I want to share something with you — not the details yet, but the energy of it. I’ve officially begun a new venture. One that feels sacred. Precise. Expansive. One that required a very intentional yes from my body, my nervous system, and my soul. Today was my first session. And while I won’t be sharing what I’m stepping into just yet, I will share this: my body knew exactly what we were doing. During the session, I experienced: • deep tingling in my ankles and feet • a sensation of thick, heavy “cobwebs” being removed from my legs and lower body • a feeling of being lifted up and out — into source-level consciousness • intense coughing and hacking as mucus and old congestion cleared • and then, during integration… a nosebleed I haven’t had one in years. That alone told me everything I needed to know. This work is not surface-level. It doesn’t ask politely. It speaks directly to the body, the lineage, and the identities we’ve worn to survive. After the session, the meaning of that nosebleed landed so clearly: It symbolized the release of years of stored pressure — childhood grief, unspoken truth, and burdens carried quietly through the masculine line. A false identity dissolved today. The one that knew how to hold it together, keep everything contained, never let anything leak. When that structure collapsed, the pressure that had been stored silently for decades finally had a safe exit. Not because something went wrong — but because my body finally felt safe enough to let go. Blood is life force. This wasn’t loss — it was reclamation. A timeline loop closed. An old coping mechanism completed. A younger version of me was re-entered… and healed differently this time — with awareness. And here’s the part I do want you to hear clearly: When one person says yes to their next level, everyone around them rises too. This is the kind of healing that recalibrates strength, safety, and sovereign flow — not just for me, but eventually for the people I serve. I am so deeply excited for what this opens in the new year.

For as long as I can remember, dreams have been one of the most direct ways my guides have communicated with me. Before I understood intuition… Before I learned energy work… Before I knew how to listen to my body… I listened through my dreams. Dreams bypass the ego. Dreams bypass the programming. Dreams bypass the narratives. Dreams speak the language of pure subconscious truth — and because of that, they are often the safest and clearest channel for divine intelligence to reach us. And this week… hooooo boy… the subconscious wasn’t whispering. It was screaming clarity. 💧 A Deep Core Wound Surfacing Through a Dream I’m going to be vulnerable with you — because if I’m feeling this, chances are someone here is also moving through the same frequency. The dream was this: I was with someone who wanted to be intimate with me, and the moment things started to escalate, I pulled back and said, “No — you just want me for sex.” Then I ran. I swam through water that was covering the grass like a flooded shoreline, circling around this lodge-resort building until I ended up alone on the front lawn — water surrounding my body, my face turned to the sky, snow and hail falling down on me. And throughout the weekend in the dream, the same man kept trying to connect with me, trying to get to know me beyond the physical — and I kept shutting it down because I assumed his intentions were shallow. But the dream wasn’t about the man. It was about me. My history. My patterns. My deepest fears. My deepest longing. And the interpretation through divine intelligence hit hard: ✨ I crave emotional intimacy, not just physical closeness. ✨ I carry old wounds of being objectified, minimized, or used. ✨ I protect my heart fiercely because I’ve been hurt deeply. ✨ I fear receiving desire without emotional depth. ✨ I expect abandonment because I’ve lived abandonment. ✨ I doubt healthy masculine energy, even when it’s actually showing up. ✨ I’m learning to trust connection again — and my nervous system is terrified and hopeful at the same time.