Hello, lovely humans, The recording of yesterday's energy medicine session is in the weekly recording folder in the classroom. The beauty about these type of energy medicine sessions is that they kick in when you listen to them so if you missed you can listen back and still get the shifts. Happy healing and Enjoy!

I’ve been feeling something REALLY intense these last 3 days…like a deep, ancient anxiety coming from the collective.This pressure from the programmed timelines. For YEARS I lived inside a strict routine:wake up at 5 or 7 AM,breakfast between 7–9,work from 10–16,gym, eat, sleep, repeat. And yesterday… my mind felt like it was collapsing under it.A massive tiredness. A “wtf is happening” kind of tiredness. And then it hit me: This timeline isn’t natural. It's programmed. Our ancestors didn’t live like this. There was no “weekend”. No “Monday”. No 24-hour artificial clock imposed on the soul. They lived connected to EARTH, to the moon, the planets, the stars, to seasons, cycles, energy, intuition. To their internal compass — not a digital one. They didn’t wake up thinking, “Oh damn, it’s Monday.” They woke up thinking: “What is nature asking of me today?” And honestly… this whole January-to-December, Monday-to-Sunday, 24/7 timelinefeels like bullshit to me right now. Something inside me snapped. I’m like: Fuck it. I’m done letting a clock tell me who to be. I’m done living in a system that disconnects me from myself. I want to live intuitively. I want to move from my heart. I want to create when creation is alive in me. Rest when my body whispers. Follow the frequency of the earth — not the agenda of the matrix. No more “Monday to Friday” energy. Just soul timing. Natural rhythm. Earth-led creativity. And honestly… I’m curious to see what happens when I stop obeying time and start obeying my inner truth.

Hi All, excited to see some of you in a couple of hours for the energy medicine session. If you are attending, please arrive close to the start time and be prepared to plug out of distractions for the hour. Everyone is welcome. It's your time to chill and listen and receive and support your personal and spiritual growth, no matter what stage of your journey you are on. ✌🏻💚

I grew up an unloved and neglected child. I made my parents uncomfortable.I searched for love everywhere. The harder I searched, the more elusive it became.I imagined a life where someone would finally see me, choose me, and keep me safe. When my first marriage spiraled out of control from my husband’s debts, he drove us to Alaska in an old jeep. We arrived homeless, living an entire summer in a tent before the six of us ended up living in a one-room cabin with no water or electricity. I hauled five-gallon jugs of water from town.I split firewood with a baby on my back.I bathed my children in a Rubbermaid tote with water warmed on a woodstove. Every day was a battle for survival. My spouse controlled everything. “I own you,” he'd say. But I finally escaped. I wasn’t done repeating old wounds. I married again. Another mistake. I’ve had three significant relationships. All three men acted like they hated me but called it love. One of my partners tried to kill me and my children. But we miraculously survived, and that made me believe in the divine hand of God. Another was a violent tempest of rage, betrayal, sex addiction, and manipulation. That one made me see for the first time that demons walk the earth. If not for my children, I don’t know if I would still be alive. For them I fought. My breaking point came when I finally faced the truth: people who claim to love me will happily destroy me without guilt or remorse. I had to accept that having goodness inside me did not mean others lived from that same place. It shattered the last of my illusions. It broke me open.And it freed me. But the next phase of my life was tough.Years of grinding.Working endlessly to stay afloat.Feeling alone, exhausted, spiritually empty. And then the truth hit me: I’d been ignoring my soul — the same soul that had guided me through every danger, every childbirth, every escape. So, I began listening again. Quietly. Softly. One tiny tug at a time. I took baby steps toward the life I actually wanted. I learned to honor myself. I stopped searching for love outside myself. I rebuilt the relationship I had with my own spirit.

Thanks to everyone who joined live today.🙏 Replay is now up in the Weekly Recording folder ⭐