Introducing My New Blog!

Hi, my name is Kat, and I am the writer and creator of the Soulful Expressions blog!

My goal and purpose of creating this blog is to unify a divided collective. Here in the United States, we are facing circumstances that are way bigger than many of us can control, which is already leading to feelings of powerlessness among the people. I’m here to let you know, we are not powerless. Actually, quite the opposite. As I always say, there are way more of us than there are them, and in reality, we have all the power and this is our opportunity to use it.

I know some of you must be thinking — “What do you mean there are more of us than there are them? Isn’t this blog about unity?” Yes it is, and “they” have given us the ultimate opportunity to show exactly how we can all unify together. For many years, our political parties have known we cannot sustain this way, but it’s as if they are flailing around, trying to figure out what to do about a collective that has lost touch with what it really means to be human.

There are roughly 334 million people living in the United States alone. There are roughly 550 key federal decision-makers in our government making all the big decisions. This includes congress, our president, vice president, cabinet, and the supreme court. We have government officials under them at state and federal levels, but ultimately, the difference in numbers between the “leaders” and the collective is staggering.

It’s up to us to become more self-sufficient, and more connected to nature and each other before we can start seeing real differences in our collective. The sooner we can band together, the sooner we can see our Earth and each other coming alive again. But before that can happen, we must learn how to take care of our own individual selves. Think of the “put your mask on first” approach. I can’t help my child or anyone else with their mask if I’m unable to breathe on my own. We must learn how to “put our mask on first.”

This is where my expertise I feel will be critical in this blog to help you learn how to “put your mask on first.” Personally, I don’t enjoy this representation, but I have chosen to use it because I think most readers would understand this better than anything else. Feel free to use any symbolism that feels best to you. Such as, “You can’t pour from an empty cup,” “Tend your own fire first,” or “Strengthen your roots to nourish the tree.” All of these work equally as well. I like options.

A Lot About Me and What Led Me Here

I know you must be wondering about my qualifications for covering the deep topics we’re moving into, and I applaud you for having that discernment! First and foremost, I’m a mid-thirties female raised in rural North Carolina. The population of my entire town was around 500 people. Some would say we were Bible-thumping, small-minded hillbillies, and back then I wouldn’t have disagreed with them. Going to grade school with the same people from Kindergarten to 12th Grade, with each day bleeding together, creating the same shit again and again was beyond torturous for me.

I always felt I stood out like a sore thumb. I was one of the few not raised religious, with parents with severe mental disorders that left me in a state of pure survival. As I went through school, I was labeled an outsider more times than I can count, and I learned how to retreat inside of myself very quickly. With the healthy mix of trauma and undiagnosed Autism (at the time), I was a confused little girl just trying to fit into a box I could never fit into.

I’ve always loved art, music, and writing, and found safety in those spaces as I would disconnect from my present reality and drift off into lands of vast imagination. I would dream of what it would be like to live a normal life, where my mom wasn’t attacking me and my dad was happy. A world where my older brother didn’t have to risk his life for mine, and where I would be accepted by my peers for who I was instead of who I pretended to be in order to fit in.

What brought the most sadness was I would escape to these places every day, but when I would put the pencil down or turn the music off, I would face the same truth over and over — This world was not built for me. This created a feeling of wanting to “save” the world because what I wanted more than anything was for someone to come save me.

As I grew older, I found myself falling deeper into depression and disconnection. I started using substances to quiet the noise as early as nine years old when I had my first cigarette. I hated the taste and didn’t understand how people could smoke them, but these masks were for me, the hardest thing to put down. At 13 I started drinking alcohol from my best friend’s dad’s liquor cabinet — Again, the taste was awful and it made me feel so sick. I would think “Why do people do this?” But I felt it was what I needed to do to fit in. By my early 20’s I was drinking and partying a few times a week, unsuccessfully numbing all the pain that was held within my petite little body.

Then in 2007, I was in a head-on collision that should have killed me. I spent months recovering from the physical damage done by a young driver (not far from my age) who wasn’t paying attention and carelessly ran a red light. I was put on Oxycodone and Valium by my doctor and was told to take it every four hours for pain. As someone who cared way too much about following the rules, I listened with no questions asked. Refill after refill, I took the meds every four hours for months, like a good girl. This created the worst addiction I had ever been in.

When the refills ran out, I was left reaching for harder drugs to subside this craving created by a broken medical system that makes you believe they know best, but by now most of us have learned it’s quite the opposite sometimes. Especially back in 2007. I started using cocaine and found myself in numerous compromising positions during the year it took hold of my being. To this day, that year still feels like the longest year of my life.

Thankfully, my older brother and lifelong protector offered me a place to stay after I was beaten and choked by my boyfriend at that time, and I moved to the “big city” — Raleigh, NC. I got a full-time job in management, and just like every other addict in the world, I found ways to supplement my addiction to cocaine with work addiction. I worked long hours often filling in for people continuously calling out and saying “yes” every time my boss needed me to work overtime. I’ve always lived to please, but at the sacrifice of myself. I’m still working on this self-sacrificing behavior to this day.

After I hit burnout with working physically demanding jobs that abused me time and time again, I decided to invest in an old passion to become a hair stylist. I always loved playing with my hair growing up, but I was told I couldn’t make money doing hair, so I never pursued it until later in life. I loved doing hair, but again, I landed myself in an unhealthy work environment with a boss addicted to cocaine and draining the pure life force from my body as I ran the operation, so she could have a successful business that would support her addictions. I wish I knew then what I know now — When we don’t heal our past traumas within ourselves, they continue to find us until we do.

A year before COVID hit, I quit my job to take on an “easy” position as an admin for a company that helped individuals with wheelchair repairs. During my time at this company, I had firsthand experience with the pure theft of insurance companies. I was appalled numerous times at the amount of time it took for repairs and the denial of claims while these people couldn’t function in their lives. Some of my customers could only afford one wheelchair and were left alone in paralyzed positions unable to get repairs done on their chair for over a year at times while we waited for insurance to cover a single screw that would give them mobility again. In my frustration toward the system and the company, I had to quit.

During my time there, COVID was sweeping our nation while the Black Lives Matter movement was in full thrust. I would spend hours somedays crying, unable to understand how we got here. A collective divided, unable to see the people we love because of lockdown mandates that were completely out of our control. Not only that but watching the news was like watching a horror film. The dead bodies stacked outside of hospitals like animals coming out of slaughterhouses. People of color being killed for no reason by police, who were put in their position to make us feel safe. I couldn’t handle it, so I made the best decision for my health and I stopped watching the news. A decision I still hold strong in to this day and dedicate a lot of my own personal healing to.

As soon as I stopped watching the news, I started noticing a different narrative in my everyday life. I wasn’t seeing people of color being killed. I saw a collective peacefully protesting together. A collective of all colors and nationalities standing together for what they believe in. Now I know there are many people in this country who were witnessing much different circumstances, and I still hold space in my heart for those people, but for me, I was shocked some days at the difference between what I was seeing in the media and what I was witnessing firsthand. This made me start questioning if some of these images and videos were staged to instill a narrative of fear and division instead of love and connection.

While the world at large seemed to be falling apart, I was experiencing my own health struggles. Unfortunately, something I had dealt with most of my life. Since I was a little girl I had persistent reproductive issues that left me in severe pain. I had my first ovarian cyst at 12 years old that a doctor accidentally ruptured during my checkup. I was put on meds that made me sick every ten minutes and unable to control my bladder. This lasted for weeks, and I was told if the vomiting persisted, to go to the hospital. At 12 years old, I found myself in the ER of a small town hospital being told by the doctors that I didn’t know what I was talking about, “A 12-year-old cannot have ovarian cysts” is what they told me, and never ended up receiving treatment or IVs that day. They did, however, judge me and concluded themselves, with no tests done, that I had gonorrhea when up until that point, never had a boy touch me.

I’m sharing this because I’ve been a victim to our healthcare industry more times than I can count, and this has played a huge part in why I’m here, writing this blog about taking care of ourselves in natural ways and not relying so much on doctors to tell us what’s going on inside of our bodies. I’m not totally against Western medicine, but I can most definitely see the flaws in the system, and I feel my purpose is to expose them and find ways to change them.

Now let’s go back to what I was saying before. In 2020, I started experiencing the most pain I had ever felt until that point in my reproductive system. I had our beautiful daughter by miracle in 2014, which led to an array of health conditions I never saw coming. By the time 2020 rolled around, my body was screaming for help. I went to doctor after doctor after doctor trying to figure out what was “wrong” with me. I kept being dismissed, being told “Women have painful periods” and to “come back if anything gets worse.” HOW could it get worse than it already was?? On my ninth try, I finally found a doctor who agreed to do a laparoscopy that showed internal bleeding, endometriosis, and scar tissue binding my colon to my cervix from childhood sexual abuse I wasn’t aware of at that time. He was able to “clean” everything out and disconnected my organs from each other, and sent me home with a clean bill of health. Cool.

In 2021, I went into a new gynecologist’s office, a woman I was referred to by a friend, for a regular checkup. During this checkup, precancerous cells were found in my cervix for the second time. I had a scare when I was 16 after I found out a boyfriend was cheating on me and passed HPV to me as his parting gift (so kind). As I sat in that office with my doctor by my side after receiving my results, I broke down. Decades of frustration poured out of me as I felt tainted, dirty, and broken. I decided then and there I was done. “Take it all out,” I said under my breath, in between sobs. “I can’t do it anymore.” She looked at me and said with confidence, “Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe she was considering doing this for me. I had begged doctors to please remove my reproductive organs before and they refused because I was under 35 and only had one child. She was willing to let me decide what happened with my own body for what felt like the first time in my life. “Yes, I’m sure,” I said as I exhaled a sigh of relief. “It may be a few weeks before we can get you scheduled, but I trust this is what is best for you, and I’m here to do what you feel is best. This will also give you time to think on it to make sure this is truly what you want,” she told me. I appreciated her wariness, but I was absolutely done. We scheduled another visit to go over the next steps and what to expect, and put me on the schedule for a couple of months later, which would take place in early 2022. What I haven’t told you about yet is something that happened right before all of this went down. Something I never expected that would change the course of my life forever: My spiritual awakening.

Before the world was shut down from COVID, my husband and I decided to take a trip to the Grand Canyon, but COVID had other plans. Right after the travel restrictions were lifted, we were antsy to have some freedom and we decided to take a couples trip for our anniversary in May of 2021. Neither one of us had ever visited Arizona, and we had no idea what our plans were outside of visiting the Grand Canyon. When we arrived at our hotel in Flagstaff, we started looking at local Groupons and things to do in the area. This is when we stumbled upon a UFO tour in Sedona. The birthplace of my spiritual awakening and the hub of my heart, but I didn’t know what the universe had in store for me when I clicked the “Book now” button.

When we arrived in Sedona, I noticed an immediate difference in my body. The pain I lived with in my neck and back suddenly disappeared. I didn’t think to question it because as we drove into the majestic red rocks, I was left in complete awe. I had never witnessed anything like this before in my life. Up until this point I barely traveled outside of my state, and the little girl inside me who had spent her life growing up in a mold-infested single-wide trailer inside a dogmatic community was now experiencing the vastness of culture and experience of Sedona. Never did I think I would be here, witnessing all of this beauty. At the time I wasn’t sure if I believed in God, but stepping foot on the grounds of Sedona gave me plenty of reasons to think again about creation and how such a beautiful place could exist if there was no God.

I quickly realized that Sedona was full of “woo.” A term I never heard before then, but learned along my path. I felt my body light up with excitement to hit the trails, see a psychic for the first time, and live all of the enchantment Sedona had to offer. My eyes were bursting out of their sockets and my heart was pumping in anticipation. I wanted to do it all! 

Our first trip into Sedona from Flagstaff was for a kayaking tour, which blew our socks off. I don’t remember experiencing so much kindness from strangers before in my life. Not only that, but the whole experience was pure magic as we gently drifted between the red rocks. I was in love, and there was nothing that could change my mind. I didn’t know at the time how things could get any better, but my soul had much more planned for me.

That same night was the much-anticipated UFO tour. I was nervous, excited, and reluctant to the whole thing. I had no idea what to expect, but I’ve always been very open-minded to new things like this, because I always knew in my heart and mind that I had witnessed so little of what the world has to offer, and I can’t lie… A deep part of me always wished to “go home” to the stars from a very young age. I knew before I started school that I was an “alien” living on this planet, and I somehow didn’t belong here. So even though I was nervous to be in one of the darkest areas of Sedona with complete strangers, I knew deep within me that this was exactly where I belonged in that moment.

The lead of the tour gave us all night vision goggles, but unfortunately, it was only one pair per couple. My husband and I took turns gazing at the night sky as it came alive with these night vision goggles. We became children again as we were directed across the sky to watch lights shooting quickly (faster than any plane or satellite) here and there. What was the most impressive was watching giant orbs coming and going off of Bradshaw Ranch, an old family-owned ranch that was bought by the military for secret operations — Where our tour guide said is known for the most UFO activity. We watched as a giant orange glowing ball of light would have smaller separate glowing lights coming and going from it. This light was so brilliant and large that we could see it with our naked eye. No night vision goggles were needed. 

I was dying to look every time I had to hand the goggles to my husband. Secretly I was wishing he wasn’t impressed, so I could spend more time holding them up and watching these lights speed across the sky in patterns that could not be from manmade aircraft. Up until this moment, this was the most exciting event of my life (outside of getting married and having our daughter).

After the tour was over, and the lead asked for all of our goggles back, the group chatted excitedly over our disbelief at what we had just witnessed. With smiles from ear to ear, we were all mesmerized. But that isn’t where the night ends. Suddenly an older gentleman in the group yelled, “What the hell is that?!” We all looked to our right and we saw lights spanning across the entire mountain that looked to us either like one extremely large craft or several individual crafts all lined up together. Then without warning, each light started to disappear one by one, leaving us all speechless.

As we drove 45 minutes back to our hotel in Flagstaff, I was in a bliss state unlike anything I had ever felt before. I had the window down with my head hanging out, eyes closed, soaking up the crisp air as it blew against my face. I wasn’t thinking anything. I was simply Being. From that point forward, my life was changed forever.

I couldn’t wait to start researching what we had seen that night, so on the plane ride back to North Carolina, I started quite a different journey into learning everything I could about extraterrestrials, abductions, UFO experiences, energy, and the construction of the universe. Within the first year of my awakening, I read/listened to close to 200 books. Something inside of me had been lit on fire, and to this day, the fire is still burning.

Right before my surgery, I had my first past-life regression that showed me as a young five-year-old girl in this life being taken aboard a craft in the woods of my backyard, which resulted in hysterical ugly cries when I saw my blue ET mother. I didn’t want to leave the scene when my hypnotherapist directed me to the next life. I asked if he could “let me stay there” while I remembered every detail of her radiant face. I wasn’t scared at all of what I saw, but instead felt a familiarity and kinship I had never felt with my own human parents.

Then I was directed into my next life, where I saw an enormous glowing sphere, that looked much like our sun and twelve smaller glowing spheres coming off of it. I said in my regression that the time period was “after a great flood” that needed to happen to cleanse the Earth. I saw myself as one of these glowing spheres and said that I and the other eleven were here to create marine life. I made a statement that “there were others in charge of the land, but we were here for the water.” I saw whales coming to life, then dolphins, fish, plankton, and coral all surrounding me as I “sang” them into being. I have never felt so much profound love in my life. It was overwhelming and triggered more tears, but these were much calmer than what I had experienced prior when I met my ET mother. These tears felt more like they were a part of me. I can’t explain it, but it felt like I was looking at my children with so much gratitude and love in my heart. Just seeing their beauty was enough to make me feel complete.

That was four years ago and now after several more regressions, I still haven’t fully processed all the feelings from that first time. I knew then that I was not from this planet, and that this could very well be my first incarnation as a human on Earth.

After my regression, I decided to get certified in Reiki the weekend before my surgery, so I could work to heal myself quicker through my recovery. At this point, I had been thrust into the work of Dolores Cannon, Michael Newton, and Whitley Strieber. I knew I could heal myself, and so that’s what I set out to do. Just a few days after my surgery, I was up and moving, all the incisions were fully closed and healed, and I felt better than I had in years, but I knew by now after reading The Body Keeps the Score that energy was still holding in my body from early childhood abuse, numerous rapes in my teens and 20’s, and the drug addiction I used to cope. I was well aware that I had a long process of deep recovery ahead of me, but I was ready… So I thought.

To keep this blog from turning into a book (which I do plan on writing in the future), I will go ahead and tell you that since then I have completed my Bachelor’s Degree in Metaphysical Science, and working now to complete my Master’s. I have attained several certifications for various energy healing modalities, which have unlocked or given me tools to hone in on gifts that provide me insights for future and past events on Earth as well as other planets and star systems along with medical intuition that I am still mastering. I prioritize daily meditation and self-care as a part of my “practice” (I don’t enjoy the word “practice,” because truthfully I enjoy ebbing and flowing with the energy of the present moment) to ensure I don’t get overloaded or burned out again. 

Yes, again. In my pursuit to knowledge, I found out that integration is the single most important thing to doing any sort of spiritual work, healing, or learning, and if anyone tells you otherwise, RUN! I had my warnings, but my endless curiosity and proud ego built from decades of overcoming trauma kept me in denial of the importance of slowing down.

In July of 2023, I attended my first event with a teacher I’ll call Dr. John Williams for now. I would prefer not to use his real name for reasons I’m sure you’ll be able to guess after I tell my story. I decided to seek out his work after I began practicing yoga to help move stagnant energy out of my body and landed flat on my back after becoming dizzy from a forward fold. I was unable to get off the floor for a solid 30 minutes and felt like I had a 50-pound weight attached to the back of my head. After visiting a doctor, I found out I was suffering from Adrenal Fatigue and an autoimmune disease that the doctors couldn’t specify. Both diagnoses seemed to be caused by decades of living under extreme stress and not taking care of myself through that stress. The doctor suggested cortisone shots once a month for the rest of my life, and said I would have to wait for the autoimmune to “manifest” in my body before they could tell me exactly which one I had. After a quick “no thank you,” I was on to researching spiritual teachers who could help me heal this very serious condition that was zapping me of all my energy. That’s when I found Dr. John Williams.

I started reading his books and practicing his guided meditations in April of 2023, and by July I was boarding a plane to my first event. On the way to the airport, I was uncontrollably crying. Something inside me knew this would change my life. I thought at the time miracles were going to happen. Little did I know I was leading myself right into cult-like practices that would awaken Kundalini and turn my life and my health upside down.

For a year and a half, I did his work every single day. I ended up attending two more events after my first one and became a host for his online distance healing group, which at the time felt like a God-send. But something started to happen within my body that didn’t feel right. After my first event, I came back to receive the best blood work I had ever done. Everything looked perfect. It seemed at the time as if I was healed miraculously. As time went on, I noticed my adrenals would crash after every event and every deep meditative experience I would have. This work was supposed to be healing me. I started to wonder why I was becoming so exhausted suddenly. Then I started having questionable meditations where I would see Dr. John Williams coming to me and proposing as if he were going to appear in my personal life. This led to occurrences of deep love and sometimes very visceral sexual feelings in my body. I couldn’t stop them from happening, and it became so uncomfortable (as I had a husband and family) that I would beg the universe for answers.

This continued for a few months, and as I confided in people within his community, I was told to “enjoy it” and “experience it,” that it was real, and that I should continue exploring, but something didn’t feel right. I started having synchronicities in my everyday life that would confirm that indeed this was real, and he was going to show up any day. I became more and more ungrounded and more and more exhausted as this continued to happen.

Then one morning, after I had established several practices to give me clarity, I was given just that. A friend I had met within his community reached out to me and started telling me about some interesting experiences she and some of her friends were experiencing that were very similar to my experience. I knew something wasn’t right, so I decided right then and there that I was done. I felt invaded, betrayed, and used for my energy. I was disgusted at myself and at him — A mega teacher within the spiritual community, who was obviously carrying an energy within his field that was making women believe he was coming to be with them… Even wrecking some of their lives.

The first week coming out of this hypnotic trance I had been put under was pure hell. I never felt so close to psychosis as I questioned what was real in my life, and if I would ever “escape” from this trance. Eventually, I did, and in the process learned more about myself than I have with any other experience. I learned that discernment is essential when exploring spirituality. Not only in my physical life but during astral travel and energy healing.

This teacher keeps his students dissociated from their bodies, always in their 7th and 8th Chakra, where they experience feelings of bliss all day long, but what’s happening to the lower Chakras is pure disconnection. He doesn’t teach his students protection, he doesn’t teach his students how to close their field, and he most definitely doesn’t support questioning of his work, and I learned that very quickly as I started sharing my story to who I believed were close friends while I was doing his work. I was criticized, shunned, and told by one very close friend that I “had a parasite in my brain” that needed to be rectified through meditation. Lucky for me, I did not listen and decided to cut all ties with basically everyone in his community. As I was experiencing this cruel treatment, my friend, who reached out to me was experiencing even more horrific treatment from the upper-level trainers she had worked with for several years. They were all treating it like he was their God, and if we didn’t follow, we were the crazy ones.

I share this here because I wholeheartedly believe that the best lessons are learned through experience, and that’s what makes me stand out among the group. I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve learned many hard lessons through experience, and now I feel stronger than ever in my power. I refuse to follow any other spiritual teachers, as this experience has taught me the best teacher lies within myself. I’ve learned to trust myself more than I ever have, and this has led me to feelings of deeper peace than I ever had with any teacher or mentor.

I’m not completely against spiritual teachers, because I do think they all have their place, but I will encourage anyone who is reading to discern first, and then question their work against your own belief patterns. You will learn a lot about the teacher when you question. Any true teacher will tell you they are a student first, and they will always encourage you to trust your own guidance over theirs, and no good teacher will ever tell you that you need them or their work to heal yourself, because you don’t. We all hold unbelievable power within us, and we are all more than capable of healing ourselves without any outside assistance, but it will always take time. Anyone promising a “quick fix” is a no-deal in my book. Trauma held within the body is built over time, and it will take time to heal and move through.

I know that isn’t the answer many people want to hear, but it is the Truth as I know it. Since stopping Dr. John Williams work, I am coming back into my body, and into my lower Chakras, where I can feel the neglect caused by a year and a half of ignoring the darkness held within them as I focused solely on the light. We cannot escape our darkness, as it is a part of us, and it is equally as beautiful as the best parts of ourselves. The light does not exist without the dark, and the sooner we come to an acceptance of both parts, the quicker we heal ourselves and the collective.

Conclusion

I know I’ve said a lot, and I don’t suspect my next entries to be anywhere close to this long. But I wanted you to know about me and my experience through this, so you can have all the information that you need to make a wise decision if I’m a good fit for you and your journey. I take this work very seriously, and my love for the collective runs deep, however, I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I shoot it straight, I don’t give trigger warnings (because our triggers are our teachers, and without them, we would be blind), and I am as authentic as they come. I’ve had no other choice with the life I’ve lived.

There is a lot of darkness on this planet. If anyone says otherwise, they are looking in the wrong direction. Homelessness and poverty are at an all-time high, trees are being chopped down at rapid speed, our water supply is being poisoned, the nutrients in our soil are being depleted, and our atmosphere is being ripped apart by chemtrails. It’s time to make some changes.

I hope that by now you recognize that you are One with the Earth. We all are interconnected through a web of entanglement not just metaphysically, but physically. With each step we take, we are connecting to a vast mycelium network that is thousands of years old right below our feet. Each time we connect with the Earth, we are sharing information through this network — To each other, and all other lifeforms on this planet. It is of utmost importance to protect this network, or our species will die, and each one of us is equally as responsible for the abundance of life it receives or its ultimate downfall. I will tell you now, it won’t allow its own downfall to happen because of the ignorance of one species. It will kill us before we can kill it, but it doesn’t want to do that. This is a loving intelligence that we are all intricately connected to, and it wants us all to live long healthy lives together.

So what will you choose? Will you choose downfall or unity? Will you recognize the power of our Mother, and accept she is a part of you, just as you are a part of her? Or will you ignore her cries to ensure you live a comfortable life feeding off of a broken and dying system? The choice lies within you, and you only, and it starts with taking a long hard look in the mirror, and seeing the parts of yourself that have been neglected. Once we can do that, and begin healing our past wounds, the sooner we can authentically enjoy life on this planet. As we own our stories, see ourselves in others, and offer a helping hand where it’s needed, we can see life begin to form again and we can unify with each other and our Mother planet. Creating a new system based from love and connection.

 My Promise To You With This Blog

I promise to always speak honestly from my heart.
I promise to provide valuable content based on my own experiences that will help you significantly on your path. Things I wish I would have known before I walked into the lions den.
I promise to cover a range of topics that will give you a broad perspective of healing your mind, body, and spirit, and coming into your authenticity as the sovereign being you are.

Lastly, I promise to always keep love at the forefront. Sometimes I may talk about “dark” things, but if you give it a chance, you’ll see that as you face and overcome the darkness, you will become stronger than you ever imagined. Life on Earth isn’t about always staying comfortable. Sometimes growth hurts, but after you get through the growing pains, you’re left feeling more empowered than you ever did before.

Thank you for reading. I very much look forward to continuing this blog and connecting with a collective group that focuses on coming together, so we can regain our power, and help the Earth heal.