through writing my own Breakthrough Story, but especially through reading yours. ✨ It made me realize how often we don’t really listen to each other’s stories. Each of us here has walked a unique path — filled with moments of growth, pain, courage, surrender… all of it shaping who we are today. Every story is beautiful as our own. Different but pure. It takes trust and courage to share your story. And that’s what makes this challenge so special: that we dare to do this together. By reading your stories, I’ve felt not only deep recognition, but also a stronger sense of connection. Because in the end, that’s what it’s about — truly seeing and hearing one another. Without judgment. Without masks. So thank you. For your openness, courage, and authenticity. For sharing your Breakthrough Stories. 🌹

❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥🙌❤️‍🔥 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.