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Hey fammmsssss! How's everyone feeling after today's posting? I've been journaling and integrating lots (lotsa crying innit) after sharing the breakthrough story. Jeeeeez it's been a lot. I released so much, that I felt a lot lighter. So as a part of my integration, I created a ritual for the full moon (it peaks tomorrow just before the challenge call) so I'm gonna do it tonight. This November’s full moon (exact Nov 5–6 depending on time zone) is in Taurus, an Earth sign connected to: - Manifestation in the material realm - Abundance, sensuality, pleasure, values - Stability, embodiment, and rootedness Perfect for anchoring a legacy-based “Next” story rooted in receiving and contribution. On the Breakthrough story framework we have 6 elements right? (Before → Crisis → Chase → Conflict → Breakthrough → After). This ritual is about writing up a 7th called "Next": ✨ Step 7: “Next” Write this as though everything described so far has already happened. Use past tense. Include not only what you received but what you gave — your contribution to the world. Here's a structured template and an example, which you can adapt and personalise. Template: “In the months following the breakthrough, I had already stepped into my true voice and claimed my aligned business. I had given to the world by [your unique contribution], and I had received in return [your fulfilled outcome]. What unfolded next was a natural expansion of that – I launched [offer/project], I served [community/clients], and I created impact by [how you made a difference]. My days became marked by [new reality – e.g., ease, flow, purpose]. And as a result, I watched the ripple effect: [how your gift reached others or the world]. The story that began with “Before” and moved through to “After” now continues as a legacy: I now hold steady in my sovereignty, I scale with integrity, and the movement is alive. The rest of my story is that I continue to show up, I continue to give, I continue to grow — not just for me, but for the collective. And so it is done.”

I spent 24 years hiding my story from my parents, from many people, even from myself.I was terrified of judgment.But then I remembered something powerful: When you stop judging your story, others will too. For the past two days, I’ve been crying not from sadness, but from release.I was feeling everything that my story holds… transmuting it, embracing the fear of being seen, and facing the part of me that still wanted to hide. Yesterday, I finally did it.I shared my story publicly, after two years of knowing I had to. And let me tell you it was the most liberating thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. I showed myself without judgment, from love, remembering that I wasn’t doing it for others, but for me for my soul, for my freedom, for releasing the chains of silence that once kept me small. After posting it, I spent two hours crying, laughing, screaming, jumping, dancing feeling absolutely invincible. It was like a portal of collective liberation opened through me all the silenced women and men, all that repressed pain from centuries ago, breathing through me for the first time. I’m sharing this because if you’re still hesitating to tell your story, please remember: Your liberation is not only yours, It’s the liberation of your entire lineage of everything that’s ever been silenced. What we are building here with @Thor Aarsand , @Justice Calabro and Jay isn’t just a community of “conscious creators” we are lineage liberators, we are the voice of remembrance for those who were never heard. So please, don’t hold back. Share your story, you’re not alone. We are many holding the same space, walking the same path, carrying the same light. I see you.I honor you.I love you.We are in this together. 🤍 I will share you here my story, we are together on this. Let's rise the collective truth!❤️‍🔥https://www.instagram.com/p/DQrKP3LDH-8/?igsh=NHA1MWFjdnE2NHRx

A: 10 years of rebuilding my identity & health: here’s everything I’ve learned healing myself, naturally. B: Every lesson I have learned from 10 years of rebuilding myself, naturally. TIA 🙏

Before the shift, I wasn’t self aware of anything, it seems. I drank on random nights of the week. I ate basic, simple yet shitty foods. I partied a lot. I ran a business, eventually, after trying SO MANY DIFFERENT JOBS. I had a lot of sex, opened up my relationship, tried a lot of things and was quite the deviant. I smoked a lot of weed. I was quick to anger, didn’t admit when I was wrong, acted righteous and didn’t take much responsibility for my actions. I was cruising, like on autopilot. I didn’t look forward to future much, I didn’t like planning beyond 9 months, so committing to things wasn’t part of my character. I wanted kids around mid 20’s, then after I got married I felt that feeling fall away. I was very sexual and sensual, I often thought maybe I had a sex addiction. I shopped a lot, I was obsessed with buying clothes and stuff. I used any product, without a care for the ingredients. I wasn’t aware of the state of politics, the government or the world at large, even though I had travelled to 25+ countries, I also barely remembered my trips (I attribute this to drinking). CRISIS: In 2013, a short flight to Florida marked the beginning of an unexpected unraveling for a young woman who thought she was simply going to say goodbye to her beloved grandfather. What awaited her was not just the end of a life, but the collapse of a family system — and the innocence of her own heart. The visit begins tenderly enough, steeped in nostalgia for the home that once symbolized warmth, safety, and childhood joy. But the moment her grandfather — frail, bleeding, and confused — answers the door, she crosses an invisible threshold. The man she adores is dying, and the family she thought she knew begins to fracture before her eyes. As she helps care for her grandfather in his final days, long-buried tensions surface. Once-loving aunts turn hostile, twisting grief into accusation and control. In the chaos of his dying, they weaponize loyalty, manipulate her grandmother — slipping into dementia — and force her and her mother out of the home. When she returns to say goodbye, she’s met with locked doors, shuttered blinds, and a grandmother who looks at her like a stranger. Still, she pushes through for one final moment with the man who taught her love, strength, and presence.