Hey Tribe, Dropping by to share a breakthrough and a win! About 15 months ago I had a huge breakthrough in which I was finally able to get the Art in Me out on paper. I began a drawing that took me through a deeper layer of healing. I had all these plans to use the drawing in so many ways and to use it as a tool for inner healing. A few months later however, I entered a major battle at the place where I live and have been working towards recovering ever since. (My story is a long one but some of you know much of it.) After a visit to the hospital in December, I have been getting some clarity the last few months when it comes to my physical health and I am finally getting back to where I was last year. So when I saw Aaron was doing a brand new 21 Day Raise Your Vibration challenge, I knew it was the perfect thing to help encourage me along in getting back on track. After the Day 15 call of the challenge, Aaron introduced something called the Identity Shift Assessment. After finishing the identity shift analysis, the last line of the report said this: "The drawing under the flower moon is the first thing this version of you puts into the world, Jai. Finish it. That is the whole assignment." That was on Thursday. On Friday, under the Flower Full Moon of May, I finally finished this breakthrough piece of Art that I started a year ago (15 mo)! I can't believe that I actually did it! Now I just have to figure out what the best options are for me to get the drawings uploaded so that I can tweak it for the different uses and designs I have in mind (I've already tried a few options). It's not just that, but it feels as if all the little things I've been processing and working through the last several years have finally shifted, as if the integration is near complete. As if I'm almost fully through the looking glass/portal on the other side. @Aaron Doughty Thank you for sharing your journey with us. It's been fun these past 2 years. Through it all, you've been a friend when I needed one the most. I deeply appreciate you and the entire tribe! 🙏

The dark ones that want to keep us in a low vibration can’t handle the higher vibrations, it actually makes them sick. So they either have to leave or shift. Keep your vibe high, so you don’t get sucked into the low vibe BS. Take deep breaths and ask: Where is this in my body? Send it Love. So be it, so it is! ❤️

I want to pause and acknowledge a very dark part of human history… a deeply vulnerable part, where so many child-souls were harmed in a world that was not in balance, where the feminine aspect within every soul was suppressed. It is a shadowed chapter that, for my soul, carries the sense of helping others awaken as a life mission. Here I share another piece of intimate vulnerability. I, too, experienced the darkness as a child: https://youtu.be/9p8heFTWgeI?is=wzS2GXvdFdfGKahd Below is a passage from my book about how I experienced childhood abuse and how I healed my inner child. Maybe it will help someone: I couldn’t look into the black mirror without it also looking back at me. I knew that — I’ve known it for years. And somewhere, between all those ancient wounds, the image of my own soul suddenly appeared: small, five years old, still carrying that open gaze that trusts the world because it has never known anything else. I saw her standing there, and I knew: this is not only collective. This is also mine. This has been living for years in my shadow, in my sexuality, in my childhood. It was the moment when hands touched my skin that should never have touched it. Hands that did not carry love, but confusion. Hands that did not know what they were breaking — or perhaps did know, and still did it anyway. For that little girl, it felt like something in her light went out, as if a crack appeared in a room that should have always been safe. And no one saw it. No one heard it. It happened in silence, and in that silence she remained behind. The rupture did not only move through her body, but through the entire family. Through generations. Some family lines carry their pain as unspoken inheritance, as walls no one ever spoke about, yet we all kept bumping into them. And so my wound became an echo in a house that had no language for this pain. The little girl carried it not because she had to be strong, but because no one knew how to see her.