Humanity’s collective fall in consciousness brought us to the level of the wounded solar plexus, the seat of personal power, identity, and will. Here, masculine energy became dominant focused on control, survival, and materiality. The feminine, with its intuitive, nurturing, and connective qualities, was suppressed. This disconnection created the illusion of a "motherless collective," leaving humanity fragmented and directionless.

The distorted masculine shows up in ways that are disconnected from its true essence. It often comes from unhealed wounds; fear of failure, inadequacy, or a need for power and validation. This energy thrives on control, consumption, and avoidance of responsibility, masking its vulnerability with dominance or escapism…

Today felt like a quiet journey of alignment- a day full of subtle yet powerful moments.

It started with a simple prayer with my mom, just the two of us sitting in stillness before the day began. Lately, I’ve noticed her spending more time in bed, feeling low. Part of me wants to pull her out of that space, but I’m realizing that it’s not my role to change her path.

I’ve been reflecting on my sessions and the sacred containers they create. It’s becoming so clear to me that this work isn’t about “clients” or “sessions” in the traditional sense. It’s not about booking or providing a service it’s about stepping into sacred exchanges with souls who are ready to meet themselves at a deeper level. These containers feel alive, dynamic—spaces where co-creation happens, where divine intelligence moves through both of us in ways that are perfectly aligned.

I just had a beautiful, heartfelt moment of prayer to God that brought tears to my eyes. As I was scrolling through TikTok, I came across a creator named Jasmine. She’s a big presence, and for a moment, I just felt into her frequency. The way she articulates herself is so beautiful—fluid, cohesive, congruent, concise. It’s as if her mind works so quickly, reflecting and expressing with such clarity.

This journal reflects a personal journey of transformation and self-discovery, particularly in the aftermath of a divorce. The writer shares their struggles in trying to salvage their marriage, grappling with self-blame, seeking therapy, and attempting to see things from a higher perspective.

I met a guy when I was 18 that changed my world at a time when I really wasn’t searching. He was funny, witty, intelligent, charismatic, educated, a great writer and conversationalist. But he was emotionally underdeveloped.

I quickly found the relationship taking a significant shift from inspirational thoughts, conversations, creation, and activities. All the things that brought us together were becoming obsolete. I soon found myself always fighting for his attention, spending much of my time and energy nurturing him and trying to turn him into the person, the man, I knew deep down was him-that in the process I forgot about myself.