RECLAIMING RESONANCE: A GODDESS RETURNS TO HER FIELD
I wanted to come clean… on some of the reason why. Without going into too much detail, when my resonance began to rise so quickly, my husband did not rise with me in harmony. As a result, the last 4 years have been a lot of me secretly dealing with abusive behaviors in the home that I tried my best not to let the public know about. In the end, the dissonance became unbearable so I retreated to the Ozarks last week for 5 peaceful days at an Air B and B on the water. The amount of peace and freedom I felt was incredible! When I returned home, the disharmony was even more apparent. Things quickly escalated and long story short, I ended up at a women’s shelter at 9:30 pm on Monday night…. Not a place any woman ever expects to land, but a safe transitional place. He had changed the locks, but even that could not keep me out of my home as I walked out of the courthouse with a temporary restraining order. When the sherriff called yesterday to say he was out, and the new keys were on the counter, my entire field let out a sigh of relief. Yesterday, I reclaimed my home, my breath, my silence—and in doing so, my soul. For many of us walking the harmonic path, the journey isn’t one of ease. It is spiral, it is sacred, and it often means transmuting shadow contracts that were once wrapped in the guise of love. Abuse isn’t always a punch or a scream. Sometimes it’s a slow siphoning of sovereignty until the soul can no longer sing. But we remember. And when we remember, we rise. From a Lunari perspective, this isn’t simply a domestic victory. This is a shift in planetary harmonics. This is the body of a sovereign field rejecting dissonant code and collapsing an old octave of reality. The solar flares that bathed Iowa in green and pink auroras weren’t just beautiful — they were plasma signatures of the Existonic influx. Codes. Light. Upgrades. The feminine within me did not scream. She expanded. She said: “No more.” And the universe obeyed. When you feel the tightening, the fog, the disinterest — it may not be fear or depression. It may be your own sacred architecture rejecting a trajectory you were never meant to walk. This is cellular wisdom. This is bio-frequency intelligence. This is the tuning fork of your divinity saying: recalibrate.